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

Chapter 113 I can help you get away

Inside the garment factory.

The sudden gunshot shattered the peace, followed by the crackling sound of beans being fried. Harry, who had just sneaked in to investigate, was a little confused. How did a fight break out like this?
He quickly slipped into the employees' locker room, and a colleague's anxious voice came through his earpiece, "Harry! Get out of here! There are bandits attacking the garment factory—no, mercenaries! The FBI just sent word that Gallo hired a mercenary group to attack the garment factory!"

Harry cursed under his breath, then calmly surveyed his surroundings. "No! We can't just leave like this. We finally found Yako; we have to catch him today! Where's the FBI? Have they arrived yet?"

"almost there!"

"The New York Police Department and the FBI are here, they'll be here soon."

"Have them keep an eye on the exits, and don't let a single one out!"

After saying that, Harry carefully pushed open the locker room door. Without the barrier, the gunshots around him were even more piercing.

Several mercenaries emerged from behind the stairwell diagonally in front of Harry. The two sides met face to face and drew their guns to exchange fire. Bullets flew everywhere, leaving bullet holes in the wall next to Harry.

But the mercenary left behind only his own corpse.

Harry stepped forward, pulled off the mask from the body, and glanced at it, finding it completely unfamiliar. He then carefully examined the body's neck, wrists, and the backs of its hands, but found no familiar tattoos or marks.

Having dealt with so many terrorist organizations abroad for years, Harry was familiar with the distinctive symbols of some of these organizations, but none of these bodies had them.

"I wonder which organization's mercenaries they are."

Suddenly, a slight noise was heard. Harry quickly crouched down, picked up the corpse and held it in front of him. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a bald man standing above the stairwell, firing a submachine gun.

Harry quickly dragged the body back towards the corner, raising his pistol to aim and forcing the other man to dodge.

However, a dark, indistinct thing flew down.

boom!
Hiding behind the wall, Arthur Bishaw pressed himself against it. The slight tremor in his back did not affect his movements. He remained calm and quickly reloaded his gun.

To be fair, Arthur didn't particularly enjoy these kinds of siege battles, and he rarely took on missions to protect his employers. This was because such missions involved too many unexpected situations, making it difficult to maintain overall control.

For example, today's attack was sudden, and we didn't know much about the situation, so we were forced to participate in this protection mission.

Simply because the employer asked for too much money.

That guy's reaction time was pretty quick, wasn't it?
After reloading, Arthur peeked out and aimed his gun at the spot where the other person had just been, only to find that there was no one there.

After observing him coldly for half a second, Arthur quickly took another route around the area. He searched for half a circle but couldn't find the guy. Instead, he casually dealt with a few clueless mercenaries along the way.

He pressed the microphone button: "The area around Gate 3 has been cleared! What's the employer's current situation?"

The voice replied through the headset: "Safe! Arthur, come cover our retreat! The police are on their way!"

Arthur nodded and quickly rejoined his teammates.

There were only five mechanics who came to New York this time, but they were all elites among elites, having experienced countless battles.

Surrounded by his teammates, Arthur saw Ako and Percy being protected, along with some Mafia soldiers nearby.

Arthur reported the situation expressionlessly, "Besides the mercenaries, there's a new problem: the FBI and police have surrounded the garment factory! Mr. Persico, are there any other escape routes from the garment factory?"

Persico said awkwardly, "I don't know much about this place. It's not a military base; it's just an ordinary clothing factory."

Arthur frowned slightly and pondered, "Our mission is to protect your life, so you now have two choices."

First, we'll try our best to deal with the mercenaries for you. Then you can stay here and surrender to the police. The police shouldn't kill you as long as you don't resist. As for how you'll face the police charges once you're in the station, that's not our concern.

Second, follow us to forcefully break through the encirclement of the police and mercenaries, but you'll have to pay extra, and we can't guarantee your survival. If you put up a last-ditch effort, the police won't hesitate to use their bullets.

My personal suggestion is that you choose the first option, which will save you a lot of unnecessary trouble.

Faced with Arthur's cold words, Persico quickly considered how to respond. Like Gallo, he was also currently out on bail. That idiot Gallo, that madman! He actually sent mercenaries, causing me so much trouble!
If I stay here, I will definitely be arrested by the police, even if I am the victim of the attack. The police will never let go of this opportunity to accuse me.

