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

Chapter 174 Treason

Billy was sent to pick up the man as instructed by his boss, who said that an Italian Mafia boss from New York was coming to visit.

In his stereotype, Mafia bosses were all old men, dressed seriously, wearing top hats and leather shoes, with cigars in their mouths, exuding elegance in every gesture, and accompanied by a group of bodyguards in black.

However, upon seeing Luca, Billy froze for several seconds, glancing behind Luca several times.

Where's the old man? Where's the bodyguard?

Could this young man really be the big shot? He doesn't even look as old as me, but he definitely has the calm and composed demeanor of an old man.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Greco?" Billy asked respectfully as he stepped forward.

"you are?"

"Just call me Billy, I'm one of Costello's men."

After receiving Luca's confirmation, Billy was even more surprised. Was this young man really a big shot?

He led the three of them inside, his eyes cautiously glancing at Night Demon and Brian beside him—one a bodyguard, the other a henchman.
There were no other customers in the restaurant today. Looking around, Luca saw only an old man with thinning hair sitting in the center of the hall, and a bearded man sitting next to him.

Both of them are rare cards.

[Rare Card Discovered: Frank Costello]

[Costro: B]

[Source: The Departed]

[Skill: Inside Penetration]

[Bond: Strangers]

Costello, an Irishman, is the current leader of the Winterhills gang and one of the top figures in Boston's South Side.

In Luca's eyes, if the Boston Mafia is a second-rate family, then the Winter Mountain Gang is a third-rate gang.

However, this gang will rise rapidly and grow stronger in the future. After the North Side Mafia is taken down by the FBI, the Winter Mountain Gang will become the absolute hegemon of Boston.

Unfortunately, Costello wouldn't live to see that day; he would be killed by the undercover agents he personally trained.

Who can blame them for "wanting to be a good person"?

The bearded man sitting next to Costello was his second-in-command, nicknamed "The Frenchman," a D-card player.

After bringing the man there, Billy left the restaurant without hesitation. He had been following Costello for some time and needed to avoid him unless explicitly asked to do so.

After Luca sat down, the two men were quite polite to him. The Frenchman didn't dare to be presumptuous, while Costello, with his old rogue-like appearance, seemed to have indulged in excessive drinking and women, and spoke with a Shakespearean intonation.

"Look who's graced us with their presence? The peace doves of Little Italy have flown to Boston in winter, perhaps wanting to spend the winter here?" Costello's lips curled into a long, thin smile, seemingly polite, yet carrying a sinister undertone.

"That cunning old fox who plants spies everywhere." Luca grasped the other's hand and said slowly, "Pigeons like warm environments, Mr. Costello. Your hands are a little cold. Have you not been feeling well lately?"

Costello narrowed his eyes slightly. "Are you concerned about my health? The kids under me never ask me. They're all focused on their work, unlike you who's leisurely wandering around."

"Are they busy fighting the Killing and Mullin gangs for territory?" Luca asked with a half-smile. "I heard you've been fighting fiercely in the South lately."

Kostrot was puzzled and couldn't figure out what Luca was up to.

The meeting was initially supposed to be about discussing a business collaboration, but now Luca has brought up the Kirin and Mullin gangs.

The two Irish gangs also operated in the South District, frequently clashing with each other, while Costello watched from the sidelines, waiting for his chance to strike.

Skatero smiled dismissively: "Those two gangs can't cause any trouble. The South District is my territory, not their playground. Pigeon, what do you want from here? Just get straight to the point and don't waste our time."

"chip."

Luca stated his purpose clearly, "I heard you recently acquired a batch of chips? I need them."

Costello became wary. How did this guy know?
The theft of Max Semiconductor's chips is public news, but the thief has been secretly eliminated, so no outsiders should know that the chips were in their possession.

Unless, it's that group of Chinese?

He secretly reached an agreement with them, and the transaction will be completed on a later date.

However, those Chinese were too stingy with their offers. Each of these chips was worth one or two hundred thousand yuan, and they had a total of 20 chips, but the other party was only willing to offer 100 million yuan.

Earning less is a huge loss!
“I don’t have any chips on me,” Costello calmly denied. “But I have heard that the Mays Corporation lost a batch of chips. I don’t know which lucky person stole them. I heard that if those chips were put into a computer, they could accurately put cruise missiles into a goat’s anus from hundreds of miles away.”

“These are the chips I want. Name your price, Mr. Costello.”

"I said I didn't."

"So what are you planning to sell to the Chinese? Light bulb holders?"

"."

Costello was immediately filled with doubt and suspicion. Was it really those Chinese who leaked the information?
These bastards! They said it was a secret deal, but it's already been leaked before it even started.

"As expected of a pigeon, it flies high and sees far; no news can escape its eyes."

Costello, thick-skinned and completely unfazed by being exposed, shrugged. "As you can see, I've already made a deal with the Chinese, and I'm a man of my word. Sorry, these chips aren't for you. If you don't mind, you can wait for the next thief who steals chips from the Max Group; I might give you priority then."

Luca sneered, "Why sell to the Chinese of all people? If you sell these chips to them, when the US and China go to war in the future, those cruise missiles might not be aimed at the goat's ass, but at your head."

If anyone's going to sell it, it should be me, the Peace Ambassador, who does that favor.

