American variety show: The Godfather, the Peace Ambassador, what the heck?

Chapter 112 Bald Heads, Melee
When Harry left the club, he still hadn't managed to get any information from Luca the pigeon.

Looking back on his time spent dealing with petty thugs and upholding peace, Harry inexplicably had a strange feeling of being praised, which was quite nice.

At the same time, I became increasingly curious about pigeons.

That guy actually has such a good reputation among the people in Little Italy. It has almost become Pigeon's territory. He protects everyone, and all the residents here support him.

It has even spread to most of the Bronx, and residents call the nickname "Pigeon" more readily than many gangsters.

Behind them stands an entire borough of New York. Although most of them are just ordinary people from the lower classes, this is already a force of public opinion that cannot be ignored.

Harry thought the pigeon was quite an interesting fellow.
After leaving the club, Harry drove around the city twice to make sure no one was following him before arriving at a secret outpost of Omega agents.

Harry's colleagues were organizing documents in the room. When they saw him return, they joked, "Hey, the peacemaker is back!"

"I think I heard that a young woman invited you to dinner tonight?"

"This is so awesome! Such a comfortable job, just teaching a punk a lesson, and the pigeon even pays you! Next time, I'll go to the front lines! I want to be a peace ambassador too!"

Damn peacekeeper!
Harry rolled his eyes at his colleagues' jokes. "You bunch of jerks! I'm not in the mood for jokes right now. I suspect Pigeon is playing me for a fool. Except for the first piece of intelligence, which was true, none of the subsequent intelligence has been correct! We can't find anyone in Colombo at all!"

Colleague: "Did the pigeons discover your spy identity?"

Harry frowned: "Probably not. Not many people know my identity. Unless Pigeon has someone inside Omega, it's impossible for him to find out who I am."

My colleague said helplessly, "How should I put it, with so many people coming and going at the club all day long—Japanese, Italians, Black people—he's always entertaining these club members. He really enjoys making friends."

At that moment, a message was delivered.

After reading it, my colleague exclaimed in surprise, "The FBI found out! They've discovered Ako's hiding place! Damn, they're actually giving us useful intelligence; this is the first time we've ever done this!"

Harry was no longer excited; he'd heard the boy who cried wolf too many times. He questioned, "Source of the intelligence? Are you sure it's true? How did the FBI find out?"

“They’ve tracked down Yako,” his colleague said. “They have a lot of people and a lot of informants, while we only have a few. Harry, let’s go with the FBI to check it out. The address is a clothing factory in Brooklyn.”

Harry thought for a moment and said, "Let's not delay, let's set off now! I'll sneak in and take a look first!"

Brooklyn, a garment factory.

Yako, who had just returned here, chatted with "Snake" about the situation.

During this period, Yaco spent most of his time traveling around the five boroughs of New York, visiting members of several major families to seek support. He even tried to visit Gambino, but Gambino refused to see him and sent someone to tell him to go find Luca.

"Are these people just passing the buck? They're tossing me around like this. I've already contacted Luca; he has no intention of supporting us at all!"

Seeing Iaco's complaining expression, Persico, nicknamed Snake, rubbed his temples wearily. "It seems that Pigeon and Gambino are in cahoots. But I didn't expect that even though Gallo sent people to assassinate Gambino, that old guy could remain calm and let Pigeon take advantage of the situation."

Snake — Camille Persico.

Yaco scoffed: "If Gallo hadn't gone mad, I would even suspect that Gambino would have supported Gallo's actions. The assassination of Colombo was probably done with Gallo's support. Who knows if they're still in contact now?"

Persico shook his head: "Colombo has threatened the very foundation of all the families. He'll be killed sooner or later. I advised him not to be so high-profile back then, but he wouldn't listen."

Thinking of this, Persico sighed.

The civil war had been raging for over a month, with so many deaths, and he was already exhausted. He thought it would end soon, but Gallo received aid from Camorra, and it's unknown how much funding and weapons he received in return.

In contrast, the Lucchese and Genovese families initially supported him, but when they realized the situation of the civil war was unclear, they started negotiating terms again.

—We supported your Colombo faction to come to power, so you have to give us something in return, right? It's okay if you can't give us anything now, but you have to give us benefits after you come to power.

He'd bet Luca thought the same thing.

Persico has now realized that in the eyes of these wolves, there is no distinction between the Colombo family as "orthodox" and "rebel"—both factions have more than 100 supporters within the family, and whoever wins will take over.

Persico felt like he was in some small African country with rebels causing trouble, but the United Nations was doing nothing and letting them fight amongst themselves. The UN might even be supporting the rebels because they would be willing to give up more benefits if they seized power.

He looked up and asked, "By the way, what about those mechanics? How's it going on their end?"

"It's alright. The progress isn't fast, but it's steady. None of the targets they've set their sights on have survived."

Yako sighed, “These mechanics are too cautious. They have to investigate and do a lot of preparation before killing someone. They’re so slow and indecisive.”

