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

Chapter 124 We Plan to Rob the Federal Reserve
For Ma Hanqiang, who was new to the city, everything in New York was quite new. As the car drove through Sunset Boulevard in Manhattan, he looked at the bustling streets and skyscrapers around him and couldn't help but exclaim, "How beautiful!"

Luca couldn't help but smile. After all, it's the United States. New York is an international metropolis, so they still have to maintain appearances.

"Luca, is Uncle Biao's supermarket around here?"

"This is Manhattan, and his supermarket is in the Bronx."

The Bronx is the "Rumble Zone" from the original storyline.

Red Bronx refers to chaotic areas with high crime rates and large concentrations of gangs.

But now the Bronx is Luca's territory, and the Peace Ambassador has farmed a lot of skill points and skill fragments here, which has reduced the crime rate of the entire district. Many small gangs have figured out that it's okay to do gray business, but as long as you follow the gray rules and do business peacefully, you won't offend Luca the Pigeon.

“But I can get your martial arts school in Manhattan,” Luca said with a smile. “Remember what I said on the phone? Come to New York, I can help you realize your dreams, even if you want to open a furniture store.”

Furniture store? Ma Hanqiang paused for a moment, then waved his hand, "I don't know how to do business, opening a furniture store is out of the question."

"Then let's open the martial arts school in the furniture store."

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Ma Hanqiang was a bit confused. Why did he have to get involved with the furniture market? Also, Luca was being way too enthusiastic towards me!

This is our first meeting!
He could only guess that it was because Uncle Biao and Luca had such a good relationship. Anyway, every time they talked on the phone before, Uncle Biao would often say: If it weren't for Luca, his supermarket would have gone out of business.

While A-Qiang was wondering what to do with his nephew, Luca was also thinking about how to arrange things for him.
In the original storyline, Ah-Qiang first got into a conflict with Nancy's biker gang while trying to protect Uncle Biao's supermarket, and they fought fiercely. Later, because the biker gang picked up the mafia's diamonds, Ah-Qiang was also drawn into the conflict.

Ah-Qiang and the biker gang turned from enemies to friends, and together they finally took down the mafia and eradicated evil!
Wait, damn it, how do you deal with the Mafia!

Luca will never let that happen to him!

The original plot was that the White Tiger wanted to double-cross the robbers and steal the diamonds they had taken from the jewelry store, which led to the accident and the loss of the diamonds. Now, Luca is personally handling the transaction, prioritizing harmony and making money peacefully, so there will definitely be no more accidents and the possibility of his nephew being involved will be eliminated.

With so many elite assassins under his command, there wouldn't be any foolish mafia members who are all muscle but only know how to get beaten up.

Nephew, you shouldn't be fighting the Mafia anymore. Just quietly enjoy yourself in New York. Open a martial arts school, drive a truck, or run a furniture store, whatever you like. When you have free time, defend peace in the Bronx, teach those petty thugs a lesson, and become a new generation of peacekeeper—Luca has already written the script for your nephew.

In short, we must not let my nephew harm the Luches family!

Otherwise, with his extraordinary charisma, the eldest nephew alone could destroy the entire family.

The two chatted for a while longer, mostly Luca introducing Ah-Qiang to the areas along the way, the scenic spots and landmarks of New York, and the local customs, so that Ah-Qiang could learn as much as possible about the city.

"Luca, are you a big businessman?" Ma Hanqiang was very curious. Luca seemed to have a lot of influence in New York, with the air of a Hong Kong triad boss, but he looked too young.

"A businessman?" Luca thought for a moment and said, "I'm similar to Uncle Biao. He owns a supermarket, and I own a hotel club. We both do business in the Bronx."

"Wow, you're so young and you've already opened a big hotel, that's amazing."

“You’re the first person to say I’m young and promising, thank you, I’m very happy.” Luca said with a smile, “Qiang, New York is a very inclusive city, I believe you’ll adapt to it quickly. Let me know if you need anything. I promised Uncle Biao I would take good care of you.”

"You've gone to so much trouble."

“Don’t be so polite with me.” Luca ate an Oreo and said quietly, “My father died early, and I haven’t had many relatives around me all these years, until I met Uncle Biao. He has given me a lot of care and encouragement, and he treats me like his own son. He often invites me to his house for dinner, and he even gave me a Christmas gift, Qiang. You are Uncle Biao’s nephew, so you are my good brother!”

