Manhattan, New York, 1943.

"Smack"

A loud sound of glass shattering startled George, who was cooking. He angrily took the kitchen knife and walked to the living room. I saw smashed windows and shards of glass scattered everywhere on the ground.

There was a white letter lying in the fragment, George looked at the scene in front of him, frowned, stepped forward to pick up the envelope and opened it, there was a bullet and a note inside.

The note read, 'February 11th, $1,000,000! ’。 When he read the above words clearly, his eyes were full of anger and uneasiness, and he had received similar death threats for two days in a row.

From the day before yesterday when he went out to find the door littered with dead rat corpses, to today's window being broken. The threats are becoming more and more excessive, with the same note and bullet attached each time.

As the successor of socialist 996 in the 21st century, I can only appreciate a trace of American freedom in TV news and videos.

He didn't expect to experience first-hand the security of New York in 1943 in such a way.

George Clyde, 186 tall, his father was a German Junker nobleman, and his mother was American.

When he died, George Jr. was left with a villa in an affluent neighborhood of Manhattan and a $1 million family trust that he inherited at the age of 18.

Based on the average annual salary of $2,000 in the United States at this time, this money is enough to ensure that George has no worries about food and clothing for the rest of his life.

It has been four days since George came to this world, and it took him a day to accept the reality calmly from the panic at the beginning

。 Although, like most travelers, there are no parents. Luckily, his cheap parents left him a handsome inheritance.

He never expected that just when he was packing up his mood and preparing to be a rich second generation. Death threats are received continuously.

February 11 is his 18th birthday, and he can reasonably and legally dispose of that huge inheritance.

He called the police when he received the first threat letter, but the police in the United States know everything, and the police in 2022 are still like this, let alone 1943.

The Manhattan precinct simply sent a patrol officer over to inspect the side, and incidentally suggested that George buy a Winston shotgun for his own safety.

Although George lived in an affluent area of Manhattan, the United States was engaged in one of the largest wars in human history.

New York itself is not well policed, let alone providing all-round protection for a wealthy man like him who has not yet inherited the throne.

George glanced at the golden lucky bag in the system's warehouse, and every time he wanted to open it, he would prompt 'It costs $1 million to open it'.

He originally planned to run away when he got the inheritance on his birthday, where to be a rich second generation is not to be. With the knowledge of his previous life, relying on this million dollars. You can earn enough money to open a lucky bag in minutes, so there is no need to stud as soon as you come up.

He thought as he went to the utility room and took out a hammer and began to mend the broken windows.

"George! Those bitches are coming to threaten you again? A rough voice interrupted his thoughts, George put down the tools in his hand, looked up at the 2-meter-tall giant man outside the window, and said angrily

"Frank, come here and help! Don't just stand there. ”

Frank's father, who had been his father's aide-de-camp, fled to the United States together, like most descendants of immigrants born in the United States in the '40s.

Frank grew up in a neighborhood with a large number of immigrants, and thanks to the relief of the George family, the family did not end up living in the slums.

Frank was trained by his father as George's bodyguard since he was a child, strictly speaking. Their family had always belonged to the retainers of the George family.

But after the death of their parents, he turned down the offer to move to Manhattan together.

Instead, he chose to gather a group of German immigrants in Brooklyn and began to cash in on his talent.

"George, be careful, the people who are eyeing you are Irish! They don't know where to get the news. I'll take you to the bank tomorrow. Frank said as he tapped on the plank.

"I know! Frank, don't get your gang anymore, and you'll work for me when I get paid. ”

Hearing his words, George was stunned, feeling the care and anxiety in Frank's words, which gave him a trace of warmth in his lonely heart after crossing into a strange world.

At this time, the United States was the domain of the Italian mafia, and the Irish had long since said goodbye to the glory of the 19th century, but the emaciated camel was bigger than the horse.

When he heard the news, his uneasiness grew stronger.

"Fix George, you can do whatever you want me to do, I listen to you anyway, that's how it has been since I was a child. You keep this gun, don't you really need me to stay here? Frank said with a hearty smile, and at the same time took out an old Colt M1911 and handed it over.

"No need!" George took the pistol without hesitation, he was sure that the Irishman would not hurt him until he got the money.

Standing in the doorway and looking at Frank as he was about to leave, George said "Thank you, Frank." ”

When the giant man who had just walked out of the door heard this, he turned around and hugged him, "We are brothers forever George!" When I was a child, it wasn't for you, maybe I would have died on the streets. No matter who you face, I will always stand in front of you. ”

Although the soul in the body is no longer George, the memory has not disappeared.

When the two fought in the streets of the immigration area as a child, Frank hadn't grown to his current size. Basically, George took on most of the damage.

Now hearing such sincere words, his heart is also a little touched. After all, in his previous life, as the only son in the family, no one cared so much about him except his parents.

George patted Frank's broad back with his hand, and a wet touch came, and he raised his hand to see that his hands were covered in blood, and then looked at Frank with a shocked expression

"What's going on, Frank?" , and then lifted his clothes without refusal, and saw a fifteen-centimeter-long gauze tied to his back, and bright red blood seeped out from the edge of the gauze, making his clothes all blood stains.

Frank grinned and put down his lifted clothes, and replied nonchalantly, "Those bitch Irishmen sneak attacked, and I've dealt with it." They're no match for me in a head-on fight. ”

Hearing this, George almost guessed how he had just told him the news, and his anger grew more and more intense, and his eyes slowly became fierce.

Just because he doesn't want to cause trouble doesn't mean he's afraid, Frank is his only friend in this world, and he won't let the Irish hurt Frank.

George sent Frank away in silence, and when he returned to the room, his face was gloomy as if he was about to drip water, and he went to bed early after eating something, and the Irish would not let him go easily tomorrow.