Manhattan

Chelsea District.

As soon as Li Xuxian and Li Xinyu got into the carriage, they saw Abel picking up his mobile phone and making a call.

"Alan, I remember the Hardbay side. The Newhouse family, there are some plots, right?"

"Understood. What do you suggest?"

"Okay. I see what you mean. I'll think about it......

Ten minutes later, the two Li sisters hung up the phone as they looked at the man in the co-pilot.

His deep eyes looked at the traffic outside the car window, and he looked pensive.

They didn't dare to disturb him, they just sat quietly in the back and didn't speak.

Wait for the convoy to return to 138 East 65th Street on Manhattan's Upper East Side.

Li Xinyu and them got out of the car and were at the door of the townhouse.

Abel hugged Li Xinyu and kissed her, and stuffed the sideburns that fell from her ears back into place.

"I'm going to run some errands. I won't go in yet."

Li Xinyu nodded obediently. Watching her best friend's fiancé, her own boyfriend, get into the car and the convoy leaves.

She and her sister returned to 138 East 65th Street.

After entering the villa, Li Xinyu chatted with her sister.

"Second sister. I think you like that lady Anna Wintour very much."

Li Xuxian generously admitted:

"Yes. And what student of fashion design doesn't worship this one? She has gone from being a small tailor to becoming the biggest devil in the fashion industry today."

Li Xinyu has no need for fashion or anything.

Although she is sensual, the direction of her sensibility is not in fashion and design.

This made Li Xinyu a little disappreciative:

"What kind of fashion devil...... I think she looks the same way to Abel and the founders of the small companies in Hanguo to our father and brother."

Li Xuxian was stunned, and had the heart to refute her sister's words, she didn't like her idol to be belittled by her sister like this.

But Li Xuxian thought about it carefully, when Anna Wintour faced Abel just now, it could be said that it was really like what Li Xinyu said.

When facing Abel, the so-called fashionable female devil is really no different from ordinary people.

Li Xuxian sighed, "Don't talk about this. Xinyu, I'll go back tomorrow. Are you really not going back? What about this year's Chinese New Year? You didn't go back for the Chinese New Year last year, and you spent the Chinese New Year last year with your eldest sister in California, right?"

The Han Kingdom also uses the lunar calendar, and it is the lunar calendar of China.

Before 1999, the Han people used the lunar calendar, but at the *** level, the Han people abolished the New Year that was the same as the Lunar New Year in China.

After 1999, the Lunar New Year was resumed again, and the time was exactly the same as that of Huaxia.

"It depends." Li Xinyu replied ambiguously.

Li Xuxian sighed in his heart and stopped asking.

Abel's side, about half an hour later.

His convoy came around the wasteland near Hudson Bay.

It's him and Bloomberg, and the previous New York City. The Governor, the Speaker, the wasteland and the vacant land that I came to visit the site at the beginning.

Around a large wasteland, there are many older and dilapidated Manhattan buildings.

If you look closely, you will see that he has a large number of vehicles in the convoy this time. ….

More than double the previous time when he was in Chelsea.

In fact, almost the entire Rock Security, the force of Manhattan's activity, came here.

to ensure the safety of their bosses.

In the wasteland, you can see in the distance, Manhattan is lined with high-rise buildings.

Behind it is Hudson Bay, where countless lighted oil tankers, freighters, and cruise ships cruise the bay near the harbor, transporting all kinds of nourishment and tourists that the sprawling city needs.

Overhead, the sky was dark, and the stars were invisible

There was no moon in sight, only darkness.

Occasionally, the lights of some airplanes pierce the night sky.

Surrounded by a convoy in the middle, Abel opened the window to see the Four King Kongs and David and Allen outside.

David walked over and whispered to his boss, "They're coming."

"Let them come." Abel sat in the car and didn't get down, so he said directly.

David nodded, turning to look at Edward.

Edward nodded lightly at him, leaving Johnson and Lin behind, and personally led Lincoln outside.

A moment later, Edward and Lincoln, with a bunch of rock security staff.

A few others, who at first glance were not rock security, were sent in.

Seeing the men approaching, Able raised the windows directly.

At this time, from the outside, the Cadillac monster in the dark has a perfect bulletproof, explosion-proof, biochemical privacy window, blocking all sight and sound from the outside.

David Jones and Allen and others also avoided it at the right time.

David also got into the cabin of the Cadillac monster and sat in the passenger seat.

Five outsiders, under the watchful eye of the rock security staff, came to Abel's closed car window.

Standing in front of the window of the Cadillac monster, about two meters or so.

The five of them looked at each other, looked at each other, and then looked at the elite looking rock security staff around them, not knowing what they were thinking.

And at this time, he looks a bit like O'Neal, and his figure is also very similar to O'Neal's Lincoln.

This big black man, standing in front of five people, stood in front of the window of the Cadillac monster.

The black bodyguard changed his giggle in front of his compatriots.

