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

Chapter 134 The Honest Mafia
The trucks successfully emerged from the sewers and headed towards the docks. However, except for one truck, the drivers of the other 13 trucks had been changed; Brian was leading the way, and the rest were all homeless members of the Beggars' Guild.

"We need to be careful of Pigeon!" The driver's expression was very serious. "I've heard he used to be a butcher, capable of anything! He's got the upper hand now, we can't just give up, we need to find a way to take it back! We'll call all the brothers out there back later."

"Nightmare is his man."

Simon's words left Tago speechless.

Night Demon's fighting prowess is known throughout the world, and too many people know the name of Baba Yaga; even just a nickname is enough to intimidate many.

Targo couldn't help but wonder if even if he gathered all his remaining brothers back, they would be enough for Night Demon to kill alone.
"And since you know that Pigeon's former nickname was Butcher, you should know how strong he is personally."

Simon's expression was wistful—"I only hope that the pigeon's brain is really as small as a 'pigeon' or as reckless as a 'butcher,' so that I still have a chance to fool the pigeon, make a temporary, harmless friend, and then successfully transport the gold out of New York."

Once you leave New York, the world expands; once you leave the United States, the sky's the limit.

Simon felt the problem shouldn't be too serious; the pigeon seemed quite easy to talk to. Besides, the more important issue now was how to switch all the gold in front of both the pigeon and Tago.
According to that fool Targo's plan, the gold would be shipped directly onto the ship and then blown up in the Atlantic Ocean; while Simon would secretly switch all the containers when the cargo was being loaded onto the ship—he had already prepared 14 boxes filled with scrap metal and garbage at the dock.

If it weren't for the pigeons interfering, the switcheroo plan wouldn't have been difficult; all it would have taken was diverting Tago's attention. Now, with the pigeons involved, there are many more variables.

Simon needs to figure out what to do next.

Perhaps we'll need the cooperation of pigeons?

Meanwhile, the police have successfully located the bomb at the school.

Everyone's expression changed when they saw the two huge canisters of liquid bombs that had turned red from mixing.

Denham rubbed his forehead, looking helplessly at the bomb; David felt a chill run down his spine, instinctively took a step back, then forced himself to step forward and asked the bomb disposal expert, "Is there any way to stop it?"

"My advice is for everyone to stay as far away from it as possible," the expert sighed. "The bomb is already mixed up, which means it could explode at any moment!"

Next to the bomb, the robbers thoughtfully placed a countdown timer, showing that there was still almost an hour left.

There is also a blank line indicating that entering a password will stop the explosion.

Expert: "What is the unlock password?"

David shook his head: "I don't know! We haven't heard anything from McKlain yet!"

Denham gritted his teeth: "I suggest we evacuate all the students from the school right now!"

David said with difficulty, "Syman said he would detonate the bomb immediately as soon as the students were evacuated!"

Don't you want to evacuate yourself? Those crazy robbers have set up so many rules; if you break them and get caught, then...
David dared not make a decision lightly, nor could he imagine what would happen next.

If it explodes, I will definitely be the scapegoat, and I might not even be able to save my own life. This bomb is enough to level an area within a mile.

Denham said in a deep voice, "We must take action! Simon only said that students cannot leave the school, and didn't make any other requests. We can organize the students together first, so that we can retreat faster!"

David nodded vigorously: "Okay."

The group went together to organize the students to go to the auditorium and, under the guise of a fire drill, informed them of the upcoming actions. They were told that if there was an opportunity, they must take all the children out.

Meanwhile, David called Luca again, describing the current situation: "Old Pigeon, things are getting a bit tricky now."

Luca wasn't 100% sure the bomb in the school was fake until he had someone find another large bomb on the cargo ship, which confirmed it, and this didn't deviate from the original plot.

— Simon planted fake bombs at the school; the bombs on the ship were real.

But how can I tell David Ming about this?

Luca thought for a moment and comforted David over the phone, telling him not to panic and to trust McLean and Ah Qiang. He assured David that everything would be safe once they finished the game and obtained the decryption code.

After hearing Luca's words, David felt a little more at ease. For some reason, he felt that the old pigeon's words had become more convincing, as if what he said would definitely come true.
Luca: "Give McKinley and Al-Jackson some confidence. Believe that they can complete the game and get the unlock code."

David: "Let's hope so, old pigeon, bless us to succeed!"

After hanging up, Luca then called Lyon, who was with the truck convoy, to confirm their current location—they would arrive at the dock in about ten minutes.

The story has deviated significantly from the original plot. Ah Qiang's arrival prevented McLean from discovering the problems on Wall Street in time, while the two muscular men were busy playing games and defusing bombs.

It's fair to say that if Luca hadn't intervened, Simon would have really gotten rid of the gold, and the police would most likely never have been able to recover it.

In the original storyline, Simon had already succeeded, but he had a bad habit of giving McClain a box of aspirin before leaving. The box contained an address on it where the drug was leaked. It was with this stuff that McClain was able to fly to the Canadian border, kill Simon, and retrieve the gold.

The problem now is that Simon can't die before he gets the skill.
Luca needs to think carefully about how to further strengthen his bond with Simon after their meeting.

Luca doesn't care much about the Aspirin skill, but he really wants the Simon Says skill. This kind of aura skill that can have a wide-ranging impact is not much worse than his Anti-Drug Ambassador and Peace Ambassador skills.

It seems that Simon has been forced into a corner and has no choice but to cooperate.

“I have to keep pretending I don’t know there’s gold in the container,” Luca muttered. “The time to test my acting skills has come. I’ll eat a few more Oreos then.”

time Square.

