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

Chapter 116 It doesn't bite, you can pet it.

FBI New York office.

Denham, dressed in a suit and wearing brand-new Italian handmade leather shoes, walked into the office lobby. Along the way, his colleagues greeted him warmly.

The news of the clothing factory incident had already spread internally. The great achievement of eliminating illegal mercenaries and capturing a mafia boss and several mafia members would add a glorious chapter to Denham's resume.

The future is bright!
Denham responded politely to his colleagues' compliments—he hadn't received so much kindness when he was in the financial fraud team; on the contrary, his uprightness had caused many of his colleagues, who were eager to make money, to deliberately avoid him.

Today is not what it used to be.

Denham knew that the clothing factory incident was just an appetizer, and besides, the arrested Mafia members had not yet been convicted and sentenced due to the law of silence.

Not urgent!
We have obtained a large amount of evidence from Scarpa. Every single member of the Colombo family is implicated!
That's the real main course!
"Boss, coffee!"

The group's youngest member eagerly brought over a cup of coffee, saying, "I added five spoonfuls of sugar for you!"

"Thank you."

"Harry and the Omega people are waiting for you in the conference room."

"Ah."

Denham nodded.

Currently, only he knows Gallo's information—Scapa is his secret informant, a one-way contact, just like the other undercover agents in the department. Outsiders don't know who they are, nor how much intelligence they possess.

Upon arriving at the conference room, Denham sat down and discussed the situation of the East German mercenaries with everyone.

Harry asked, "Were those mercenaries from East Germany?"

“The intelligence I found is indeed true.” Denham also had many doubts, “but we haven’t found out which mercenary group they came from or who their leader is. These mercenaries are highly skilled; they would rather die in battle than surrender.”

The origins of this mercenary group are very mysterious; they suddenly appeared in New York like gods. Old Pigeon also has a request: to find out the origins of these people and what they want to do in New York.

Why are mercenaries getting involved in the affairs of Mafia families?
What agreement did Gallo and the mercenaries reach?
Denham needs to fulfill the old pigeon's instructions.

"Keep a close investigation into the Germans entering and leaving the country, and..." Denham gave his men a series of instructions.

German reunification was a matter of just a few years ago. After so many years of accumulated internal contradictions between East and West Germany, the Berlin Wall was finally torn down, connecting East and West Germany and leading to reunification. After that, many of the original East German troops and soldiers went underground.

They either turned to espionage or became freelance mercenary groups, operating all over the world.

That group of people were highly skilled in combat, and their equipment was extremely sophisticated. They took away a lot of weapons that were originally from East Germany, and they also had resources provided by Russian arms dealers.

In short, they are a group of rather troublesome organized international criminals, whose level of danger exceeds that of assassins.

After discussing the mercenary group, it was time to talk about Gallo.

Denham revealed the information he had obtained from Scapa, a move that shocked everyone present.

Holy crap, I just got information on Ako two days ago, and now I've got information on Gallo too?
Is it really that efficient?
Even his superiors looked at Denham with shock.

Where did you get this?

“I have an informant,” Denham grinned. “Due to my position, I have to keep his identity a secret for now, but you’ll find out who it is soon enough.”

His team members immediately showered him with compliments, praising his "brilliant and resourceful leadership" and his "flawless calculations."
Harry was also quite surprised. The FBI had an informant? And one who could get such classified information?

Why didn't you say so earlier! Then why bother infiltrating Pigeon's side?

Denham: "Address: XXX, New Jersey. Get ready to move in."

New Jersey, outside the estate.

A car stopped at the entrance. Scarpa looked at the beautiful scenery around him and thought to himself, "The 'feng shui' here is really good. Those Chinese people seem to be quite superstitious about this stuff."

He remembered Dominic of the Lucchese family, who had also bought a manor in the area, but was shot in the head at his doorstep; and Frank, the drug kingpin, that nouveau riche black man who built a manor that looked like the White House, but was eventually raided by the police, and he heard that even his pet dog's kennel was overturned.