Once you're in the police station, you might get sent back to jail, and once you're in there, the family feud will be over!

"How confident are you in getting me out of here?" Persico asked in a deep voice. "The police can't find me here; you have to get me removed from this!"

"Just now I was 70% sure, now it's only 68% or 67% because there are more and more police."

"Break through! I choose the second option! I'll break through with you!"

Arthur gave his accomplices a look, and they understood immediately, quickly taking action. They would use a group of Mafia soldiers to distract the police and mercenaries, while they, along with Percy and Iaco, would break out from another direction.

The group fought their way through thorns and brambles, killing mercenaries along the way. These small fry were no match for Arthur and his companions.

Soon everyone arrived at the warehouse on the first floor. Just as they were about to leave, a muscular man suddenly appeared from the side, carrying a rifle he had picked up from a mercenary's corpse. He opened fire on the group, and several mafia soldiers fell instantly.

It's that guy again! Arthur's eyes turned cold as he drew his gun and returned fire, joining the other mechanics to cover Percy's retreat through the back door.

However, as soon as the back door opened, a police car burst through the gate like a mad bull.

Then a bald man, cursing and swearing, crawled out of the police car.

"Damn it! Every time something like this happens, I'm always the one who rushes to the front!"

McLean grabbed a submachine gun, using the police car as cover, and unleashed a hail of bullets, like a war god guarding Changban Slope, forcing the mechanics to keep their heads down.

One person, yet he fought with the feeling of a thousand troops.

The mechanics were no pushovers either, and they launched a counterattack.

boom!
The grenade exploded, overturning the entire police car, and McLean, caught off guard, was thrown away by the shockwave.

Arthur then threw another grenade to cut off their retreat, while simultaneously urging his men to retreat quickly.

However, in the corner of his eye, the bald man who had been blown away by the explosion charged back through the raging flames, his blood-soaked appearance resembling a blood-soaked demon.

Arthur was stunned for a moment. This guy wasn't killed by the explosion?
Harry, who rushed over from behind, was also stunned. Wasn't that the reckless bald cop?!

For a moment, a bald man, a shaved head, and a muscular man stood facing each other in a triangle formation.

With a glance exchanged, the three moved simultaneously, and gunshots rang out again.

Outside the garment factory.

Gunshots and explosions rang out incessantly, and Denham and David looked at each other in bewilderment at the commotion.

This fight is so intense!
Denham is not an agent with combat expertise and cannot intervene in frontline battles. David is not particularly strong in combat either; he is better at solving cases than large-scale firearms engagements.

"It feels like traveling in the Middle East."

"During the drug war, there was never such an intense battle."

Both of them felt a chill run down their spines.

"How are we going to handle this? It's one thing for the assassins and mercenaries to be dead, but if too many of our police officers are injured or killed, our report will look terrible!" David asked with a worried expression. "Has Old Pigeon said how to deal with this?"

The situation inside is now a complete mess, with the mafia, assassins, and mercenaries all mixed together.

Denham shook his head: "Old Pigeon only said he would handle everything, and all we need to do is clean up the mess and wait to take credit. In the end, it will most likely end in a peaceful resolution."

David was impressed but didn't understand!

It has to be the old pigeon!

The battle inside the warehouse has reached a fever pitch.

McLean initially targeted Harry and Arthur, but after discovering Harry's true identity, the two began to team up against Arthur and the other mechanics.

Bang bang bang!
Behind the shelf, after firing a burst of bullets, McClain pulled his head back in: "You're a spy? Why didn't you say so last time at the villa?"

"I was on a mission at the time! I didn't even have a chance to explain!"

"So you're not on a mission this time?" McClain looked suspicious. You look honest with your thick eyebrows and big eyes, how come you're full of lies?

Harry sighed. Wasn't it because the pigeons weren't providing any useful information? Continuing to play along with them was a complete waste of time. Now that the FBI seemed to have a lot of intelligence, he could finally focus more of his efforts on this.

A club? Just go there occasionally for a drink and a dance.

“I’ll explain later.” Harry stood up and fired a few shots. “Let’s go, let’s take care of these guys first! We can’t let Yako escape tonight!”

Behind the two, squads of special police officers followed them in.

