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

Chapter 126 A Stroll Through the Streets of Little Italy

Shortly after, David and McLean met on a street in Manhattan, got into a police car, and headed to the game destination Simon had mentioned.

"He wants to play a game?"

After hearing the explanation, McLean looked annoyed. "They specifically wanted me to participate? Damn it! I don't even know anyone named Simon!"

David said helplessly, "The killer specifically named you. You have to do as he says, or he will detonate another bomb in a public place!"

"But why me?"

McLean was completely numb. Seriously? I've already gone all the way to Long Island, how can all this crap pull me back?
At that moment, McLean felt as if his destiny was beginning to turn again.

David was speechless. "It seems like some bad things always happen to you. You can't escape bad luck."

McLean: "."

Damn bad luck!
McLean sighed, "I thought my luck had turned around. A few days ago, my wife used my badge number to buy a lottery ticket and won several hundred dollars."

A policeman nearby said quietly, "Everyone uses their badge number to buy lottery tickets, but you've been buying them for over ten years. This should be your first time winning, right? Did you use up all the luck you've accumulated over the past ten years on this?"

McLean's face flushed red, veins bulging on his forehead, as he argued, "Bullshit! I've been incredibly lucky for over a decade, I should win at least once!"

Then came statements like "I'm really not unlucky," "This has absolutely nothing to do with me," "I just made a great contribution and became famous; the murderer only knows me, this awesome cop," and "I can't withstand a bomb explosion either," which made everyone burst into laughter, filling the car with a joyful atmosphere.

David reassured him, "It's not a big problem, buddy. I believe in your abilities. With such a serious case, I really can't think of anyone else in the entire police station who could solve it besides you."

McLean sighed, "Alright, alright, tell me what to do?"

David looked troubled: "This..."

He picked up a sign covered in racist slurs: “You’re going to wear this in a parade later.”

McLean: "."

He looked at it closely, and it said: I HATE DAGO!

Translated—I hate Italians.

"Dago" is a highly offensive word for people of Italian descent.

McClain's expression turned extremely grim. "So, where are we going?"

David sighed, “Little Italy.”

McLean sighed, "I don't want Old Pigeon to see that I was forced into this situation. I have no prejudice against Italians!"

David: "I've already informed him that if he doesn't show up, he might get killed by those Italians."

McLean: "."

Harlem district.

"Fuck dago!"

Luca got into the car, cursing and swearing, and immediately turned back to Little Italy. He wanted to come here to defend peace, but how come the target of his attacks changed from black people to Italians?
This is not the original storyline!

In the original storyline, McLean was supposed to be paraded through Harlem and beaten up by black people, but now the tables have turned and he's in Little Italy instead.

Little Italy isn't just about the Mafia; the Mafia only makes up a small part of it. There's a large Italian community living there—and some of them aren't exactly known for their good temper.

Moreover, it was McLean who started the trouble first, parading such an insulting sign through the streets, which will arouse public outrage.

Luca could understand that McClain was forced into this situation, but the others didn't see it that way.

"I want to play a game?"

What if you were a jigsaw?
Luca sneered. Those damned robbers should be glad that the peace ambassador didn't bring a samurai sword and hadn't yet learned Ishii Oren's decapitation skills.

Otherwise, with just this one act of bloodline insult, Luca could easily have blown their heads off with a single sword strike.

Taking a deep breath, Luca quickly recalled the entire plot.

The robbers did indeed have a large number of bombs, which they placed throughout New York, including a giant bomb inside a school, containing more than two thousand pounds of liquid explosives.

However, some of these bombs are real and some are fake. In the original storyline, the suitcase-shaped bombs were real, while the giant bomb at the school was fake.

The combination of truth and falsehood was used to mislead the police, diverting McLean and the police away so that the robbers could steal the Federal Reserve's gold.

"There's a butterfly effect going on. Anyway, let's go find McKlain first! He's the key."

The car sped away, and Luca simultaneously took out his phone to call his friends.

"Leon."

"John."

"El, stop gambling!"

"Ishii, I need you now."

"Brian! Come pick me up right now, the morning rush hour traffic is terrible!"

Uncle Biao's Supermarket.

At the entrance, Ah Qiang leisurely carried box after box of goods into the supermarket. With the Lunar New Year approaching, the supermarket's business had picked up considerably, with many Chinese people coming specifically to buy New Year's goods.

"Ah Qiang! There's another case of Coke here!" Uncle Biao called out from beside the truck.

"Here it comes!" Ah Qiang continued working.

Just then, Uncle Biao suddenly saw a shirtless white man with a sign hanging on his front and back walking down the street.

After seeing the words on the sign, Uncle Biao broke out in a cold sweat.

Holy crap, is this guy insane?

Discrimination in Little Italy? They're asking for it!

Keep in mind that Colombo had only been dead for a few months, and those Italian-Americans in the coalition had nowhere to vent their anger.

Uncle Biao quickly went up to him and stopped him: "Take the sign down right now! Don't you want to live anymore?"

McLean was exasperated. This was the killer's mission; if he took the sign, the killer would detonate the bomb. What could he do?
Seeing that McKlain was unwilling, Uncle Biao was so angry he was practically fuming. "I'm saving you!"

