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

Chapter 123 Descendants of the Dragon
The treason scandal involving the Colombo family gradually subsided.

After Persico went to prison, he became a godfather behind bars and the shadow boss. The acting boss of the Colombo family was handed over to a man named Tom DeBella, and Persico remotely directed this guy to manage the family from prison.

Meanwhile, the Colombo family began to aggressively recruit new blood and cultivate external partners to consolidate its power. Among them was the addition of college student Mike Francis—who, with his father's guarantee, became a partner, running errands for the official members, waiting for the day when he could formally join the family through a blood oath.

While the Colombo family was rebuilding from scratch, other wealthy families were wielding even greater power on the east coast.

Luca's gasoline tax business spread south to Philadelphia and Atlantic City, and then north towards Massachusetts and Boston.

In Boston, the Russians held relatively strong power, and Luca's cooperation with them became increasingly smooth.

To the south were painter Frank and truck driver union president Fitz, who both got involved to help Luca operate the business.

That is, January, this is the key point.

The IRS finally came to investigate the taxes, only to find that the company had already been abandoned and the Russians had disappeared without a trace.

The IRS was baffled. They sent in agents to investigate, only to find the people had all fled to Russia. On Russian soil, conducting an investigation was incredibly difficult for American agents. Further investigation of the companies revealed they were all shell companies located overseas, with very little useful information available.

The trail went cold at the wholesale company level.

In a little-known corner, new wholesale companies are emerging, continuing to plunder and exploit the United States, selling cheap gasoline to federal citizens.

However, after the first tax audit failed, the IRS wasn't stupid; it became more cautious and began investigating gasoline companies in the market.
Upon receiving the news, Luca remained unfazed. Being investigated for taxes was inevitable; if a few shell companies went bankrupt, he'd just open more. These companies were all registered in Panama and other foreign jurisdictions. For the IRS to investigate, they'd have to peel back the layers of pretense—they wanted to end the gasoline tax scam—and address the root cause by completely redesigning the tax collection method.

Otherwise, there will always be opportunities to exploit loopholes and embezzle all the tax revenue.

To date, Luca has swindled hundreds of millions of dollars in taxes, and he continues to drain the country at a rate of over $1000 million per week. After distributing the money to his family and partners, tens of millions more have ended up in Luca's hands.

Before he knew it, Luca was already close to becoming a billionaire.

Making money this quickly by doing illegal business in the United States.

Luca wants to make even more. He's only a multi-millionaire, not even a small goal yet. How can this be allowed?

Business is important, but Luca has more important things to do.

One approach is to find ways to advance one's title skills, but large-scale conflicts and crises are relatively rare. Drug wars and the Colombo civil war certainly count, but such events are rare and hard to come by.

Luca needs to find a chance to go out and explore. Staying in New York all the time means he might not encounter anything big like this again. There might be more opportunities outside, and he might even be able to get other rare cards.

Second, my nephew is coming! The plane has already taken off!
In any case, let's help my nephew settle down first. Whether he drives a truck or opens a martial arts school is up to him.

If you don't want to choose either, then become the peace ambassador's bodyguard.

Luca felt especially at ease with his nephew by his side.

New York Police Department.

As a SWAT officer who is always on the front lines, McLean, after the Colombo battle, was promoted and given a raise, becoming a sheriff.

At a previous press conference held by the police, McLean spoke on behalf of the police, recounting the difficulties and obstacles the police had encountered in their investigation over the past few months, and how the police had fought bravely and fearlessly against the Mafia, making them a prominent figure in the New York Police Department.

"Now I'm a sheriff too, haha!"

McLean plopped down in front of David. "Next time, I'll stay in the back and command with you. Let others handle the frontline work."

"You're unlucky, that's hard to say. Some things you can't avoid just because you want to." David glanced at the top of McLean's head and noticed that the guy's hair was getting thinner and thinner.

Thinking of this, David tossed out a file: "Last week, there was a jewelry robbery in Times Square. I was busy dealing with the Colombo family's affairs at the time, so I handed it over to other police officers to investigate, but we still haven't found anything."

When McLean took it, he saw a list of stolen items—a batch of diamonds worth approximately $1000 million.

“Those guys are professional robbers. They do things very cleanly and don’t leave any obvious clues,” David explained. “Right now, we’re focusing on the underground jewelry market to investigate the inflow of smuggled goods. They’ll notify us as soon as they have any news.”

McLean was starting to look down on this kind of case that was neither good nor bad. "Why don't we ask Old Pigeon? He definitely knows more about things from the underground than we do."

"Damn, are you addicted? You're always looking for Old Pigeon."

"What addiction? This is called 'harmony is precious'!"

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David looked speechless: "Oh, right, there's another case. Fourteen dump trucks were stolen on Long Island."

"so much?"

McLean asked, puzzled, "Are you crazy? Stealing so many trucks, are you planning to start a construction company?"

David: "Only God knows."