This scene was also witnessed by Persico and Iaco, and both of them showed a hint of despair in their eyes.

Although being caught by the police won't kill you, being imprisoned would practically end this civil war prematurely.

Persico clenched his fists, a hint of resentment flashing in his eyes.

Back then, I sided with Colombo, helping him seize power and even getting him to change his family name to the Colombo family. Now that Colombo is dead, I should be the one to take over, but damn it, I've run into that madman Gallo, who's dragged the family into a civil war.

Mama fak!
The key issue is that the entire committee was just watching the show; those scumbags, beasts, and vampires!
With a sigh, Persico watched as more and more SWAT officers entered, knowing that this time there was almost no chance of escape.

If he were imprisoned, the family would be leaderless, and Gallo would quickly take over the entire clan.
Are we going to compromise?
Persico then realized that tonight was a dead end; whether he was killed by the mercenaries or captured by the police, it would all go to Gallo's advantage.

Beside him, Arthur and several mechanics also looked extremely grim.

Damn, is this the first time I've encountered such a troublesome cop? He's like an invincible war god! And that muscular guy is also an extremely difficult expert. Whether it's close combat or marksmanship, I can't gain the upper hand against him.

Two monsters!

If it weren't for these two guys, they would have broken through long ago. Now they are not only trapped, but also lost a comrade!
Just then, Yako's phone rang.

Pigeon?

Luca: "Let Persico answer the phone."

Iaco paused for a moment, then looked up at Persico beside him. "Boss, Pigeon is looking for you."

Completely puzzled, Persico picked up his phone and heard Luca's calm voice: "Mr. Persico, it seems you're not in a very good situation right now."

Persico, that damn pigeon, gritted his teeth inwardly: "Pigeon, get to the point! I don't have time for idle chatter right now!"

Luca: "I can help you get out of this."

Persico's pupils contracted sharply. He looked up and saw a tall man wearing a small round hat emerge from the shadows.

The gun barrel in the man's hand was hot, and he held a blood-dripping dagger in his other hand.

With Yako's surrender and the mercenaries' annihilation, the battle finally came to an end.

A mafia boss was arrested, along with many other mafia members. The illegal mercenaries resisted to the bitter end, but were eventually all wiped out.

David and Denham were surprised that Yaco surrendered so easily; they thought they were going to have to fight this group of mafia members to the death.

McLean and Harry realized something was wrong.

Because that damned bald killer has disappeared; there's no trace of him among the corpses or the people captured.

[You provided intelligence that assisted the authorities in killing/capturing 43 mercenaries and 14 Mafia members, along with a Mafia boss. You defended the peace of New York.]

[Gain Skill Points x50]

[Gained 25 Skill Fragments]

[Theoretical lifespan + 6 months]

[Remaining Skill Fragments x139]

[Fragment - 40 (99 remaining)]

The skill "Carrier Pigeon" has been added.

At this moment, on Baoli Street.

On the pigeon rooftop.

The distant city twinkled in the light. Luca looked up in the night, raised his arm, and beckoned. A pigeon flew from afar and landed on his arm.

Jin, standing nearby, looked as if he'd seen a ghost. "How strange! My pigeons are actually obeying you?"

"Maybe it's because I'm a pigeon too."

Luca stroked the pigeon's head, then with a slight flick of his arm, the pigeon took flight in a circle.

Just then, footsteps approached, and Perseco, Arthur, and several mechanics, led by Leon and a wanderer, walked onto the rooftop.

Luca laughed and said, "Mr. Persico, this must be the first time in your life you've ever walked through the sewers of New York, right? Everyone is used to climbing up, but sometimes we have to go down to see how this city stands."

—The homeless on Bowery Street are familiar with almost all of New York’s underground tunnels and sewers, and can use these underground passages to go anywhere in New York they want.

This is another crucial way that the King of Bowery Street was able to control New York's underground intelligence network!

In the original storyline, he could even deliver Nightmare directly to Santino's face, and hide Nightmare underground in New York City undetected during the High Table's city-wide manhunt.

"I never imagined that the sewers under the garment factory would lead directly to Manhattan."

Persico looked at Luca with a complicated expression. "Pigeon, let's talk about terms. What do I have to give in order for you to support my rise to power?"

(End of this chapter)