Persico nodded. The best thing Ico did was probably to contact Universal Engineering in advance and find a group of highly skilled mechanics.

So cleverly, that many people actually believed that those from the Gallo faction died in a sudden accident, rather than from assassination.

If this group can kill Gallo, and the rebel leader is dead, then this chaos can be pretty much over.

The two continued their conversation for a while, after which Yaco left the room to handle some internal faction matters. Persico took out his phone and called the group of mechanics.

“I can give you another 500 million in reward! I demand that you find Joe Gallo as soon as possible and kill him!”

"Mr. Persico, do you know where I am right now?"

Persico was taken aback by the sudden change of topic. "What do you mean?"

Mechanic: "I just tracked down a member of the Gallo faction, and he's heading to Brooklyn. Judging by his direction, it seems his destination is your family's garment factory." Persico: "!!!"

Fuck!
Persico immediately stood up. "How many people came? Where are they?"

Mechanic: "At least a platoon! Gallo just hired a whole mercenary force to kill you!"

Persico was stunned. That bastard Gallo, does that madman really want to start a war in New York?
FBI New York office.

"Gallo has really gone mad!"

Denham stood in the stairwell, complaining to Luca on his phone, "Scapa said that Gallo has contacted a mercenary group overseas! He's going to wipe out the entire garment factory in one fell swoop!"

"Approximately how many people are there?"

"About forty or fifty people, I think they were veterans from the former East Germany."

East German mercenaries have arrived? Hearing this, Luca was somewhat surprised, but it was still within an acceptable range; forty or fifty people wasn't a large number. With a formidable figure like Harry, even if he couldn't handle it, with McLean added in, they could probably take care of it.

Not to mention Luca is still watching the game.

—It was he who leaked the intelligence to the FBI, and the FBI then leaked it to the Gallo faction through Scarpa.

Luca wants to speed things up for both sides. They're unwilling to sit down and negotiate, and they want to keep dragging things out and fighting. When will the civil war end?
Neither Persico nor Iaco are willing to make concessions right now, but I believe that after this incident, Persico will have a better understanding of the situation.

“You guys should get ready to make your move too,” Luca said softly. “Call McClain along, and don’t you have that unofficial spy in the FBI? Call him along too.”

Denham: "The intelligence has been passed on, and the spy should have received it."

Luca smiled and said, "Commander Denham, if we can capture a mercenary group and stop a large-scale destruction this time, it will be a great achievement!"

Denham breathed a sigh of relief. No wonder David always liked to follow Old Pigeon around and steal credit; there was real money to be made!
This rocket-like speed of solving cases and making meritorious contributions was something Denham would never have dared to dream of before.

In his lifetime, Denham feels he can still move his buttocks up a bit.

“By the way,” Luca asked, “where’s Gallo? Has he arrived?”

"No, Scarpa is the leader."

Denham was a little helpless. "Even Scarpa didn't know where Gallo was. I don't know if Scarpa really didn't know or if he was intentionally hiding the fact that this guy was a double agent who used our FBI to help Gallo's faction clean up a lot of people from the Colombo faction."

However, he also provided us with a large amount of evidence of the Colombo family's crimes. With this evidence, Scarpa could not escape our control no matter what.

Once their family feud is over, it'll be time to close the net.

What's the big deal about taking down a mercenary? If this time we can bring down the Colombo family, Denham believes that will be a truly great achievement.

The setting sun dyed the rooftop ground red, casting a long shadow of Luca.

After hanging up the phone, Luca stared at the garment factory in the distance, his eyes slightly narrowed. Beside him, Leon crouched on the ground, a sniper rifle tucked into his arms.

The scope revealed the interior of the garment factory, where fully armed mercenaries, armed with rifles or submachine guns, were launching a surprise attack from all directions.

This is not an assassination, but a positional assault.

"The pigeons have started fighting."

"I saw."

Luca also picked up a pair of binoculars to observe the situation. In the footage, a bald man and several assassins slipped into the garment factory through a side door.

I've finally found you, you bald guy!
[Rare Card Discovered: Arthur Bishaw]

[Arthur: SSR]

[Source: The Mechanic series]

[Skills: Mechanic; Accidental Death; Infiltrator; Deadly Tenderness; Deception]

[Bond: Strangers]

Luca couldn't help but sigh, "The less hair you have, the stronger you are in combat; it really is a golden rule."

Arthur Bishaw, an assassin working for the Global Engineering Group, is familiar with the tactics of major insurance companies, understands various causes of death, and is skilled at using various tools to create accidental deaths.

Of course, it's not like he's incapable of taking on a submarine base single-handedly.

When it comes to killing, Arthur's combat prowess is off the charts.

"Was this guy someone Yako called?"

Luca smiled faintly, "Looks like there's going to be some fun tonight. Arthur, Harry, and McKellen, a free-for-all between three SSR cards."

Oh right, Luca glanced at Lyon beside him; there's another one here.

(End of this chapter)