Gallo is now hiding in this place as well.

"I can't buy a house here in the future."

Scarpa muttered something, walked to the door, and after being confirmed by several Mafia brothers outside the gate, he successfully entered the manor.

In one of the rooms, Scarpa met Joe Gallo, who was reading a book.

Looking at the other person's deep expression, Scarpa couldn't help but feel a little nervous. He had a listening device on him, and if Gallo found out, he would definitely lose his life here.

His mission today was first to confirm Gallo's presence, then to extract more information about Gallo's crimes through conversation, and to stall Gallo. After that, everything would be taken over by the FBI and the police; he would just have to wait to surrender.

The first task is now complete.

The second task was completed without much effort.

Gallo handed Scarpa a list, saying, "From now on, you will kill people according to this list, in any order. I will send people to support you and provide you with weapons and funds."

Scarpa took a look and his eyelids twitched involuntarily.

The first to be affected was the current big boss, Persico, followed by some high-ranking figures from the opposing faction. After Iaco went in, Persico gathered many people and promoted some to help him manage the crumbling family.

Even a small number of Gallo's faction members defected and sided with Persico.

These traitors will also be dealt with one by one.

Besides these people, there was also Gambino, and he even saw Luca the pigeon.

Scarpa felt a chill run down his spine.

Luca is even harder to kill than Gambino! Everyone in the Mafia knows that Luca's personal strength is ridiculously strong. There are rumors in the underworld that Gaudi was killed by Luca, and that Mariggio was able to rise to power because of Luca.

"Gallo, it's best not to mess with Luca right now," Scarpa advised kindly. "If you get arrested by the police, you can at least survive in jail, but if you go after Luca, you probably won't even have the chance to go to jail."

“Luca tricked me, and now he’s supporting Persico to take over!” Gallo cursed the liar under his breath. “I helped him solve the truckers’ union problem, and this is how he repays me? Screw peace talks!” “He’s just an assassin, a brute, just Gambino’s puppet.” Scarpa shook his head. “In any case, in the current situation, provoking Luca is not a wise choice.”

“A brute?” Gallo grinned. “Go and get to know him, and you’ll see if he’s a brute or not. If you really only see him as a brute, hehe, if Persico shared your opinion, then the Colombo family would be devoured by Luca without a trace.”

Scarpa paused slightly. "I have very little contact with Luca. I only visited his club once or twice before the civil war broke out."

Gallo shook his head: "Luca changing his nickname to 'Dove' takes more than just anyone. All you need to know is that Gambino won't choose a brute as referee."

Scarpa: "You seem to know a lot about Luca."

Gallo sneered: "He and Gambino have both said similar things to me before. These two damn instigators. Gambino can't hold a knife himself, so he likes to use other people's knives; Luca has his own knife, but he hides it in his sleeve. When you shake hands with him, you don't know if he wants to be friends with you or if he will hand you a knife from his sleeve."

As he spoke, Gallo lit a cigarette. Perhaps it was the effect of the nicotine, but his emotions calmed down considerably, and he spoke with rare composure:
“Gambino and I used to be friends. When Gambino came to power after the Mangano family incident, I helped him, but now we are enemies. I also helped Luca to get the truck drivers’ union out of Pro’s control. Luca later became the union president, but he refused to lend me a helping hand.”

He and Gambino are the same kind of people.

This is the Mafia; behind every friend's mask lies a mountain of old grievances, and only the blade of an enemy's blade will reveal the whole truth.

Looking into Gallo's deep gaze, Scarpa was speechless for a moment. He suddenly realized that Gallo's years of studying art and philosophy in prison had not been in vain. He had painted so many paintings and read so many books, and had still learned some lessons from them.

But this did not change the fact that Gallo was mentally unstable and insane.

“I actually admire Luca quite a bit.” Gallo said, biting his cigarette. “When I first met him, I shouldn’t have treated him like an ordinary assassin. Now he and Gambino have the key, locking up all my escape routes. So now I can only trust the gun in my hand.”