McLean sighed, "Uncle, you'd better stay away from me."

While the two were arguing, Ah Qiang, who was standing nearby, also received a phone call.

"Ah Qiang, are you at Uncle Biao's supermarket?" After receiving a reply, Luca continued, "I need to ask you a favor."

Luca quickly explained, and Ah Qiang was a little confused after listening. But when he turned around and saw McLean with the sign, he immediately realized: "The policeman you're talking about is near the supermarket!"

"Protect him! Wait for me! If you run into trouble, just say Pigeon's name! Please, Qiang!"

"it is good."

Ah-Qiang quickly walked towards McLean, "Are you Officer McLean? Old Pigeon sent me to protect you."

McLean paused for a moment, then looked a little embarrassed. "Thanks, but you'd better stay away from me, or you'll get into trouble."

I can take a beating myself, but these two don't seem to be very resilient.

Uncle Biao said anxiously, "What are you protecting? Take the sign down first. Those Italians hate being insulted with these kinds of words the most."

"I really can't take it!" McLean said, annoyed. "I'll be fine after I walk around for a bit."

The more important thing now is to complete the killer's mission.

Ah-Qiang added, "Old Ge said to just follow Officer McLean's instructions."

Uncle Biao was also helpless at the sight; what kind of mess was this?

McLean continued forward, and Ah-Qiang followed closely behind.

"Dude, what's your name?"

"Just call me A-Qiang."

"Are you sure Old Pigeon sent you to protect me?" McLean was a little skeptical; he'd never seen this guy before.

Ah Qiang gave a simple smile, "Don't worry, with me here, those thugs can't hurt you."

McLean was filled with awe!

Since it was Old Pigeon's arrangement, this unassuming man must have some skills.

Unsurprisingly, McLean was soon targeted by a group of Italians gathered nearby.

In the dead of winter, with his upper body completely naked and two blatantly humiliating signs hanging around his neck, what the hell!
I can't bear it!
Italians came from all directions, at least twenty or thirty of them arrived one after another, some of them even taking out knives from their pockets.

McLean's face, which was red from the cold, turned even paler.
"Where did this lunatic come from?" A red-haired man rushed forward, frowning, and pointed a knife at McLean. "Listen, this is Little Italy in Pigeon's Nest. Do you know who you're insulting? Take the sign down right now and kneel down to apologize to us! Otherwise, I'll chop you up!"

McLean was no longer willing to explain; he knew he couldn't explain it anyway. The sign on his chest was indeed too hateful.

Ah Qiang intervened, saying, "Everyone, let's talk this out. This officer was forced into this situation; he didn't mean to insult you."

"Who are you?"

The knife was brandished at A-Qiang, but before it got close, A-Qiang suddenly switched hands, and the knife vanished, reappearing in A-Qiang's hands.

"Speak politely, don't use a knife."

"Shit! I'm not in the mood to talk to you! The dignity of Italians cannot be defiled!"

Red Hair charged forward, his fists clenched, and the Italians around him swarmed in as well.

McLean braced himself for the beating, but what happened next left him speechless. Ah Qiang took a horse stance and charged into the crowd like a dragon, throwing punches, kicks, iron mountain leans, chokeholds, palm strikes, and dragon claws. Several thugs fell to the ground.

With another swift grab, Ah Qiang seized a thug's jacket. Pulling on the clothes, the thug spun around a few times like he was dancing, his head spinning until he was dizzy. When he came to his senses, a fist appeared in front of him, smashing his nose and causing it to bleed profusely.

After one round, more than a dozen people were lying on the ground, and some of them had their clothes torn off.

The remaining thugs didn't dare to approach, staring at Ah Qiang as if they'd seen a ghost.

McClain's mouth was so big it could fit an egg. "Man, this is unbelievable!!"

He gestured a couple of times, imitating Ah Qiang's movements, "What move did you just use? It was so damn cool!"

Ah Qiang smiled modestly: "This is Chinese Kung Fu."

McLean gave a thumbs up, "Awesome!"

It was at this moment that Jimmy arrived at the scene with Leon and dispersed the nearby Italians.

He looked helplessly at the sign on McLean's body, thinking to himself that the only good thing about being a partner was that he had avoided this racial attack—he wasn't Italian.

“Old Pigeon has already explained everything to me,” Jimmy said. “You come with me, and I’ll help you complete the murderer’s mission.”

You instructed Ah-Qiang and Jimmy to protect McLean, resolve the racial discrimination dispute, and safeguard the peace of Little Italy.

[Gain Skill Points x5]

[Gained 2 Skill Fragments]

Not long after, Luca finally arrived, albeit belatedly.

Seeing that ridiculous sign, Luca felt even more resentful towards the robbers!

Give the peace ambassador a wait!

"Is the mission complete?" Luca asked irritably. "What did that damn murderer want you to do next?"

McLean shook his head, indicating he didn't know, until David and the others arrived and called out to everyone, "Let's go to the police station first."

David pointed at Ah Qiang, "Dude, you too! The killer specifically asked for you to be included."

A-Qiang was stunned, and Luca was also quite surprised.

Good guy!
You dare to rob me!

You picked McClain, fine, but you also had to pick your nephew?

Are you worried that the grass on your grave is too short?
(End of this chapter)