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

Chapter 129 Just a slightly dirty hem
Broadway.

McLean rushed into the street, physically stopped the car, pulled out his police ID and shoved it into the car window, then used a series of GTA maneuvers to pull the driver out of the car and throw him aside.

"Police! Your car has been requisitioned!"

McLean turned around and called to Ah Qiang, "Come on, get in the car, we're running late!"

Ah-Qiang volunteered to go to the driver's seat: "Let me drive!"

"can you?"

"I've driven trucks for ten years!"

"Then come!"

Ah-Qiang plopped down in the driver's seat, while the driver on the side of the road was still cursing loudly, making Ah-Qiang feel a little guilty: "McLean, you seem to be very skilled at stealing cars."

McLean calmly replied, "I learned this in Los Angeles; that's how the police there operate. Stop talking nonsense and charge! I'll take responsibility if anything goes wrong!"

"You're in charge?" Ah Qiang nodded. "Which way?"

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McLean choked for a moment, "Damn it, you don't even know the way, and you're trying to grab the steering wheel from me?"
"Left!" McLean pointed. "See that fork in the road over there? Turn down there!"

The car shot off like an arrow, but Manhattan traffic was really congested. Seeing the traffic moving as slowly as a snail, Ah Qiang quickly scanned his surroundings, then suddenly turned the steering wheel sharply and stepped on the gas, driving straight onto the sidewalk. He drove recklessly, sparks flying, overturning all the roadside stalls and awnings, leaving a mess behind.

McLean's face turned green, and he gripped the handrail tightly: "Wow! What have you done?! Ah Qiang! Do you often drive on the sidewalk when you drive a truck?"

Ah Qiang gripped the steering wheel tightly, maneuvering the car with a steady hand amidst the chaos to avoid pedestrians: "Trucks are inconvenient, they're too big, we can't walk up them."

"Fuck! Have you joined the truck drivers' union? I'm going to apply to the city government to widen the sidewalks. You Chinese people drive too recklessly!"

"I haven't joined yet. My passport is a tourist passport, which isn't very convenient. Buckle up!"

"Wait, that's a car, not a plane!!!" McLean gripped the handrail tightly, watching helplessly as the car crashed through the roadside guardrail and flew towards the highway below.

Duang!

The car fell from a height of five or six meters and landed solidly on the ground. The car shook violently, its rear end swayed, leaving a black mark on the ground, and it continued to move forward shakily.

McLean took a breath, his heart pounding wildly.

"Ah Qiang, you're so wild."

"I usually drive very lawfully, but I'm in a hurry now!"

"I like punctual people. I'll help you apply for a green card another day."

"Uh, thank you."

Ah-Qiang glanced at McLean's bald head, then silently turned his face away again. "What's the next step?"

McLean pointed to several buildings in the distance and silently fastened his seatbelt: "See that building that looks like Dick? Just drive that way. The shortest distance between two points is a straight line. You can drive on any kind of crappy road anyway."

The car sped along, taking unconventional routes, until it reached the station before Wall Street Station on Line 3 of the subway. When it finally stopped, the car was riddled with dents and the hood was smoking.

McLean opened the car door and said with a serious expression, "Qiang! Let's prepare for both scenarios and split up! One of us will answer the killer's call, and the other will get on that train ahead of time to find the bomb! If I fail, you're still here; if you fail, I'm still here. We both have to stop the bomb together!"

Without hesitation, Ah Qiang said, "I'll go find the bomb! You answer the phone; I really don't want to talk to that bastard."

McLean hesitated, "Qiang, I'll go. After all, I'm the cop. Defusing a bomb is too dangerous. If I survive, I hope we... Hey, hey, let me finish!"

Before he could finish his sentimental words, A-Qiang had already jumped off the car's hood, like a nimble tiger easily scaling the street fence and leaping into the subway station entrance with the posture of a roc spreading its wings.

"A generous gift of crabs! Chinese kung fu is truly amazing!"

Ah-Qiang sprinted into the subway station, leaped over security, and rushed onto the platform. However, the train doors had already closed, the train started moving, and headed to the next stop, Wall Street.

"Wait! I haven't gotten on the bus yet!"

Ah Qiang took off chasing after them, followed by several subway security guards wielding rubber batons. "Stop! You haven't even paid yet, and you still want to get on the train?"

Looking back, Ah Qiang gritted his teeth and, under the horrified gazes of countless passersby and security guards, rushed to the edge of the platform. He leaped up and pounced on the train, which had just started moving and wasn't going very fast yet, clinging to it like a large lizard.

The onlookers gasped in shock and exclaimed in unison, "God's name!"

Ah Qiang turned around and shouted, "Sorry! I'll come back and buy the ticket!"