His face was serious, and even the tone of his English speech had changed, becoming very similar to the accent of an Italian when speaking English.

That is, the sound of the trill, R, which requires the use of tongue sounds, will be pronounced as Italian-style tongue shakes, not tongue curls.

If it weren't for his appearance, he would be a pure black man.

Listening only to the voice, I thought it was like an Italian immigrant who had just come from Sicily.

"Gentlemen, though I know who you are. You know who I am...... But my boss doesn't know that."

"Now, please introduce yourself."

In the cold wind, in front of the Hudson Bay heath.

The five guys in overcoats with serious faces looked at each other again after listening to Lincoln's words.

Finally, one of the younger middle-aged white men said softly:

"Sir, I'm Frank Kali. It's an honor to stand here and talk to you."

After this guy finished introducing himself. ….

The sound insulation is perfect, and only through the wireless intercom worn by Lincoln, I heard the other party's self-introduction Abel in the carriage, and also heard the soft introduction of David Jones in front of me:

"Frank Cali Gambino. This family has amassed a lot of wealth through illegal activities such as illegally opening D farms, kidnapping, and selling laundry detergent."

"In addition, they control the terminal transportation business in New York City and New Jersey. The International Seafarers' Association, which represents 65,000 seafarers, is in actual control."

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The meaning of self-introduction.

"Joyin Marcino Bonanno, sir, this is my name."

Similarly, David's soft voice sounded in the carriage -

"The Bonanno family is cruel in infighting. It used to be the most influential underground in New York, but after the infighting, it's not as good as it used to be."

"This Join Massino is said to be very powerful. It was he who put an end to the gang's infighting a few years ago."

"Bonanno controls New York City and New Jersey next door, and a lot of the cheese, clothing, funeral industries. The guilds of these trades, too, have tens of thousands of members, and like Gambino, they all rely on this trick to maintain their presence in New York."

Abel nodded lightly again, and said expressionlessly, "Next."

Lincoln did the same, and the remaining three powerful figures in New York's underground had to introduce themselves softly.

"It is a great honour for me to stand here, sir, Amuso Luches."

- "The Luches family, whose tentacles extend to the construction and waste disposal industries in New York, is very powerful. There are about 1,000 full members and more than 10,000 peripheral people with interests."

"I am Charles V Ruciano Genovese, sir."

- "The Genovise family has absolute control of the nation's largest wholesale fish market. Many of the fish guilds in New York are led and responsible for them."

"It's a pleasure to stand here. Sir, I'm Sidro Colombo."

"The Colombo family, the youngest, started out selling olive oil. Now they control the most cement and concrete workers in New York, and the guilds."

Five outsiders have introduced themselves.

David Jones also explained softly that he didn't know where he came from, perhaps from the Smith Intelligence, or simply from Lincoln.

After listening to these introductions, Abel did not speak.

He looked out the window at the five outsiders who were spitting white air in the cold wind under the light of the car's headlights. ….

It is these five guys who control almost the whole of New York, close to more than 70% of the underground forces.

And Abel came to see them today, mostly because of his curiosity.

As a person born in the light and on the table, he is also a reborn.

He has some curiosity about the legendary shady mouse.

It's safe, and it's the same way you can look at them like a mouse.

When he had the chance, he would come up close and take a closer look at the rats.

Of course, he's not really that boring.

He was so bored that he used his influence to call these rats over for him to watch.

The reason why these people came here is also because of the "savior of Manhattan" - after 911, many American newspapers reported that Abel Smith because he had always supported Manhattan and was a tycoon who "led by example" to stick to Manhattan.

He is the bright "savior of Manhattan."

These shady rats are needed.

Give him something bright savior, something that is not fit to be done.

Like what......

In some parcels of Hudson's Bay, when renovations are underway.

encountered some unreasonable and unreasonable.

When I only know Diao Min with fists and guns.

Then the rats can come out and talk to them about the "truth".

That's what these people do.

That's why Abel needed them.

As for calling them over, and blowing a cold wind on the seashore of this wasteland.

That's really Abel's bad taste.

It was he who wanted to see what the legendary New York underground elder looked like.

Now he's seen it.

I just think that the image of these people is quite in line with the appearance of some Hollywood movies.

Have you watched "The Godfather"?

The appearance of Marlon Brando in the movie is basically a reference to the appearance of these people.

Even the movie "The Godfather".

Many of the stories it tells are based on Sidro Colombo's ancestors.

Let's put it this way, Francis Ford Coppola, the great director of Hollywood, he dared to make this movie.

The reason is that this family, itself one of the investors in this film.

Even Francis Ford Coppola himself was actually a peripheral member of the gang.

After the big director made this movie very successful and popular, making the family famous.

The great director and his family members have also become peripheral personnel at the honorary level from peripheral personnel.

The status is relatively high.

So much so that now, why can the "Coppola Gang" in Hollywood be so horizontal?

