Happy days were always brief. After a night of revelry, New York grew calm once more.
That made things miserable for the sanitation workers. Tom swept the streets while cursing under his breath, griping about last night's madness.
Last night, though he had had no control over himself and had danced his heart out, once it ended, back pain, aching waist, and leg cramps had come drooling and pouncing at him like burly men who had been starving for ages.
"Oh, my poor old back."
It felt as exhausting as if he had turned into a horse and been ridden at full gallop all night.
And then, he—no, they—no, the world.
All, without exception, remembered one person's name—Loki!
At the same time, Valmont of the Black Hand Gang had also left behind no small legend in countries around the world, honorably becoming an international wanted criminal.
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Tom was so exhausted he could hardly stand it. Irritably, he went to a roadside bench and sat down. As soon as he raised his head, his gaze involuntarily landed on the electronic screen on the building ahead.
``` [Latest news from the New York Daily News: at the ruins of Liberty Island's original site, the Statue of Liberty has reappeared!
The host waved his hand: Let's connect to our host on the scene at Liberty Island. Bandy, hello.
Bandy: Hello, host.
Host: Bandy, can you tell us what's happening at the scene?
Bandy: Of course. Behind me is the Statue of Liberty. She stands 91 meters tall and weighs 225 tons. She is a symbol of democracy and freedom in the United States, as well as a beautiful landmark.
Host: Uh. Sorry to interrupt, but we all know that the Statue of Liberty holds a torch high