23 Wall Street, Morgan Building. .

Although it is the early morning when the human body needs dormancy the most, John Pierpont Morgan, the head of the Morgan family generation, did not feel sleepy at all. He is now studying a copy of the "Memorandum of Diplomatic Affairs of the United States, Europe, and Rome" in his office in the basement of the Morgan Building, while waiting for someone.

Of course, the original office of the Morgan boss would not be in the basement. He moved to this stuffy, humid, and musty-smelling underground office when the New York State government announced the implementation of wartime air defense martial law in New York City this morning.

In fact, John Pierpont Morgan Jr. could have left Wall Street, which was likely targeted by Nazi missiles, and went to work in the manor on the shore of Lake Laquette in Upstate, New York. But the king of Wall Street was unwilling to leave his kingdom easily. Not only did he not leave, the German-speaking German-speaking German John Rockefeller Jr. Richard Mellon Jr., the King of Mellons, and the Steelman family (the founding family of Citibank), the Brady family, the Winthrop family, the head of the Dodge family, as well as agents of the DuPont family, Ford family, McCormick family, Wood family, Kikiani family and other Midwest wealthy families, are now hiding in the strongest basement in Manhattan.

It’s not that these guys with a wealth of billions are not afraid of death, but that they know that the Nazis on the other side of the ocean are not able to destroy New York. And now is not an era of extremely developed communications. Only when these billionaires stay in New York, the financial center, can they complete the adjustments to their respective consortiums' business layout in the shortest time. Only in New York can they sell or buy assets priced at hundreds of millions of dollars in the shortest time, and transfer assets to the safest place through the most secure channels.

In addition, only in New York's financial center can they quietly meet representatives from all walks of life and make some shameful arrangements.

To put it bluntly, these billionaires are the local snakes in the Golden City of New York, and their power is spread all over the world.

The rushing footsteps suddenly rang out from outside the closed office door, and then one of John Morgan's secretary, Jr., knocked on the door, "Mr. Morgan, Mr. Mussolini and Henry arrived."

John Morgan Little quickly stood up and walked to the office door, and opened the door himself. Under the dim light, John Morgan Little's son Henry Morgan Little was standing outside the door with a young man who looked less than 30 years old, with thick facial features and short figure.

At first glance, this young man looked a bit similar to Caesar, the Roman Empire that had just left the United States. He was the legal eldest son of His Excellency Caesar (Mrsolino and an illegitimate eldest son) Vittorio Mussolini.

"Vittorio, I'm happy to see you." John Morgan Shuangout shook Mussolini's son with his right hand. From the name he called Mussolini, it could be seen that it was not the first time he and Mussolini had met.

In fact, before the outbreak of the war, the Morgan family and Mussolini had a good relationship and had many investments in Italy. After the truce of Mero, Mussolini was sent by his father to New York as consul general. The main task was of course to establish a relationship with the leaders of the New York consortium.

Although Hitler and Hessmann did not like these American billionaires, in the eyes of Caesar, the Roman Empire, these people were all God of Wealth, and they wished they could use the King's luxury cruise ship to pick them up and their money to Rome.

However, Mussolini's attitude towards American billionaires is understandable. Compared with Germany, France, and Britain, Italy, the core of the Roman Empire, is just a country in the "primary stage of capitalism" and lacks capital very much. Even if Italy has now upgraded to Rome, the situation has not improved, and it lacks capital. After all, the territory swallowed by Italy is not well developed, and all require investment and construction.

"Come in and sit, Henry, you can sit too." John Morgan, Little John Morgan, invited Mussolini into his office, then opened a wine cabinet next to the wall, took out a bottle of Raffi, 1882 (1882), and poured a glass for himself, Henry Morgan and Mussolini, Little.

"Mr. Morgan, it's an unusual night tonight." Little Mussolini spoke English as fluent as his father, and his face was filled with an exaggerated smile as much as his father, making him look like a small dictator of the Roman Empire.

"Unormal?" John Morgan Jr. looked motionless. "Does the Germans really want to bomb New York?"

"Yes," Mussolini's smile disappeared, replaced by a sad look, "I just knew..."

“Woo woo…”

The sound of the air defense alarm suddenly sounded at this time. Now there are loudspeakers that can make alarm sounds in the skyscrapers in New York, and Morgan Building is no exception.