McLean thought for a moment: "I recall an insurance fraud case where contractors and thieves conspired to defraud insurance companies. It happened in California and New Jersey, and similar cases have occurred. This one on Long Island is somewhat similar."

After the bombing and robbery in Los Angeles a few years ago, McLean, who was living apart from his wife at the time, went to Los Angeles for a period of time to work in order to be with her.

David closed the file: "Let's go, let's take some men and check the situation." At that moment, a black vintage car was on its way to the airport.

I'm going to pick up my nephew today.

As Jimmy drove, he briefed Luca on recent developments at the union and feedback from the truck drivers.

Since Luca raised the workers' wages, his position in the 560 union has become unshakeable. A union is an organization where workers unite to fight for their rights, and now that Luca has secured so many benefits for them—wage increases, various medical insurance benefits—the workers practically see him as a savior, a second parent!
“Old Pigeon, there’s something I need to tell you,” Jimmy said. “Fourteen trucks have been stolen on Long Island.”

"So many?" Luca was taken aback. "Is it related to the union?"

"No, it's related to our family."

Jimmy said helplessly, "Those are our family's garbage trucks. I really don't understand why anyone would steal these trucks."

Luca is also a bit confused.

The Luches family controls almost the entire waste transportation and recycling industry in New York City. They own a large fleet of waste trucks, and many of these trucks are connected to ports, allowing them to ship waste overseas for processing.

This is a legitimate and lucrative business for the Luches family, generating substantial profits every year.

Someone has stolen the garbage truck!
Why steal trucks? And so many of them?

Luca felt a sense of familiarity with the plot, but couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"Have you found out who did it?" Luca asked. How dare they steal the Lucchese family's truck?
“Not yet.” Jimmy shook his head. “We’ve already filed a claim with the insurance company. Regardless of whether we can recover it or not, we’ll get the compensation from the insurance company first.”

All Luca can say is that Jimmy won't let any opportunity to make money slip by.
Since Jimmy already had a solution, Luca didn't bother to interfere anymore; it was just a small matter.

However, he still cautioned, "The garbage truck isn't worth much, but we mustn't let anyone steal our oil tanker."

Losing 14 tanker trucks full of gasoline would be a huge problem, and Luca would feel the pinch. The gasoline tax business involves squeezing out a tiny amount of tax from every gallon of gasoline, and it adds up to tens of millions of dollars.

If the tanker truck is stolen, there will be an instant loss of hundreds of millions of dollars.

The two arrived at JFK Airport.

After getting off the bus, Jimmy asked curiously, "Old Pigeon, is this your friend from out of town?"

“My friend’s nephew!” Luca laughed.

Jimmy: "."

Inside the airport. Ma Hanqiang dragged his suitcase, looking around at the unfamiliar environment. Almost everyone around him was speaking a foreign language, and he couldn't hear his mother tongue, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

There are a lot of foreigners in Hong Kong, but this is New York, and I've become the foreigner here!
"Uncle Biao said that his friend would come to pick me up."

Ma Hanqiang muttered, "They're such good friends? It seems Uncle Biao has made quite a few friends in the US over the years."

Recalling the young yet steady and powerful voice on the phone, Ma Hanqiang couldn't help but feel curious. The voice clearly belonged to a young man, even younger than himself, yet he had become friends with Uncle Biao? A friendship that transcended age?
Moreover, the other party keeps talking about opening martial arts schools and can pick any location in New York City at will, as if New York City belongs to him.

To be honest, Ma Hanqiang didn't quite believe that the other party had such great power. Mainly, he didn't quite believe that Uncle Biao, a small supermarket vendor, could have such influential and powerful connections.

It seems completely unreliable no matter how you look at it.

Ma Hanqiang: "."

By the way, what does that friend look like?

As Ma Hanqiang stepped out of the airport, he glanced around at the colorful skins on the ground before his gaze finally settled on a tall, slender figure in black standing outside the door. The figure's deep, sculpted features and unique aura instantly caught Ma Hanqiang's attention and also drew the attention of many passersby and tourists.

My eyes were glued to the other person as they walked towards me.

"Ah Qiang! I've finally met you!"

A fluent Cantonese voice almost transported Ma Hanqiang back to Hong Kong, followed by a warm hug.

"Luca! Thank you for picking me up." Ma Hanqiang also called out Luca's name warmly.

Luca took two steps back, looking at the young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes as if he were a treasure—strong and powerful arms, a square face, and a head of thick hair that could practically sway. He wasn't bald, but he possessed formidable combat power and an aura that defied the heavens!
[Rare Card Discovered: Ma Hanqiang]

[Ma Hanqiang: SSR]

[Source: Rumble in the Bronx]

[Skills: Furniture City God of War, Pain Theatrics, Death-Defying Stunts, Kung Fu Master, Descendant of the Dragon]

[Bond: Strangers]

Looking at these five skills, Luca couldn't help but marvel at how they were all incredibly powerful.

Descendants of the Dragon
Can an Italian like me learn this skill?

(End of this chapter)