It's because they're really a "gang", honorary peripheral members of the Colombo family.

Throughout the history of Hollywood.

It was not until the mid-to-late 20th century, with the entry of large capital, that the situation of Hollywood was much better.

Before that, for a long time, Hollywood actually lived like the Hong Kong Island film industry in the late 80s and early 90s.

After reading it all over the freshness and satisfying my curiosity.

Abel finally spoke, "Let's go. I'll take care of the rest, Lincoln."

Command transmission by radio.

Under his order, a convoy of more than 30 Cadillacs of various models ignited at once. ….

Under the bewildered eyes of the leaders of the five underground rats, the cars left one after another.

Only 5 of them were left at the scene, as well as more than a dozen work vehicles for rock security led by Lincoln.

"Don't be nervous."

Looking at the five people whose eyes were shaking, Lincoln smiled and said:

"My boss has already seen you. I'll talk to you about the rest."

Looking at the distant convoy, the five kings of New York's underground all looked back on the big black man.

"Didn't you say it before? Just do as I said before. Smith ......"

Sidro Colombo didn't finish his words before he stopped.

Because Lincoln had already pulled out a heavy MarkXIX and aimed it at him.

This made the five people commotion all at once, without waiting for them to make any moves or words.

I heard Lincoln say, "Forget everything about that gentleman. Otherwise you will regret it, and the price you cannot afford is too much for you."

Sidro Colombo felt nothing but shame in his heart, but reason told him that it was nothing.

Just like this said.

The cost is absolutely unbearable on its own, and neither can the Colombo family.

If the other party is ruthless, the five people present and the family behind everyone may not be able to bear it.

Sidro Colombo raised his hands and immediately apologized: "I'm very sorry...... I understand, I will never do it again!"

"Ha......" Lincoln put away his MarkXIX, the legendary Magnum Eagle pistol.

In China, the Chinese prefer to call it the Desert Eagle.

"Everything in the future. Just contact me. Do you understand? Everything is your own action, and nothing to do with others."

Lincoln grinned and said, "If only everybody could do it." Nothing else will be a problem."

After speaking, without waiting for the five people to speak, Lincoln said to another rock security staff member next to him:

"A greeting gift for a couple of gentlemen. Then let's go. Next is their work."

The staff member nodded, walked over and pulled out an envelope.

He took out a few pieces of paper from the envelope and handed them to the Big Five in New York.

One per person.

When he was done, Lincoln smiled again, "So be it. Goodbye, everybody."

Soon, the last 10 or so work vehicles of Rock Security also left in the dark.

Almost as soon as their vehicle started to leave.

There were hundreds of people either driving or running over.

These people gathered around the Big Five, and instantly divided into 5 queues, which can be said to be distinct.

"Nothing. Quiet, quiet."

Sidro Colombo immediately said to his own people.

The other four commanded the same thing to their men.

And the Big Five of New York's underground gathered together, each holding a piece of paper in their hands.

"$10 million...... Tut-tut, it really deserves to be him. This shot is too generous."

Charles V Ruciano said, shaking the paper in his hand.

It wasn't paper at all, but a bearer Wells Fargo check.

The biller is the New York Heritage Heritage Preservation Association.

If you follow it, you can trace this check to John Ganney, president of the New York Association for the Preservation of Heritage Culture. ….

As for why Mr. President wrote this check, it was to protect New York's cultural heritage!

The papers on the hands of the other four people were also checks.

The amount is also $10 million, but the issuing bank and the biller are different.

But it's all bearer, and as long as you take it, you can go to the bank and withdraw the money, or deposit a special check into your own account.

"It's so professional." Join Massino complained, "It feels more professional than we do."

"After all, there is money." Frank Cali spoke, "Swap all his money for cash, and that would pile all of us together could just stone us to death."

"So...... What will you do?" Sidro Colombo looked at the crowd.

"What else can I do?"

Charles V Ruciano Genovese, stuffed the check directly into his pocket and said:

"Last year was a cold winter, and this year is a warm winter. This has caused a bit of confusion in the direction of the currents in the Atlantic Ocean, which has had a very serious impact on the output of our fishing grounds this year. The members of the New York Fish Association have not been very good this year. We need to make some extra money."

With that, he waved his hand at the group, "Goodbye, everyone. My workers, I'm going to make money."

The figure of Charles V Ruciano Genofese, and the men who followed him, quickly disappeared into the darkness.

The other people didn't stay long-winded, because there was no need to greet each other at all.

In normal times, everyone is a competitor.

After one of them left, the other four immediately followed.

All that was left was a messy wasteland run over by many humans and vehicles.

On the evening of 18 December 2001, around 11 p.m.

There was a light snow in Manhattan, and snowflakes were falling on a small wasteland in front of Hudson Bay.

Small snowflakes bring cold.

I don't know how many poor insects there will be in the wasteland, and they can't even survive this warm winter.

Die in the cold before the spring of the following year.

A new thought