"Here!" Little Mussolini raised his wrist and looked at the time, "It's 2:20 am now... until 2:40 am at the latest, we can hear the explosion."

John Morgan Jr. smiled: "It's just dozens of missiles."

"No," Mussolini shook his head, "This time it's not dozens, but hundreds!"

"Hundreds?" John Morgan Xiao frowned a little, but soon spread out again.

There are a few hundred missiles, but I still can't do anything to a big city like New York.

"But such an attack can't scare the American people at all," said John Morgan Jr., "it will only anger them and make peace negotiations more difficult."

"But our German friends don't think so," Mussolini said. "They think that missile attacks on New York, Boston and Washington show that they have the ability to put huge lethal atomic bombs into big American cities."

John Morgan Jr. gently turned the wine glass in his hand, "So do the Germans really have the ability to drop atomic bombs into New York with missiles?"

"I think...they haven't." Mussolini said little, "but there will be something soon."

John Morgan Shuang shrugged: "Since there isn't yet, why should we immediately spend 500 billion European marks?"

"Mr. Morgan," Mussolini, little Mussolini looked at John Morgan in surprise, "If a German atomic bomb was really dropped at the mouth of the Hudson River, do you think that 500 billion European Marks can still buy peace?"

Morgan Xiao shook his head and said, "The United States is a democratic country, and this year is another election year." He paused and said word by word: "And as a businessman, my influence is limited. I, John Rockefeller, Richard Mellon, and other billionaires cannot dominate the United States! The German Imperial Marshal overestimated the abilities of us in his works.

In the United States, we can only follow the public's wishes, and cannot forcefully change the will of the people. Especially in the year of the general election!"

Mussolini, little, nodded in disappointment. He had heard the same thing from John Rockefeller and Richard Mellon.

Obviously, at this moment, the large American consortium is not in a hurry to stop the war that is getting worse and worse.

Maybe they are really powerless, maybe they set up a bigger situation...

At this time, the roar of anti-aircraft guns and a sound that seemed to be the sound of the locomotive driving were transmitted to the office of John Morgan Little's office through the ventilation ducts and corridors in the basement.

Then there was the rumbling sound!

Germany's V1b cruise missile has landed on the heads of the American people.

...

"God, they're bombing New York!"

"Yes, they're bombing New York!"

"Joseph, are they going to ruin New York?"

"No, Rose, what they want is money, a lot of money."

When there were countless V1b cruise missiles dragging orange-red tail flames appeared over New York City, Hitler and Rudolph Hess' good friend Joseph Kennedy was staying in their apartment in Long Island, New York with his wife Rose Kennedy.

When the air defense alarm sounded, the couple was hosting a cocktail party for Truman. Joseph Kennedy knew that the German missiles were targeting not the wealthy area of ​​Long Island, but Manhattan with densely populated and buildings. So he did not go to the air raid shelter together, but climbed the balcony on the second floor with his wife and watched the flames over New York.

"Then will we give them money?" Rose Kennedy seemed very worried. Of course, she was not worried about the New Yorkers, but about her two sons who joined the army.

"I don't know." Joseph Kennedy shook his head, his expression looking very painful.

Because he knew that it was the best time to pay for peace, and he also knew that President Roosevelt had made up his mind to achieve peace!

But as a Democrat who shares the same peace philosophy as President Roosevelt and a Democratic-supported vice presidential candidate, Joseph Kennedy must have a superficial opposition to the humiliating and peaceful stance in his open and unpublic speeches.

The peace conditions for European Mark of 500 billion were not supported by no candidate before the end of the general election.

Kennedy thought to himself that in the whole of America, the whole of America might only be able to count on President Roosevelt, who was about to die, to be a sinner.

"Sir," said a secretary of Kennedy, who suddenly appeared behind him, holding a tray in his hand, and a telephone set on it, "Mr. Truman's phone."

Kennedy immediately picked up the receiver and Harry Truman's voice came from it: "Joseph, how are you there? Did you really get bombed in New York?"

"Yes, Harry, there are many missiles heading to Manhattan, and there must be more than 200. Manhattan is in a terrible state now."
Chapter completed!