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

Chapter 132 Big Sister is So Cool
Amidst the blasted ruins, trucks emerged one after another, driving methodically toward the dock. The gold would then be loaded onto a cargo ship and sailed to the sea off Long Island, where it would be blasted to the bottom of the ocean.

All the gold will be destroyed!
Those treasures unearthed from the ground should return to nature and not circulate in the market. Only in this way can the economies of Western countries be severely damaged, rendering Western currencies, which are anchored to gold, worthless and devoid of credibility.

Of course, this was not Simon's idea, but rather the concept of his partner, the Hungarian explosives expert "Farés Tago".

Simon was just using this excuse to trick Tago into joining the operation. Without Tago's explosives skills, the operation would have been difficult to complete. Simon had always thought that Tago was the real terrorist, not for money, but for engaging in extreme terrorist activities, as if the world would be at peace if America's gold reserves were gone.

All I wanted was money.

The West steals the world's wealth, so why should it steal it back? Why let gold sink to the bottom of the sea?

At this moment, Simon, sitting in the passenger seat of the truck, glanced discreetly at Tago beside him, already plotting his next scheme. Once at the dock, what would be loaded onto the ship wouldn't be gold, but rather a pile of genuine scrap metal.

All of this must not be known to that madman, Targo.

Rubbing his forehead, Simon took out an aspirin and swallowed it. "Tagore, when we destroy all this gold, the dollar will lose a large part of its credibility, and the entire world order will be shaken. Have you thought about what you want to do for your country?"

"war!"

With a fanatical expression, Tag uttered two words: "Without all this gold, the dollar's hegemonic position is unstable. These Americans will definitely launch a war of plunder to consolidate their wealth! They've plundered so much oil in the Middle East to ensure the dollar's hegemony. Now that they've lost so much gold, guess what they'll do?"

Gold and oil are both safeguards for the US dollar. The United States has the world's largest gold reserves and uses its powerful military force to forcibly link oil and the US dollar, requiring Middle Eastern countries like Saudi Arabia to settle oil exports in US dollars to solidify the foundation of the dollar's value and continue to use the dollar to "invade" all countries in the world.

The US dollar is now the world's universal currency, an extremely hard currency. These green, lightweight pieces of paper possess such immense purchasing power and credit value.
Seeing Targo's excited expression, Simon cursed him inwardly as a madman. He only wanted money; the gold would eventually be taken back by the United States in US dollars.

If Targo really did blow up the gold and let it sink to the bottom of the sea...
Simon took another aspirin.

Tago continued, "Ha ha Simon, then we'll be heroes."

Simon: “.”

The truck had already driven onto Roosevelt Avenue. Simon took out his phone and called his subordinate, "Have McLean and the others arrived at the department store yet?"

"They're still on their way. You've planned a very complicated route for them, and they're still going in circles."

"very good."

Simon smirked. Everything was under control. "The Simon Says" was a great game; a lie could make all of New York dance.

Let's add fuel to the fire in New York.

He called a New York radio hotline: "Right now, the police are running around everywhere, do you know what they're doing? Someone planted a bomb at some school, but the police don't know which school it is, so they're searching every school in New York City."

At that moment, countless New York parents who were listening to the radio learned of this shocking news.

The entire city was in complete chaos.

Spencer School.

Matilda sat in the corner of the last row of the classroom, drawing on paper with colored pencils. The figure in the drawing was a tall man in black with a pigeon on his head, walking hand in hand with a little girl on the street.

A chubby girl in the front row quietly turned her head, looked at the drawing, and asked curiously, "Big sister, is this your dad?"

Matilda: "."

Matilda rolled her eyes: "This is my brother!"

Just then, another girl came over. "Hey, did you hear the news? Someone on the radio said there's a bomb at a school in New York! The police are searching everywhere right now!"

Matilda: "???"

She heard a commotion, turned around and saw many students scattering and running away. They had obviously also heard about the bomb and wanted to leave the school as soon as possible.

The teacher couldn't stop them.

"Run! There's a bomb at school!"

"Yay! Now I can skip class without any problem!"

"Let's blow up this damn school, then I'll never have to come to class again!"

Within minutes, the entire school descended into chaos. Many students who heard the news fled in panic. The teachers, equally panicked, tried their best to organize the students to leave in an orderly manner, but panic spread in everyone's hearts. In order to survive, everyone ran with all their might, making the entire corridor extremely crowded.

Matilda took out her phone and called Luca. "Luca, is it true that there's a bomb at the school?"

Luca: "It's true, but not at your school, so don't be nervous."

Matilda nodded. Since Old Pigeon said he wasn't there, then he definitely wasn't there. There was nothing to be afraid of.

Looking at the crowded corridor outside, which was on the verge of a stampede, Matilda curled her lips and, under the shocked gazes of many girls, pulled a silver pistol from her desk.

