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

Chapter 125 I Want to Play a Game

Bronx.

Ma Hanqiang followed Luca into an apartment building—where Uncle Biao's family lived.

Seeing how familiar Luca was with the place, Ma Hanqiang believed that the other party did indeed visit Uncle Biao's house frequently.

Just as she reached the door and before she could even knock, the door next door opened, and Nancy, with her long, black curly hair and a bag slung over her shoulder, walked out. She was dressed warmly for winter, but her tight jeans couldn't hide her curvaceous figure.

"Luca? Are you here to see Uncle Biao?"

Upon seeing Luca, Nancy naturally walked over, gently kissed Luca's cheek, told him she was working at the club that night, and then swayed away.

Ah Qiang has now made a new discovery: perhaps every time Luca comes here, it's not necessarily to visit Uncle Biao's house, but also to spend the night at the beautiful neighbor's house.

Recalling how Nancy kissed Luca earlier, A-Qiang thought to himself, "People abroad seem to be more enthusiastic, like the cheek kiss."
Soon, A-Qiang also experienced it.

"Ah Qiang!! I've finally met you! I've heard Ah Biao mention you so often!"

Sister-in-law Biao rushed over and hugged A-Qiang, showering him with kisses. Her passion almost suffocated A-Qiang, leaving him completely stunned.

Even after Sister-in-law Biao went into the kitchen to get busy, A-Qiang still hadn't come to his senses.

No, it's not Uncle. Why did you find someone like that?
"What's wrong?" Uncle Biao raised his hand and waved it in front of A-Qiang's dazed eyes. "A black auntie? Surprised?"

"Uh, a little."

"Your aunt is a good woman."

Uncle Biao patted his nephew on the shoulder, then greeted Luca beside him, "Luca, sit down, let me pour you some tea, thank you for making the trip."

"Uncle Biao, you don't need to stand on ceremony with me."

This wasn't Luca's first visit. He sat down as if they were old friends and chatted with Uncle Biao about the wedding arrangements—the wedding would be held on the first day of the Lunar New Year at the SSR Club. Uncle Biao would be inviting some American friends, mostly of Chinese descent, who lived in Chinatown.

In addition, Luca will be serving as a groomsman.

These are all minor issues for Luca.

Listening to the two chatting, Ah Qiang couldn't help but feel moved; the relationship between these two friends despite their age difference was indeed very good.

After Luca said goodbye, Uncle Biao pulled Ah Qiang aside and said, "Ah Qiang, Luca is a kung fu enthusiast. If you want to stay in New York and open a martial arts school, he can help you; if you find it too troublesome, don't want to do business, and want to continue driving trucks, he can also help you find a job."

"Is Luca that good?"

"He's the president of the truck drivers' union. Finding you a driver's job would be a piece of cake for him, wouldn't it?"

"President? So young?"

Ah Qiang was shocked. Wasn't it supposed to be about opening a hotel? How did he become the chairman?

“It has nothing to do with age,” Uncle Biao said earnestly. “Luca is a big shot in New York. Take the Bronx for example, it’s all his territory. Even the police have to be polite to him.”

Ah Qiang became more and more confused as he listened, scratching his head and asking, "What exactly does Luca do?"

"He's a mafia boss."

"mafia?"

Ah Qiang was dumbfounded. "No wonder Luca is so amazing. Uncle, you two are so close, are you involved in the American mafia?"

"Hey, hey, what are you thinking? What am I doing in a gang at my age?" Uncle Biao said speechlessly. "If it weren't for Luca protecting my supermarket, I would have gone out of business long ago. Luca is the guardian of this area. He protects us and sets the rules so that everyone can do business in peace."

"Oh, I thought you were involved with Luca's gang."

Ah-Qiang nodded thoughtfully. He wasn't particularly averse to gangs—there were countless triads in Hong Kong, and as a truck driver, he inevitably had to deal with people from the underworld. Some gangsters were loyal and worldly-wise, and Ah-Qiang was happy to associate with them; while some scoundrels bullied and oppressed the weak, and Ah-Qiang disliked them.

"Do you know what Luca's nickname is in the underworld?" Uncle Biao patted A-Qiang on the shoulder. "Luca the Dove, the Peace Dove! A-Qiang, Luca values ​​you. This is an opportunity. If you follow him from now on, I guarantee you'll rise to great heights!"

“Well, the nickname ‘Pigeon’ does fit quite well.” Ah-Qiang recalled what he had seen earlier and continued, “But I haven’t decided whether to stay in New York yet. I’ve lived in Hong Kong for decades, and I’m still not used to living abroad. Let’s not rush this. I’ll help you prepare for the wedding first.”

"You and Luca are always urging me to get married. I think you should settle down and start a family soon."

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Meanwhile, the group of Germans who had acquired the weapons also began their operation.

"Let's stick to the plan! Let's plant the bomb first."

The blond middle-aged man in the lead gave the order: "Everyone be careful, the FBI is investigating us recently, don't give anything away and they'll find out! That idiot Gallo killed dozens of our brothers and left us with so much trouble! Fake, an Italian, not a single one of them is reliable. Where in New York are there the most Italians?"

Subordinate: "Little Italy, there are lots of Italians there."

"Then let's plant a box of bombs in Little Italy as well."

"No problem, we'll send those Italians to heaven."

The middle-aged man nodded, and the image of a bald man reappeared in his mind.

Oh yes, and there's also McLean, the culprit who killed his own brother, he won't escape either!
If McLean blew up the buildings in Los Angeles, then he blew up New York!
That evening, Luca invited Uncle Biao and his family to the SSR Club to welcome A-Qiang. Upon seeing the luxurious club, A-Qiang gained a new understanding of Luca's power and wealth.