Luca's words shocked not A-Qiang, but rather that Jimmy, the Chinese kid driving in front, was no ordinary man. He actually held such an important place in Lao Ge's heart. What did this mean? Even if A-Qiang didn't have any Sicilian blood, he could still walk around New York with impunity.

First there was Matilda, his half-sister, and now there's his half-brother.
Jimmy knew what to do.

Ah Qiang was quite surprised to hear this, but as someone who always enjoys making friends, he would never slap a smiling face. He showed a friendly and humble smile and chatted with Luca about Uncle Biao, thanking Luca for his help to Uncle Biao on many occasions.

Ma Hanqiang was very gratified that Uncle Biao received help and care in a foreign land.

"Ah Qiang, come on, let's go and have a welcome dinner for you. Let's invite Uncle Biao over and have a good drink."

"Okay."

Jimmy, sitting in the front, glanced at the two people chatting and laughing in the back through the rearview mirror and couldn't help but smile as well. The young Chinese man's smile was so genuine and warm. Jimmy hadn't seen such a simple and honest smile in a long time.

As the car drove across the Brooklyn Bridge, white pigeons flew overhead, heading towards Bowery Street not far away.

Below the bridge, not far from the container terminal, are rows of colorful private containers, where many people store their personal belongings.

At that moment, a black car stopped, and a tall, thin middle-aged man wearing a long black coat got out.

He went to a shipping container and used his son's birthday to unlock the combination lock.

The container door opened, and on the walls on both sides inside, various types of firearms were displayed, including pistols, rifles, and submachine guns.

This is his secret little base, where he keeps his fake identities and passports from different countries, and even a US student visa.

Carrying a suitcase, the man walked out the door, got into his car, and headed towards Little Russia in Brooklyn—where, near Brighton Beach, many Jewish immigrants still live.

One of them was a middle-aged man named Yuri Orlov, nicknamed "The King of War".

I have a business deal to do today.

Although he wasn't keen on selling arms in New York City, the buyer offered a high price, and Yuri, who always only considered price and had no political stance when selling arms, readily accepted the deal.

This is much more convenient than illegally flying transport planes to Africa.

But Yuri also had some concerns: what the hell were those Germans planning to do with all that arms dealing in New York?

Planning a terrorist attack?
An attack on the United Nations headquarters?

Rob a bank?
I heard that all the weapons we provided to them last time were wasted in a clothing factory; dozens of guns were seized by the FBI along with the corpses.

Yuri could only say that those Germans were a bit off their minds; this was New York, not the African battlefield.

But Yuri likes these mentally unstable people. Without them, how much less demand for weapons would there be?
On average, there is one gun for every 12 people in the world. Yuri's concern is how to get guns for the remaining 11 people as well.

Just do it!

Moreover, the other party seemed to be working for Ukrainians, which made Yuri, who was born in Ukraine, feel a little more at ease.

However, Yuri must always be careful not to let his wife find out that he is selling weapons, otherwise their marital relationship will be in serious trouble.

Soon after, Yuri arrived at the trading location and met a German man with short blond hair.

"Excuse me, are you planning to rob a bank by acquiring so many weapons in New York?"

"Haha, you guessed right, we're planning to rob the Federal Reserve."

"Hahahaha." Yuri thought the joke was fucking hilarious.

I never expected that the traditionally rigid and serious Germans would have such a humorous side. It seems that my stereotypes about Germans were too deep-rooted.

Bronx.

As the car entered the streets, A-Qiang could clearly feel that the atmosphere had changed a lot compared to Manhattan. The streets were narrower, the beautiful high-rise buildings were shorter and dilapidated, the shop signs were colorful, the proportion of people of color had increased significantly, there were more police officers patrolling the streets, and the streets, where all sorts of people gathered, had a more down-to-earth and lively atmosphere.

From Manhattan to the Bronx, Ah-Qiang felt like he had traveled from Central, Hong Kong to Mong Kok.

Luca said with a smile, "Qiang, although the Bronx isn't as bustling as Manhattan, the residents here are generally law-abiding and peace-loving."

Before he could finish speaking, Ah Qiang saw a young man with dyed white hair, wearing a leather jacket, stumbling out of the alleyway, followed by several policemen who were shouting at him not to run away.

White Hair rushed to the roadside, got on a red motorcycle, kicked off the kickstand, and sped off with a roar, leaving several furious policemen behind.

"Eat shit!"