"Jesus! Is this guy crazy?" The security guard stared blankly as the train entered the tunnel. "This is the American subway, not an Indian train!"

As the train sped up, A-Qiang bent his knees and pounded on the window, but he couldn't break it no matter how many times he hit it. Just then, someone inside the train took a fire hammer and smashed the window with a crash, then reached out to A-Qiang.

Ah Qiang quickly grabbed it and crawled in, then couldn't help but gasp in surprise:
"Old Pigeon?!"

"Qiang, try to use the main entrance next time."

Luca sighed, "Qiang, are you just too reckless, or does the New York subway never tolerate idlers?"
Ah Qiang was completely bewildered. "Old Ge, what are you doing here?"

"Wherever peace is needed, I will be there."

Luca got into the car at the main entrance ahead of time. The fact that there was a bomb on the car meant that it had to be dealt with, and it had to be dealt with just right—for example, blowing up the wall of the vault without hurting the passengers on the car.

He had to do it himself.

Ah Qiang's mind was a bit muddled; now was not the time to worry about Lao Ge. He quickly said, "Lao Ge! The bandits planted a bomb in the car! We have to defuse it right away!"

"Okay, I understand. Let's look for it together."

Seeing Luca's calm demeanor, Ah Qiang felt as if he had found a pillar of support and quickly followed Luca to search for bombs throughout the carriage.

Ah-Qiang jumped around and even lay on the ground to check under the seats for possible explosives.

"Old Pigeon! The bombs were all packed in suitcases!" Ah Qiang reminded him, "Let's quickly find out where they put the suitcases!"

As he spoke, Ah Qiang carefully checked the passengers' luggage, as if afraid of missing anything.

Luca was much calmer. He walked straight to a wall with a yellow telephone box hanging on it, with the words "Emergency Number" written on it.

Upon opening it, what was inside was not a telephone, but a crude yet complex bomb device, with colorful wires and sensors surrounding two canisters of liquid, and red indicator lights flashing incessantly.

found it!
Its automatic remote-controlled triggering device was located at Wall Street Station. The bomb would explode on the spot when the train wheels ran over the triggering device next to the platform, which was the original plot; or the butterfly effect made the bomb manually detonated. In any case, the bomb exploded next to the underground vault of Wall Street, and no other place would fit the robbers' plan.

"Qiang, let me bask in your glory!"

Luca glanced at the liquid's color; it was still milky white. While this stuff was powerful, it wouldn't explode immediately. First, there was a chemical reaction as the liquid mixed. Once the mixture turned red, it entered a delicate equilibrium state, ready to explode at any moment. With the lid open, Luca observed the liquid's color while reaching for the box. Seeing Luca's movement, Ah Qiang, who had been looking around anxiously, rushed over, "Old Pigeon, what's this?"

"bomb."

"what?"

Isn't it a briefcase? How did it turn into an emergency phone number?
Will sirens blast in New York?

"Old Pigeon, be careful."

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Luca took the box off his hands and held it tightly. "Qiang, you go and evacuate the passengers. Take everyone to the front carriages of the train. I'll go to the back to deal with the bomb."

Ah-Qiang said nervously, "Let me deal with the bomb! It's too dangerous! The bandits didn't let you participate in the game; you don't need to take this risk!"

Luca was relieved. "Qiang, I promised Uncle Biao I would take care of you, and I'm a man who keeps his promises to his friends. Let me fulfill my promise, okay? I already feel guilty about getting you involved in this, and I can't risk your life now."

Ah Qiang's expression was complicated: "Old Ge, you're a big shot, and I'm just a nobody, so..."

"There's no time, hurry up and evacuate the passengers." Luca pushed aside Ah Qiang, carrying the bomb through the crowd, and quickly walked towards the back of the car. His black figure was tall and straight, and his posture was elegant.

Ah Qiang's heart trembled violently. Old Pigeon's departure could very well mean the bomb was capable of obliterating someone to pieces! And he was the one participating in the game! Old Pigeon could have easily stayed out of it, yet he resolutely took the bomb and left.
Old Pigeon, you absolutely can't get hurt!

Ah Qiang gritted his teeth and quickly led the chaotic crowd toward the front of the car.

[Bond: Friends]

[Skill Fragment -50]

[“Pain dramatization” has been added]

[Remaining Skill Fragments: 128]

Thank you for the gift, my dear nephew!

Excuse me!
As Luca observed the color of the bomb, he walked through the carriages, evacuating passengers along the way: "Ladies and gentlemen! I am a New York police officer. I need you to calmly proceed to the other end of the train! Please cooperate!"

Many people stood up, puzzled. One asked curiously, "Officer, what happened?"