If he were to follow such a powerful figure in New York, and the figure was quite to his liking—A-Qiang began to seriously consider whether or not to stay in New York.

The main reason is that I'm unfamiliar with the place and not used to it yet. I'll stay for a while and see how things go before making a decision.

For the next few days, A-Qiang stayed at Uncle Biao's supermarket, helping Uncle Biao with some odd jobs. Occasionally, when he had free time, he would go to the SSR Club to help Uncle Biao coordinate with the club on the wedding venue arrangements.

After a few days, Luca was the first to become familiar with the group, followed by the brother and sister who lived next door to Uncle Biao.

Sister Nancy, brother Danny who is disabled.

Nancy is rarely seen and doesn't talk much; her younger brother Danny has mobility issues and often visits Uncle Biao's house. His favorite thing to do is to stay by his side and watch him practice on the wooden dummy—a thing left behind by Ah-Qiang's late father, who was also a kung fu master.

Uncle Biao left behind the wooden dummy, as a memento.

By late January, as Chinatown was about to welcome the Lunar New Year, most schools in New York had already started their spring semester.

Danny is about to start elementary school, and Ah-Qiang has taken on another task for himself: to take Danny, who has difficulty moving around, to school.

Brian had long been accustomed to taking Matilda to and from school every day.

"Matilda, good morning." "So sleepy."

Matilda got into the car with a gloomy expression, yawning. "The holidays went by too fast. It feels like Christmas was over and I didn't even get to sleep in for a few days before school started again."

Brian remained silent.

You have no idea how many people in the club are hoping you'll go to school, otherwise you'll be dominating the game with El all day, and those gamblers won't have any gaming experience at all.

As the car started, Matilda took out her beloved little toy gun from her schoolbag, carefully inspected each part, and gently wiped it with a handkerchief.

Brian looked speechless: "You bring a gun to school?"

Is this considered evidence of a crime? Old Pigeon gave a gun to a minor!

Brian thought about it carefully and felt that this matter was probably useless, just some trivial things.

Matilda retorted, "Don't you have a gun?"

Brian: "."

Yes, they do, but those are FBI sidearms.

These days, there are more gun shops than McDonald's in New York.
He changed the subject, intending to use his years of experience training secret agents to crush the little brat: "Matilda, do you know how to handle a gun? Want me to teach you?"

Matilda glanced at Brian disdainfully, then swiftly disassembled the pistol into a pile of parts with her hands, and then reassembled it with dazzling speed. With a flick of her small hand, the cylinder clicked and rolled once, the safety was off, the bullet was chambered, and it was ready to fire.

"Did you see that clearly?" Matilda teased. "Want me to demonstrate it again?"

Brian was shocked. "Girl, what have you been learning all day at school?"
Brian changed the subject again:

How did you do on your final exams last semester?

"Brian, you're actually quite handsome when you're not talking."

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Upstairs, Luca had finished getting ready and was about to go out to the supermarket to check on his nephew.

"Uncle, did you receive that batch of diamonds?" Luca asked as he walked into the elevator, holding his phone.

—He has already settled the diamond transaction in the past few days. Under his control, no unexpected situations have occurred, and his nephew has been prevented from getting involved.

Marigio: "No problem! It's all taken care of! I'm going to have someone take it to another city for shipment."

Luca smiled. Everything was settled. It seemed he could spend a good Chinese New Year with Ah Qiang this time.

Once downstairs, Luca got into his vintage car and drove away from Central Park towards the Bronx.

The Manhattan skyline was peaceful as the sun rose. On the bustling streets, office workers emerged from the subway stations to head to work.

Until a deafening roar, a sudden and deafening explosion shook the skies above Manhattan.

Luca, who was several streets away, heard the commotion.

"what's the situation?"

Luca turned the steering wheel half a turn, drove onto the side street, and headed towards the source of the explosion.

When Luca saw the billowing dust and the overturned cars, his pupils suddenly shrank.

A flash of insight struck me, and a series of pieces of information came together.

The Manhattan bombing, the stolen 14 trucks, and German mercenaries.
What conclusion can we ultimately draw?
"The original plot involving McKlain still happened."

"The Fed's gold is going to suffer."

Luca narrowed his eyes, thinking to himself that his chance to advance his title had finally arrived.

New York Police Department.

Shortly after the explosion, the police station's phone lines were overwhelmed with calls.

"Quickly gather the bomb squad, special agents, and the FBI. Oh well, I'll contact the FBI!"

David, holding a microphone in one hand and a half-eaten breakfast in the other, quickly coordinated with his superior to issue a series of instructions.

“McLean!” David yelled at the top of his lungs.

Someone replied, "McLean hasn't arrived yet."

David, with his fiery temper, immediately made a phone call, demanding, "Where the hell have you been?"

“I’m on Long Island, on fieldwork. Those trucks belong to Old Pigeon; I have to get them back for him.” McLean asked curiously, “What happened?”

"Something's happened, come back right away!" David said. "There's been an explosion at a department store in Manhattan, and the police station's phones are ringing off the hook!"

"I'm on Long Island," McKlain said, his tooth aching. "This has absolutely nothing to do with me!"

"Come back first, then we'll talk!"

David had just hung up the phone when his boss came over, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "David, come here for a second."

The two entered an office, where their boss picked up a phone and handed it to David: "It's for you and McLean."

David: "???"

“This is Officer Mills, who is this?” David picked up the phone and asked.

A flippant voice came through the receiver, "Mills, thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedule to answer this call. I hope the explosion just now didn't cause you any trouble."

"who are you?"

"You can call me Simon. Please forgive my somewhat abrupt greeting, but you should know that it was just to get your attention. Is Officer McLean next to you?"

"He's not here!" David suppressed his anger. "What exactly do you want?"

"I want to play a game."

(End of this chapter)