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

Chapter 131 Rule-Based Skills

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Luca found a spot with a good view and sat by the window, looking down at the situation below. David's anxious voice on his phone did not make him panic at all.

The 2400-pound bomb in the school is 99% likely fake, a decoy, and there's a 1% chance that the plot has deviated due to the butterfly effect.

Luca has minimized his influence as much as possible in order to avoid causing too much interference and leading the hijackers to place the bomb in other places beyond Luca's control.

He didn't want too many variables.

To be on the safe side, Luca doesn't want to see even that 1% chance of something going wrong.

He reassured David, "I've arranged for the Lucchese family to help with the search, David. Trust me, there won't be any problems! I won't let the bomb explode in any school!"

David's voice was filled with anguish: "Old Pigeon! Thank you. I'd rather not have any credit this time. I just wanted to defuse all those damn bombs! The children are innocent. Those bastards shouldn't have used children to threaten us!"

Luca wanted to tell him that the school bomb was fake, a ruse to distract the police, but he couldn't explain this premonition. Besides, the robbers really did have more than two thousand pounds of bombs, but they were placed in other places.

This is what makes terrorists so detestable: they possess weapons of mass destruction, use the lives of countless innocent people as leverage, and can "peace" the world with the simple press of a button. This gives them too much power and renders many negotiation tactics ineffective.

“I’ll let you know as soon as I have any news!” Luca said. “Also, remember to let me know immediately if there’s any news about McLean and Ah-Qiang!”

“Old Pigeon, I hope your commitment to peace can create another miracle this time.” David let out a heavy sigh. “New York City really needs peace this time!”

"Where I am, there is peace."

Luca took the phone away from his ear and looked down at the chaotic Wall Street below, his eyes filled with an unreadable expression.

Jordan, seeing that Luka had finished his call, came over and said, "Old man, did terrorists really come to New York? I thought it was an earthquake just now."

Luca said quietly, "I can't stop earthquakes, they're natural disasters; but terrorists can. There are solutions to man-made disasters."

At that moment, a line of trucks drove up from the end of Wall Street and headed towards the bombed-out subway station.

Seeing that familiar truck model, Luca's lips twitched involuntarily. Damn it, of all people to steal, why did he have to steal our Luches family's garbage truck?

These trucks that used to carry garbage probably never imagined that one day they would be carrying gold.

At the same time, a blond figure appeared by the roadside and came into Luca's view.

[Rare Card Discovered: Simon Peter Rube]

[Symen: A]

[Source: Die Hard series]

[Skills: Aspirin; Simon's Saying]

[Bond: Strangers]

"A German colonel, huh?"

Luca looked at the two skills and slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

Simon has developed a special skill from taking aspirin for headaches for a long time—it reduces pain and ongoing damage by an additional 15% after taking the prescribed dose of aspirin.

Another skill is "Simon Says". Every time this guy plays a game, he will start with "Simon Says" and then announce the game content and rules.

This skill has high requirements; you need to reach the level of a close friend.

But the effect was quite good: after the rules were set in an individual's name, the probability of participants obeying the rules was forcibly increased by 10%.

To be honest, this is a very abstract and incredibly powerful skill. It forces people to comply with the rules, and with such an incredible effect, the probability of it happening is definitely not very high. But 10% is still pretty good, as it will at least influence some people's choices and judgments before they break the rules.

If Luca gets his hands on this skill, he can set rules in Little Italy, or influence more places in the future. Under his influence, the probability of following the rules will be forcibly increased by 10%!
Quantitative change can lead to qualitative change.

Luca was a little conflicted for a moment.

How the hell do I raise my bond with Simon to the "close friend" stage in such a short time?

This guy has an irreconcilable feud with McClain, Ah Qiang, and a bunch of other SSR characters, as well as the New York authorities.

Luca had no way of "greening" these brothers and openly building ties with Simon.

But Luca couldn't bear to give up such an incredible skill.

Luka needs to think carefully about how to handle this problem. If he has the opportunity, he should first acquire the skill and then eliminate Simon.

Simon has to die, or be arrested and handed over to the federal government. There is no other option. Luca has to give Al-Jan and McLean a satisfactory outcome.

This should be considered a medium to large-scale conflict, and we need to get our hands on the system rewards!
Luca narrowed his eyes slightly, then turned and beckoned to Jordan: "Come with me!"

Jordan pointed to himself: "Me? Old man, I'm still at work. I don't want to go with you to face terrorists."

Luca glanced back at the joyful scenes that filled the hall and silently rolled his eyes.

Is this what you call going to work? What are those 996 and 007 workers supposed to think?
"Stop talking nonsense, come with me, I'll take you to make big money."

"Alright! You should have said you were going to make money!"

The Federal Reserve is not far away.

Simon pulled out his fake ID and handed it to the relevant official at the Federal Reserve: "From the Municipal Works Department, here to deal with the facilities damaged in the explosion."

"Unbelievable, you arrived so quickly! Is the city so efficient now?"

The person in charge watched as trucks passed by, driving through the collapsed road surface and the makeshift passageway into the underground tunnel.

“This is Wall Street,” Simon explained with a smile. “Many wealthy people keep their money here, and the mayor doesn’t want to offend these tycoons. We need to protect the private assets of these big shots.”

