Reborn in America, I am a legendary short seller on Wall Street.

Chapter 239 Take Action
Upon learning of the other party's meticulously planned scheme, Larry was instantly gripped by extreme anxiety and terror. This was different from the sudden difficulties he had encountered in the secondary market—in the stock market, an attack might at worst result in a margin call and the loss of all his money.

But if one wrong step is taken today, it could mean losing your life.

It's not just your own life that will be lost, but the lives of many others.

Of course, to be honest, Larry didn't care about the lives of those unrelated New York millionaires. But since he was the one who started this whole thing, that was a completely different matter.

If these important people were to have an accident due to my negligence, I could forget about ever making it in New York again.

Larry's anxiety and restlessness slowly spread. Everyone in the room remained silent, staring at Larry.

Larry didn't speak; he gazed out the window, lost in thought. The entire room was shrouded in a thick, suffocating atmosphere of stillness.

Just then, a thunderous roar suddenly erupted in the dark sky outside the window, and purple lightning began to streak back and forth through the clouds. Immediately afterward, the spring thunder awakened the silent sky. Soon after, a light spring rain began to fall.

Larry stared at the dark sky and the twinkling lights of New York, watching the raindrops pound against the window. His heart gradually calmed down.

Nothing is difficult, nothing is insurmountable—Larry told himself.

The ability to maintain composure in the face of storms in the stock market returned to Larry's mind.

Larry stared intently at the rain outside the window, his mind gradually clearing up, and the real thoughts that were now surfacing in his mind.

First, we need to understand the nature of this matter.

Fortunately, without Mr. Dunbar's vigilance, he himself would not have been able to discover the various signs of danger lurking in the Waldorf Hotel.

At the same time, thanks to his keen sensitivity to stock market fluctuations, he was able to discover this carefully orchestrated conspiracy in advance by chance.

Previously, the enemy did indeed lurk in the shadows, but now he has discovered their conspiracy. Previously, the enemy was indeed secretly plotting, but now he knows their plans. Currently, it seems the enemy has become the prey, while he has the opportunity to become the hunter with a gun.

The mantis catches the cicada, and the oriole is behind.

The other party's plan of action may seem cruel and cunning, but for someone with past life experience like myself, it's not actually that scary.

Moreover, this time, New York's wealthy elites will all be on their side.

Once Larry understood this, everything became clear. The subsequent arrangements then fell into place naturally.

Larry pondered for a moment, and when he turned around from the window, his eyes were as calm as a statue.

The people in the room had just seen Larry looking anxious, as if the 14-year-old boy could no longer bear such a heavy burden.

But now everything has changed! Anyone with normal human eyes can see the confidence and composure radiating from Larry's blue eyes.

"Mr. Dunbar, have you made contact with the person you were looking for?" Larry asked in a deep voice.

Mr. Dunbar seemed to have returned to the army. When he heard Larry's question, he stood up abruptly and said solemnly, "Yes, Mr. Livingston, I have found the man, and he is willing to do anything for our plan."

“Any effort? Ha, what an ambitious guy. Tell me about him!” Larry looked at Dunbar.

"Charles Baker! Former Pinkerton detective, dismissed for 'excessive force' and 'insubordination.' He later joined the New York City Police Department on the recommendation of a relative, and it was he who uncovered the assassination attempt following the Astor IV bombing."

After Mr. Dunbar finished speaking, Larry's mind drifted back to the assassination attempt and the brave and meticulous policeman. If he hadn't wounded one assassin with his rifle and scared away the others, who knows if he would have been attacked someday. Larry nodded silently and asked, "To what extent could he have done it?"

Dunbar suddenly chuckled and said, "That kid's really wild. His superiors at the police station can't control him. When it really matters, he not only dares to act first and report later, but he also dares to falsely convey orders from higher-ups and mobilize his subordinates. I've talked to him, and I've also confirmed this with an old comrade from the Civil War."

This kid not only cares about money, but also about 'rules'—his own rules. He thinks many laws are bullshit. If this operation can get him a meteoric rise in his career or make him a fortune, he won't hesitate to act.

Larry nodded in approval, "There aren't too many people like this, there are far too few! Tomorrow, let him take charge of the main operations. Let him handle any killings that require it... If absolutely necessary, we'll have to intervene ourselves..."

Before Larry could finish speaking, Dunbar had already given the answer, "...He said, $1000 for a life, he'll take the blame! At worst, he'll be kicked out of the police station."

“Okay!” Larry took out the remaining $2000 from his wallet and slapped it into Dunbar’s hand. “This is his advance payment! I’ll reimburse him if any other expenses arise later.”

Dunbar accepted the $2000 and nodded emphatically.

Larry looked at the remaining $300 or so in his wallet and suddenly smiled. "I finally managed to spend all the commission Mr. Porter gave me..."

Larry's relaxed smile instantly eased the tense atmosphere in the room. At this moment, everyone in the room regarded Larry as their leader, and seeing him handle the situation calmly made them feel relaxed.

"Also, K, Matthew Browning, you two will be in charge of leading your respective teams. Follow along when needed and be ready to obey my or Dunbar's orders at any time!" Larry turned his gaze to the two of them.

The two were also inspired by Dunbar, and immediately stood up and straightened their backs when Larry gave the order.

"understand!"

Larry turned to look at the young men Mr. K had brought. These men were not typical bodyguards; they might have been convenience store clerks just a few days ago. But now, they were his daggers.

“Listen,” Larry’s voice was bright and clear, “Tomorrow at the Waldorf Hotel. We’re not the main characters, we’re the shadows.”

"Yes, sir!"

The three men also stood ramrod straight, trembling as if in shock.

“Very good. As for the follow-up arrangements, Mr. K will give you specific instructions later... Old K, remember to use your map so that they have a thorough understanding of the terrain.”

After saying this, Larry looked at Matthew Browning and said with a smile, "Mr. Dunbar is going to contact someone, so I'll trouble you to come with me!"

Matthew asked with a serious expression, "Where to?"

“We’re going to Astor IV’s estate!” Larry replied.

Larry then picked up the phone and asked the receptionist to prepare a carriage for his trip. He then addressed the crowd.

"Get moving! This time, the odds are in our favor. Be careful and stay safe. If anything unexpected happens, remember this: if you're in prison, I'll take care of you and your family for life; if you're in a grave, all I can do is offer you flowers... When it's time to kill, don't hold back. You all heard it: $1000 a life, cheap!"

Everyone looked at Larry, their faces showing a complex mix of fear and relief.

Larry smiled at them, picked up his coat, waved, and said casually, "See you tomorrow, gentlemen!"

(End of this chapter)