Chapter 1131 Roosevelt's Death XVI

No. 23 Wall Street, Morgan Building.

Although it is early morning when the human body needs to sleep the most, the head of the Morgan family, John Pierpont Morgan Jr., is not sleepy at all. He is now in his office in the basement of the Morgan Building, studying a copy of the "American, European, and Roman Diplomatic Memorandum" while waiting for someone.

The original office of the big boss of Morgan Company was certainly not in the basement. He moved to this stuffy, humid, and musty underground office this morning when the New York State government announced the implementation of wartime air defense martial law in New York City.

In fact, John Pierpont Morgan Jr. could have left Wall Street, which was likely to be targeted by Nazi missiles, and went to work in his estate on the shore of Lake Raquette in upstate New York. But the king of Wall Street was unwilling to leave his kingdom easily - not only did he not leave, but the German-speaking Germanic John Rockefeller Jr., the king of the Mellon family Richard Mellon Jr., the heads of the Stillman family (the founding family of Citibank), the Brady family, the Winthrop family, the Dodge family, and the agents of Midwestern tycoons such as the DuPont family, the Ford family, the McCormick family, the Wood family, and the Chichiani family, are now hiding in the most solid basement in Manhattan.

It's not that these guys with billions of dollars are not afraid of death, but they know that the Nazis on the other side of the ocean are not yet able to destroy New York. Moreover, this is not an era of extremely advanced communications. These billionaires can only complete the adjustment of their respective consortiums in the shortest time in the business layout by staying in New York, the financial center. 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 reliable channels.

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

To put it bluntly, these billionaires are the local tyrants of the golden city of New York, and their influence is everywhere.

The sound of hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside the closed office door, and then a secretary of John Morgan Jr. knocked on the door, "Mr. Morgan, Mr. Mussolini and Henry are here."

John Morgan Jr. hurriedly stood up and walked to the door of the office and opened the door himself. Under the dim light, Henry Morgan, the son of John Morgan Jr., was standing outside the door with a young man who looked less than 30 years old, with thick features and a short stature.

At first glance, the young man looked a bit like Caesar of the Roman Empire who had just left the United States. He was Caesar's legitimate eldest son (Mussolini also had an illegitimate eldest son) Vittorio Mussolini.

"Vittorio, nice to meet you." John Morgan Jr. extended his right hand and shook hands with Mussolini's son. From the way he addressed Mussolini Jr., it could be heard that this was not the first time he and Mussolini Jr. had met.

In fact, before the outbreak of the war, the Morgan family had always had a good relationship with Mussolini and had many investments in Italy. After the US-Roman Armistice, Mussolini Jr. was sent to New York by his father as Consul General. The main task, of course, was to build relationships with the leaders of the New York consortium.

Although Hitler and Hersmann did not like these American billionaires, in the eyes of Caesar of the Roman Empire, these people were all gods of wealth, and they wished they could use the luxury cruise ship King to take them and their money to Rome.

However, Mussolini's attitude towards American billionaires was understandable. Compared with Germany, France, and Britain, Italy, the core of the Roman Empire, was only a country in the "primary stage of capitalism" and was very short of capital. Even though Italy has been upgraded to Rome, the situation has not improved much, and it lacks capital even more - after all, the territories swallowed by Italy are not developed, and all need investment and construction.

"Come in and sit down, Henry, you too." John Morgan Jr. invited Mussolini Jr. into his office, then personally opened a wine cabinet placed on the wall, took out a bottle of 1882 Lafite, and poured a glass for himself, Henry Morgan, and Mussolini Jr.

"Mr. Morgan, tonight is an unusual night." Mussolini Jr. spoke English as fluently as his father, and had the same exaggerated smile on his face as his father, just like a small Roman Empire dictator.

"Unusual?" Little John Morgan remained calm, "Are the Germans really going to bomb New York?"

"Yes," Little Mussolini's smile had disappeared, replaced by a sad look, "I just found out..."

"Woo woo..."