"See what I'm holding? This is a biological weapon. Once it explodes, everyone in the carriage will turn into zombies. If you don't want your head to be eaten, you'd better run."

"Haha, sir, are you a Resident Evil game fan too? That's just a game made by the Japanese; how could such a thing exist in reality?"

"Congratulations, you got it right. This thing is also a biological weapon developed by the Japanese."

Luca joked, "Alright, stop dawdling, everyone get moving and head to the front of the car for safety."

As he spoke, Luca flicked his sleeve, flipped his wrist, and magically produced a white dove, which circled and flew above the carriage.

A clear, melodious whistle escaped Luca's lips. He pointed, and a pigeon flew over his head and towards the front of the car. "Please everyone follow this pigeon; it will protect your safety."

A little girl exclaimed, pointing at the pigeon, "Mommy, look! There's a pigeon!"

Many passengers were quite surprised; this pigeon could actually lead the way!

Wall Street subway station.

When McLean arrived, the place was already in chaos.

Masked gunmen appeared inside the subway station, terrifying a group of citizens who fled for their lives! Lyon, like a sheepdog herding sheep, used gunfire to signal the direction of retreat, and with the help of the mafia disguised as plainclothes police officers, the crowd inside the subway station was dispersed in no time.

McLean got off the train, looked at the chaos, and frantically ripped out a few strands of hair. He then went against the flow of people and rushed into the empty subway station.

After finding the phone booth inside the station, McLean waited for a while, and the phone rang as scheduled at the appointed time.

"I'm here!" McLean yelled. "I won this game again. Now shut down that damn bomb!"

"Really? Where is your Chinese friend?"

He went to the toilet!

“McLean, lying is no good habit,” Simon said smugly. “I saw you enter the subway station alone; he didn’t show up. My requirement was that you two had to arrive here together. Sorry, you lost this game, goodbye.”

After hanging up the phone, McLean's face immediately turned extremely ugly.

Rumble.
The wheels rolled in, and the train entered the platform. Just as McLean rushed over, a loud bang shook the earth, dust billowed up, and the entire platform hall trembled. Dust fell from the cracked walls.

The train, like a giant, twisted earthworm, was squeezed into a ball by the shockwave of the explosion. It swung its tail and jumped onto the platform, sweeping across the area car by car, irresistibly overturning everything along the way—station signs, chairs, vending machines, and even public telephone booths—all were completely destroyed.

Fortunately, there were not many people in the station hall, otherwise there would definitely have been a large number of civilian casualties.

McLean emerged from the smoke and dust, covered in soot, and quickly went to open the doors, letting the frightened passengers out one by one. The first few carriages were relatively intact and had not derailed, so most of the passengers were unharmed, with only a few suffering minor injuries and shock.

"Qiang!" McLean exclaimed with delight when he spotted Qiang in the crowd, "Thank God, you're alright!"

Ah Qiang's eyes were red-rimmed, filled with a mixture of anger and sorrow. "McLean, Old Pigeon was in the car too. He went to deal with the bomb. Now the bomb has exploded. Old Pigeon..."

"What?!" McLean was stunned. Why was Old Pigeon in the car, and why was he with the bomb?
"No no no no no!" McLean shook his head in disbelief, pushing through the chaotic crowd and trying to rush onto the train. "Get the hell out of my way!"

Ah-Qiang followed McLean and lamented, "I was supposed to be the one to deal with that bomb. I should have stopped Old Man McLean. Why did it still explode? Didn't you receive the call?"

“I got it! I finished! But that bastard wants both of us to come here together! He’s playing word games with us! Fuck him!” McKlain cursed. “He’s just messing with us. I don’t believe Old Pigeon is dead like this. I want to see him alive or dead!”

The car was packed with people, and everyone was frantically pushing to get out, so the two of them couldn't squeeze in anytime soon.

Gugugu~~~
Suddenly, the cooing of pigeons could be heard.

McLean instinctively looked up and saw a white pigeon breaking through the billowing dust above the train, while behind it, a dark shadow loomed in and out of sight in the dim light of the station hall.

The pigeon circled once in the air before finally landing on the shoulder of the dark figure.

A dark figure emerged from the roof of the car and stood above the door. As the dust settled, Luca's familiar face appeared in the eyes of the two muscular men.

Ah Qiang clutched his head and shouted, "Old Pigeon!! Is that really you? Am I dreaming?!"

"Damn it!" McLean exclaimed. "It's a miracle you survived, Old Pigeon, are you alright?"

Under the shocked gazes of the two, Luca casually brushed the dust off his coat:
"The hem of my clothes is just a little dirty."

(End of this chapter)