"Are we just going to sit here and listen to Gallo brag about the old pigeon?"

Not far from the manor, a car was parked by the roadside, with Denham and David inside. The two men were wearing earpieces and listening through a wiretap to Gallo talk for a long time about pigeons and Gambino, and then cursing about how to get rid of the two men.

“Let’s just listen to him, treat it like listening to a stand-up comedy show.” David shrugged nonchalantly. “These are Gallo’s last words, every word we hear is one less we can hear.”

Meanwhile, from the other end of the channel came McKlain's voice, "Guys! I'm going in!"

Immediately afterwards, gunshots rang out in the earpiece, mixed with McClain's cursing and the enemy's screams, like a unique musical.

Denham muttered, "That McLean guy is really something, he still has the bandage on his head, right?"

David said happily, "He wants a promotion too. He joined the last drug bust too late and didn't get much credit. This time he's determined to make a big contribution and get a promotion and a raise! He still has two children to support!"

Denham wholeheartedly agreed, saying that raising children is very expensive, otherwise he wouldn't have had to save money to take the subway in the past.

But everything started to change after I took the membership card from Old Pigeon.
Denham couldn't say whether it was right or wrong, but seeing his mother's healthy body, his wife's increasingly bright smile, and his son's promising academic future, the family was getting better and better.

His career was getting better and better. Although many of his methods were not honorable, Lao Ge did not make him do anything too difficult. He cleaned up the drug market, cracked down on the mafia, and arrested criminals. All he had to do was turn a blind eye to Lao Ge.

Just as I was thinking this, McClain's complaint came through the earpiece again: "Fuck! I ran into that damn bald guy again! He kidnapped Gallo!"

David and Denham were taken aback for a moment. They exchanged a glance and quickly realized what was going on. At the same time, they instructed McLean to let the assassin and Gallo go and capture the other Mafia members present.

"McLean, where is he?" Harry charged up, gun in hand, his face grim.

“He was captured by that bald guy.” McClain covered his bleeding forehead. “Sorry, there were too many assassins, I couldn’t stop them.”

"asshole!"

Harry looked dejected. Damn it, he had finally found Gallo's hiding place, only to have him escape? But thinking of the bald man's strength and the several equally skilled assassins around him, Harry sighed helplessly.

McLean glanced at Harry furtively. "Dude, you're a spy, don't worry. Gallo won't survive. The Colombo family has even greater credit waiting for us to claim."

A car sped along the highway.

Arthur Bishop, sitting in the back row, was on his phone: "Gallo is in my hands. Bring him over now."

He sat next to Gallo, who looked puzzled.

He was caught off guard when the police and FBI raided the manor, and then a group of assassins appeared, leaving him even more confused.

He swore he didn't know the cold, bald man next to him.

Where are you taking me?

"Go see my employer."

Who is your employer?

"Give me money to have your people arrested."

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Gallo is a fan, do you think you're funny?
An hour later, the car passed by the 560 Truck Drivers Union in Jersey City and stopped outside a villa not far away, where Gallo finally met his so-called employer.

In the yard, Luca threw a frisbee towards Gallo, but before it reached him, a black and white Border Collie ran over, leaped into the air, and accurately caught the frisbee.

"Well done, Wangcai!" Luca clapped.

Gallo watched all this with a grim expression, gritting his teeth as he uttered Luca's nickname: "Pigeon!!"

The Border Collie ran to Gallo's legs and looked up at the man with the terrifying expression.

Luca laughed and said, "It doesn't bite, you can pet it."

Gallo: "You brought me here just to see you have a dog?"

Just as he finished speaking, Gallo felt someone touch his calf. He saw the Border Collie gently scratch his calf with its paw, and then it ran away, darting to Luca's side.

Luca smiled and lifted it high. "Am I right? It's very obedient and won't bite you."

Gallo's face darkened completely.

That damn dog, I'm going to chop it up!

(End of this chapter)