It was all well-reasoned and convincing, and the person in charge actually believed it. It did sound like something the municipal government would do. To lick the boots of the rich and get election funding, those politicians would always unleash unimaginable efficiency.

The person in charge thought he knew the truth, and then let the wolf into the house, bringing Simon and a group of terrorists into the Federal Reserve in a perfectly legitimate manner.

At this moment, there are hardly any police officers left on Wall Street; official forces have been diverted and dispersed throughout New York City to search for the 2400-pound bomb.

"The subway system conflicts with us in some ways. I suggested to the city that when they built the subway, they should bypass this area, but they still built the subway station right next to us! The advantage is that you don't have to worry about your employees being late, and they can't make excuses for me anymore, because the subway station is right at our doorstep!"
The downside is that this kind of unexpected situation can happen. The person in charge explained the situation while leading everyone from inside the Federal Reserve building down underground: "We've already asked the subway staff to temporarily close the passageway. Until the repairs are complete, no trains will pass through here."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the person in charge felt a sharp pain in his neck as some kind of anesthetic was injected into his body. He clutched his dizzy head and involuntarily collapsed.

At the same time, all the police officers accompanying them were taken down.

The robbers stripped the police officers of their clothes and continued their operation.

At that moment, Ah-Qiang and McLean sprinted towards their destination.

The two ran while complaining:
"McLean, you participated in one of these bombings in Los Angeles?"

"Believe me, I didn't participate voluntarily, I was forced! I was on vacation at the time, I was just visiting my wife."

"The other officers all say you're a jinx."

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McLean sighed, "I've always suspected that someone stole my luck, which is why all these unlucky things keep happening to me. I must have been a jerk in my past life and ended up in Lady Luck's bed."

When the two arrived at their destination, the public phone booth was already ringing.

McClain grabbed the microphone, catching his breath from the long run: "This is McClain!"

"You almost didn't make it."

"Stop talking nonsense, what do you want us to do now?"

"What has four legs and is always ready to travel?"

Simon left a question unanswered and then hung up the phone.

After clarifying the conversation, Ah Qiang was a little confused: "What kind of riddle is this?"

“It’s just an elephant joke.” McLean’s gaze swept around and finally landed on a fountain not far away, on which was a sculpture of an elephant, its trunk still spouting water.

McLean asked, "How many steps does it take to put an elephant into a refrigerator?"

"It simply won't fit."

“You can go back and study this carefully.” McLean rushed to the fountain and found a suitcase-shaped bomb.

Moreover, once the box is opened, the bomb is detonated, and the two must complete a short game to prevent the explosion.

There are two buckets nearby, one 3 gallons and the other 5 gallons. You need to fill these two buckets with 4 gallons of water and put them on the weighing scale in the box. If the weight is accurate, it will prevent the explosion; if it is too much or too little, it will detonate the bomb.

"It's another math problem!"

McLean looked at A-Qiang as if he were Einstein, "A-Qiang, it's your turn to perform!"

Ah Qiang thought for a moment: "Let's fill both buckets first, and then I'll think about what to do next."

While filling the container with water, McLean's eyes suddenly lit up: "5 + 3 is 8, and if we divide it in half, that's 4 gallons!"

Ah Qiang looked speechless: "The key question is, how are you going to divide it in half?"

McLean: "."

Ah-Qiang rolled up his sleeves: "Let me do it! First, empty the 3-gallon bucket."

Why didn't you say so sooner! I had just filled it up!

"Pour it in, then pour in another 5 gallons of water." Ah-Qiang carried the remaining water. "Now there are only 2 gallons left! Then empty the 3-gallon bucket, pour in the 2 gallons of water, and there's only 1 gallon of space left, right? Now all we need to do is..."

"I know! 5 - 1 equals 4!"

McLean excitedly hugged Ah Qiang, "Dude! You're a fucking genius, and you're 100 times stronger than Hawking!"

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Ah Qiang said quietly, "I'm just used to it. When I was driving long distances, we truck drivers often encountered this problem on the road, and we always carried a spare fuel tank in the truck."

The two quickly added four gallons of water, successfully deactivating the bomb alarm.

Just as they breathed a sigh of relief, Simon called, announcing the start of another game, instructing them to go to the next designated location—Times Square Department Store.

Simon: "This friend from China seems to run a small general store? I think we should show him what a department store in New York looks like."

It also left a mystery.

What is 21 out of 42?

"???" McLean looked confused.

Meanwhile, in the underground vault.

The robbers are already moving the gold here, worth $1400 billion, which has been loaded into 14 large trucks.

After hanging up with McClain, Simon called his men: "When they get to the department store, take them out! The game is over."

Putting down his phone, Simon gazed at the golden treasure, opened his arms, and wore a blissful smile.

"For a long time, the West has stolen the world's wealth, disregarded humanitarianism, and created economic panic!"

"It's time for everyone to get back to the same starting line!"

Simon turned and got into the truck.

In the shadows deep within the tunnel, a pair of eyes stared intently at the group of robbers.

Lyon said softly, "Luca, they've succeeded in stealing it. Get ready to leave immediately."

Luca: "That's our shared treasure with the United States, how can we let them take it away?"

(End of this chapter)