Seeing the arrogant look on the white-haired man's face as he turned around and gave him the middle finger, Ah Qiang couldn't help but feel a little ashamed.

"Old Pigeon, the situation here looks rather complicated."

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Luca's lips twitched slightly. Even if the crime rate in the Bronx is low, it is still higher than that in the bustling downtown of New York. Damn it, who is so disrespectful?

“Jimmy!” Luca said in a deep voice, “Go after him.”

Jimmy silently stepped on the gas, while Luca, under Ah-Qiang's shocked gaze, pulled a gun from his pocket.

Luca: "Ah Qiang, the Bronx will not tolerate people who break the rules in broad daylight!"

A-Qiang gripped the handrail tightly, stunned, as the car rapidly approached, running alongside the motorcycle.

The car window rolled down, and seeing the gun barrel sticking out, the white-haired man turned pale with fright. When he saw Luca sitting in the back seat, his hand trembled, and he released the accelerator.

"Don't shoot! Don't shoot!" White Hair quickly stopped the car.

After getting out of the car, Luca stared at the guy for a moment, speechless, and thought to himself, "Maybe I should just send this guy to hell."

[Character Card: Andrew]

Andrew: C

[Source: Rumble in the Bronx]

[Skill: Take it for yourself]

[Bond: Follow]

Andrew, a member of Nancy's biker gang, is also the most troublesome thug in the group. In the original story, he initially caused trouble at the supermarket, buying things without paying, stealing supermarket goods, and repeatedly provoking his nephew.

He is a typical bully who picks on the weak and fears the strong, yet he is also audacious and greedy. He stole the Mafia's diamonds and cleverly hid them in Nancy's brother's wheelchair. When the Mafia caught him, he pretended to be innocent, which led to a series of subsequent troubles.

Andrew's skills are also rather abstract.

[Appropriate for Your Own: Reduces the chance of being caught by 15% when stealing other people's property]

[Learning Requirements: Affinity level of Friends or higher; Requires 40 Skill Fragments]

The thief's special skill was, in Luca's eyes, a minor skill that was of little use and didn't offer him any significant help.

“Andrew,” Luca raised the muzzle of his gun, “what did you steal this time? Hand it over.”

Andrew forced a dry smile and took a cell phone out of his pocket.

Luca: "Anything else?"

Andrew: "It's really gone. I only stole a cell phone."

Luca released the safety: "Then guess if there are any bullets in my gun?"

Andrew: "."

Then he quietly took out a wallet, a watch, and even a bag of chocolates.

"This time it's really over." Andrew was on the verge of tears. "Old Pigeon, please forgive me this time, I promise there won't be a next time!"

The sound of sirens came from behind. Luca said calmly, "This is the last time. Next time, I'll cut off your hand."

Andrew quickly nodded in agreement.

You helped the police catch the thief. You upheld the peace of the neighborhood.

[Gain Skill Points x5]

[Gained 2 Skill Fragments]

Luca glanced at the panel; this was too minor to be considered a medium-to-large-scale conflict, and therefore wouldn't qualify him for an advancement in his title.

After the police took Andrew away, Luca greeted the neighbors and shop owners around him, then looked back at his nephew with a puzzled expression and said with a smile, "Actually, these kinds of things rarely happen now. Our Bronx area is still very peaceful."

Ma Hanqiang was a little confused, recalling the scene from earlier: the thief's fear of Luca, the police's politeness and respect, the neighbors' enthusiasm, and the gun in Luca's hand. He asked, puzzled but impressed, "Luca, it seems like all the residents here know you and respect you a lot."

"I usually like to meddle in other people's business."

Luca looked around at the street. “I’ve done these things a lot, so everyone respects me. Ah Qiang, Uncle Biao told me that you also spontaneously protected the vulnerable groups around you in Hong Kong and protected your friends from being bullied. I admire the chivalrous spirit of those of you who practice martial arts.”

"I just did what I could." A-Qiang smiled modestly, wondering if this was how Luca helped Uncle Biao's supermarket.

"Qiang, I think we can definitely become good friends."

"When you're out and about, you should make more friends. Luca, I'm definitely going to be your friend."

[Bond: Familiarity]

Luca is very pleased that his year-long friendship with Uncle Biao has paid off. He's already reached the "familiar" level, skipping the "follow" stage. He believes his bond with his nephew will soon reach the "close friend" level.

(End of this chapter)