McLean and Ah-Qiang finally arrived. "It's been almost a year. This is where I first met Old Pigeon." McLean looked at the repaired phone booth by the roadside. "I was just passing by the department store to buy a gift. Damn it, I run into a bunch of annoying things wherever I go!"

"Where is the department store?" That was all Qiang cared about.

"This way."

The two arrived at a shopping mall near the square. After entering the gate, A-Qiang looked at the dazzling array of glass windows, the escalators, and all kinds of goods, especially furniture!

For some reason, I suddenly thought of what Lao Ge said about opening a furniture store.
He asked curiously, "Is opening a furniture store in New York very profitable?"

"I don't know the specifics, but it's definitely more profitable than driving a truck. What, you want to turn your small supermarket into a big shopping mall?"

"Uh," Ah Qiang shook his head, "Let's find the bomb first! Where's the phone booth?"

The two quickly found a public phone booth in the mall's lobby, but this time, even after the appointed time, they still hadn't received a call from Simon. They were unaware that Simon was no longer in the mood for games; he was only focused on how to successfully smuggle the gold out of New York.

Simon didn't have time to pay attention to them, but the mercenary members who had been lying in ambush there were already prepared.

Upstairs, a sniper rifle was already aimed at the two people in front of the phone booth.

"Simon, they've arrived. Shall we proceed as planned?"

Simon, on the other end of the phone, was silent for a moment after hearing his subordinate's reply. He pondered whether to call the man back to cooperate with the gold transport operation or to continue with the original plan.

The school can't hold out against the police for long. A fake is a fake, and the police will find out about the bomb sooner or later. At the same time, the police will also soon find out about the theft of gold from the Federal Reserve. At this point, another big event is needed to attract the police's attention.

Let these subordinates become "discarded pawns".
"Let's get started! Take out McLean, make a big commotion," Simon ordered expressionlessly. "Find an opportunity to detonate the bomb in the mall."

When Simon put down his phone, he looked up and saw the dock in front of him.

The convoy entered the harbor and lined up in front of the cargo ship. Simon left a few of his men to guard the area.

After getting off the car, when Simon saw Luca's handsome face, he couldn't help but sigh at how young he was.
"Hi Pigeon, this is Rubo. The money has been transferred. Did you receive it?"

"It's in place, thank you for your trust."

The two shook hands. With something on his mind, Simon pulled Luca aside and mentioned his cargo shipments, "I currently have two shipments, one by sea and one by road. As for the road..."

As Simon was explaining, Tago suddenly ran over, his face grim, and said, "Simon, the customs police are here to inspect the goods!"

Simon's pupils contracted slightly. Why did Fakl have to show up at customs at this time?
Without bothering to explain to Luca, Simon quickly followed Tago to the cargo ship, where a group of police officers were surrounding the truck, shouting that they wanted to open the cargo box to check the goods inside.

Simon thought to himself, "This is troublesome. How the hell is it possible to let them out for inspection?"
"Hurry up! Open the cargo box right now!" A portly white police officer stood next to the truck, directing his men to open the cargo box for inspection, while Simon's men stubbornly blocked them from doing so.

The situation on the scene was on the verge of exploding. Several of his subordinates signaled to Simon with their eyes that they would immediately draw their guns and kill the police if necessary.

Simon stepped forward and said dismissively, "Sir, thank you all for making the trip." He pulled out his fake engineering department credentials and continued his charade, "We're from the engineering department, and all of this has been approved by the mayor."

"Don't give me that mayor's nonsense. Even if the president came today, he'd still have to open the container and inspect it!" the fat police officer said sternly. "What, are you hiding something shady in here?"

"The mayor urgently needs this shipment!" Simon suppressed his impatience. "Every minute you waste now will affect your future!"

"Then you'd better cooperate with our inspection right now and get this straight. You're the ones wasting time, not us!" The fat officer still had a sour face.

Simon found it troublesome; how come the problems kept increasing after the gold was shipped out of the Federal Reserve?

At this moment, Luca walked over, took the fat policeman aside and said a few words. Then Luca found Simon and said, "Customs officers are a bunch of people who skim off every last penny. Rubo, you may have to bleed a little more before they let you off the hook."

Simon: “.”

Simon glanced at the customs police, then looked at Luca, who was eating an Oreo. The more he looked, the more it seemed that Luca and the customs officers were putting on a show, and that Damn it was trying to swindle money from him.

Luca suddenly changed the subject, smiling as he said, "However, I have a good relationship with customs. After they found out you were my friend, they decided to let you off the hook. Now, do you think that 400 million was well spent? With the money in hand, my service will definitely satisfy the client."

Simon paused for a moment, then suddenly felt that Luca looked a little more pleasing to the eye. "Pigeon, cooperating with you was the wisest decision I've ever made."

While saying this, Simon couldn't help but chuckle to himself. These Mafia members, he didn't know whether to call them too old-fashioned or too committed to their promises. They only saw the sesame seeds in front of them, but didn't know that the real watermelon was inside the cargo box.

He enjoys working with these straightforward, opportunistic people.

With Luca's "cooperation," loading the cargo onto the ship went much more smoothly. Simon took Tago aside to discuss the matter separately, while simultaneously instructing his men to switch the cargo boxes containing scrap metal onto the ship.

Once here, Simon finally felt that the plan was back under his control.

Before boarding the ship, Simon shook Luca's hand and said with a smile, "Pigeon, I look forward to our next collaboration."

[Bond: Familiarity]

Luca was secretly pleased. Simon was now obsessed with gold. The situation was out of control, which had weakened the German officer's defenses. Greed had blinded him to the bigger picture.

(End of this chapter)