The sound of the air defense alarm suddenly sounded at this time - now all the high-rise buildings in New York are equipped with speakers that can sound alarms, and the Morgan Building is no exception.

"Here it comes!" Little Mussolini raised his wrist to check the time, "It's 2:20 in the morning... At the latest, we can hear the explosion at 2:40."

Little John Morgan smiled: "It's just a few dozen missiles."

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

"Hundreds?" Little John Morgan also frowned a little, but soon he opened his brows again.

Hundreds of missiles are a bit too much, but they still can't do anything to a big city like New York.

"But such attacks will not scare the American people at all," John Morgan Jr. said, "it will only anger them and make peace negotiations more difficult."

"But our German friends did not think so," Mussolini Jr. said. "They believed that the missile attacks on New York, Boston and Washington showed that they were capable of dropping destructive atomic bombs on the major cities of the United States."

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

"I think... they haven't yet," Mussolini Jr. said, "but they will soon."

John Morgan Jr. shrugged: "Since it hasn't happened yet, why should we immediately spend 500 billion European marks?"

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

Morgan Jr. shook his head and said: "The United States is a democratic country, and this year is an election year." He paused and said word by word: "As a businessman, my influence is limited. I, John Rockefeller Jr., Richard Mellon Jr., and other billionaires cannot dominate the United States! The German Reich Marshal overestimated the abilities of us people in his book.

In the United States, we can only comply with public opinion and cannot forcefully change the will of the people. Especially in an election year! "

Mussolini Jr. nodded with some disappointment. He had already heard the same words from John Rockefeller Jr. and Richard Mellon Jr.

Obviously, at this moment, the big conglomerates in the United States are in no hurry to stop the war that is getting worse.

Maybe they are really powerless, maybe they are setting up a bigger plot...

At this time, the roar of anti-aircraft guns and a sound like a moving locomotive spread through the ventilation ducts and corridors in the basement to John Morgan Jr.'s office.

Then there was a muffled roar!

Germany's V1B cruise missile has fallen on the heads of the American people.

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"God, they're bombing New York!"

"Yeah, they're bombing New York!"

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

"No, Rose, they want money. Lots and lots of money."

When countless V1B cruise missiles with orange-red tail flames and piercing screams appeared over New York City, Joseph Kennedy, a good friend of Hitler and Rudolf Hess, was staying with his wife Rose Kennedy. Inside an apartment in Long Island, New York.

The couple were hosting a reception to raise money for Truman when the air raid siren sounded. Joseph Kennedy knew that the German missiles were definitely not targeting the wealthy areas of Long Island, but Manhattan, which was densely populated with people and buildings. So instead of going into the air-raid shelter with other guests, he went to the second-floor balcony with his wife and watched the firelight over New York.

"Then will we give them money?" Rose Kennedy looked very worried. Of course she was not worried about the citizens of New York, but worried about her two sons who were serving in the military.

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

Because he knows now is the best time to spend money to buy peace, and he also knows that President Roosevelt has made up his mind to achieve peace!

However, as a Democrat who shared the same peace philosophy as President Roosevelt and as a vice presidential candidate supported by the Democratic Party, Joseph Kennedy had to express his opposition to the humiliation of peace in public and private speeches.

No candidate would dare to support the peace condition of compensation of 500 billion Euromarks before the election.

Kennedy thought to himself that now the entire United States could only look to the dying President Roosevelt to be a sinner.

"Sir," one of Kennedy's secretaries suddenly appeared behind him, holding a tray with a telephone on it, "Mr. Truman's phone number."

Kennedy immediately picked up the receiver, and Harry Truman's voice came from inside: "Joseph, how are you doing there? Has New York really been bombed?"

"Yes, Harry, there are many missiles heading towards Manhattan. There must be more than 200. Manhattan is in dire straits now."

"You go over there immediately! Go as soon as the missile attacks stop. Go to comfort the injured people and assure them that once I am elected, the Germans will pay a heavy price. I will also come to New York later..."