"It's time to defend the peace of the campus!"

Matilda turned the dial, released the safety, and called to her friends, "Come on, let's go maintain order at school!"

The chubby girl stared at Matilda's calm yet commanding figure with shining eyes. "A generous gift of crabs! Big sister is so cool!"

Once in the hallway, Matilda fired a shot into the ceiling. Bang!
The piercing gunshot drew everyone's attention. Matilda walked up the steps. "Calm down, all of you! I know you're scared, but running around will only get more people hurt!!"

Cries and screams erupted from the crowd. Matilda kicked aside the backpack blocking her way and calmly shouted, "If you don't want to die, listen to my instructions now! Everyone keep to the left. No pushing or shoving at the stairwell! Anyone who falls must shout 'Stop!' The person behind must stop immediately! The girl in the red dress, go help the person in front of you who has fallen! Everyone else, behave yourselves and leave in an orderly fashion!"

Bang! Another shot!
"Now proceed in class order: first graders go first, then upper grades bring up the rear! Anyone who pushes or shoves is murdering their classmate!"

Everyone was stunned, even some of the teachers stared in shock at the gun in Matilda's hand.

Fuck! Didn't the security guard even check the gun? He actually let a student bring it into the school!
However, given the current situation...
Some teachers smiled awkwardly, but because of the gun, they quickly agreed with Matilda's request and organized the students to leave the room in an orderly manner.

Some girls looked at Matilda with adoration.

As expected of the eldest sister! As expected of a member of the Mafia family, so cool!
On the way to Times Square.

"What exactly is 21 in 42?" McLean looked confused, but he was also very anxious. This question was related to which school the bomb was in. The sooner they could figure it out, the sooner they could defused the bomb.

"I don't know! I don't know any other schools in New York besides NYU!" A-Qiang gripped the steering wheel and weaved erratically through traffic, dashing through every traffic light he saw, truly squeezing into any available gap.

McLean racked his brains for ages but still couldn't figure it out, so he just threw a phone call at David, "David, what is 21 in 42?"

David: "Watt?"

"This is a mystery! Solve it, and we'll find out which school has the bomb!"

"???"

On the street, David stood next to a police car, looking extremely annoyed. What the hell were these mysteries?
He turned around and asked the police officers around him, but no one could solve the mystery; no one could figure out the key to the answer.

Left with no other option, David called Luca and threw the puzzle at him.

Luca calmly replied, "Isn't this the re-election of the 42nd US president? That's what 42 means. Go check who the 21st US president was."

David: "You can solve a puzzle like this?"

Luca: "It's that simple."

David: "The 21st president was Chester! Oh, right, there's a school in New York named after him!"

Luca: "Bingo! Looks like you found the bomb."

David: "Old Pigeon! You're so damn smart, I love you to death!!! You truly deserve to be called a peace ambassador!"

Luca: "Go defuse the bomb."

[Subtly influenced by you, Matilda stepped forward to organize the students to leave the school in an orderly manner... she upheld the peace of the school.]

[Gain Skill Points x5]

[Gained 2 Skill Fragments]

Upon seeing the prompt on the panel, Luca couldn't help but smile.

Didn't we already say there were no bombs at Spencer High School? Why are you still thinking about skipping school?

Luca felt that Matilda was doing it on purpose and had a legitimate reason to skip class.

At that moment, the car arrived at the dock. Luca got out of the car and looked at a cargo ship docked at the shore—the real two-thousand-pound bomb was on this ship.

Jordan followed behind Luka, looking around: "Old Geezer, what are we doing here? Is there any money to be made here?"

"Someone will bring the money over."

"???"

At this moment, outside a sewer in New York City.

Trucks loaded with gold drove into the tunnel one after another—the sewer was 60 miles long and the entrance was large, similar to those large mountain tunnels, large enough for trucks to squeeze through.

The site is currently under construction, and to avoid being spotted by helicopters overhead, Simon carefully selected this discreet cargo transport route.

What Tago admires most about Simon is this: his plans are incredibly meticulous, and everything is under Simon's control.

He asked, "Is everything ready at the dock?"

Simon nodded: "The cargo ship is already in place, just waiting for us to take the gold there."

No sooner had they finished speaking than a burst of gunfire erupted from ahead, causing both of them to change their expressions instantly.

what's the situation?
An alarm came through the headset: "We've encountered highway robbers! Damn it, these homeless people are all armed! Their firepower is overwhelming!"

Homeless people? Simon was completely baffled. How could there be a group of fully armed homeless people in this sewer?
Faintly, Simon heard a passionate voice coming through the walkie-talkie:

"On the territory of the great King of Boris Street, no one may pass through here without his permission!!"

Simon was dumbfounded. What the hell, the King of the Sewers! Where did this lunatic come from?
(End of this chapter)