Costello laughed and said, "If the Chinese really manage to get to Boston, given my relationship with them this time, I think they wouldn't mind sheltering an old man like me."

Luca raised his eyebrows. "120 million."

Costello shook his head: "In the underworld, reputation is more important than money."

Luca sneered inwardly, "Don't think I don't know you're planning to scam the Chinese. What a load of rubbish!"

“150 million.” Luca pulled out another gun and placed it on the table. “There are two bullets in here. They can be fired at the Mullin Gang, or at the Killing Gang, or at the entire South Boston. I think the Patriaca family wouldn’t mind turning the South into their territory as well.”

Costello's expression finally turned serious.

He stared at Luca's young face for a long time. He always overlooked certain other aspects because the other party was too young. This guy in front of him was not one of those greenhorns under his command that he could easily manipulate. He was a real high-ranking member of the Lucchese family.

Not being an insider in the Mafia, Costello didn't know exactly how powerful Luca was, nor did he know much about him, but he had heard of Luca's reputation in Boston over the past year or two and it seemed he was doing very well in New York.

Costello asked curiously, "Do you have a good relationship with the Triads in New York?"

Luca ate an Oreo and laughed, "I also know you sell drugs to them. Do you think I have a good relationship with them?"

"If you have a good relationship with them, you won't steal their goods."

Costello made his decision. "150 million, but I have one more condition: your family must sell me a batch of weapons. If you agree, we can barter directly."

Costello explained his demands in detail, requiring Luca to transport the arms directly to Ireland. He didn't care how they were transported; it seemed he was merely a middleman, acting as an intermediary.

The recipient of the goods was the IRA—the Irish Republican Army, an armed group opposing the British government.

Luca looked a little surprised. This guy was connected to the IRA?
This organization has caused a lot of trouble in the UK, such as staging a British showdown.

If Costello wants to be the middleman in this kind of thing, Luca can be the middleman too. They can just find Yuri to make the deal and have that arms dealer deliver it.

"make a deal."

The two "middlemen" shook hands again and finalized the deal.

Costello said with a smile, "In your pigeon's words, this is what it means to make money peacefully, right? I hope those Triads don't know about this."

"I don't know them well."

"It's clear you don't really want these chips sold to China."

[Bond: Follow]

[Costro: B]

[Infiltration: When you send your subordinates to infiltrate official forces, the success rate of infiltration increases by 10%, and the chance of your subordinates betraying you increases by 20%]

[Learning Requirements: Affinity level of Friends or higher; Requires 50 Skill Fragments]

"What kind of crappy skill is this?" Luca thought to himself. "Do I really need to send someone to infiltrate the government? Can't I just turn them into an enemy from within the government?"
In fact, Costello planted more than one undercover agent in the police station.
Luca smiled slightly. "Your undercover agent is my undercover agent. I'll use you again after you die."

The transaction is progressing very smoothly.

Luca returned to New York that same day. The two cities are very close, and the trip only took a few hours. He then met with Yuri to discuss the arms deal.

The War King does business whenever he can and sells whenever he can make money, and he happily reached a cooperation agreement with Luca.

Three days later, Costello secretly came to New York and watched the cargo ship carrying arms leave the New York harbor.

That box of chips also ended up in Luca's hands.

After a careful inspection, there were 20 pieces in total, and they were confirmed to be genuine.

Transaction is over.

On the dock, Luca carried the light suitcase, thinking to himself that this thing carried the hopes of many Chinese people in Chinatown, and even Chinese officials personally participated in the transaction.

As Luca parted ways with Costello, he asked curiously, "Did you cancel your deal with the Chinese?"

Cancel? How could it be canceled? They'll just try to fool him with counterfeit goods. Costello gave a mysterious smile. He had already discussed it with the Boston FBI. When the Chinese man tried to smuggle the counterfeit goods across the border, the FBI would arrest him and confiscate the box of fakes.

Those Chinese people didn't know the box of goods was fake until they were arrested.

In doing so, they were also able to eliminate the Triad forces in Boston, and the Boston FBI had done a great service.

Costello has cooperated with the FBI on many such stunts.

“I’ll give them a surprise.” Costello revealed a sinister smile. “None of us want to see the Chinese get the chips, do we?”

Luca smiled without saying a word.

I'll give you a surprise in the end too.

The next day.

A rooftop in Boston.

Rooftop meetings have become a regular occurrence for the Boston police and undercover agents. At this moment, Billy, carrying the latest intelligence, finds his contact, Officer Dickman.

“Costro will be making a deal with the Chinese near the Boston docks tomorrow night,” Billy said, specifying the location.

After understanding the situation, Dickman complained, "We might be at war with China in 30 years. Now that damn Costello is selling them military technology, I'm going to carry Costello to the front lines and use his ugly face to block Chinese missiles."

He swore as he squatted down and patted Billy all over, checking for any problems.

Dickman wasn't entirely comfortable with this undercover agent either; what if he really turned evil?

As he inspected the items, Billy's expression grew increasingly impatient.

Dickman: "Besides Costello, who else from the Winter Mountain Gang is involved in the deal?"

Despite his frustration, Billy dropped another list.

However, Dickman continued his incessant questioning, until Billy finally snapped, "Fuck, I'm about to break down! I can't fucking pretend to be someone else all the time. It's been almost a year, I've fucking had enough! My therapist says I have mental problems!"

Dickman: "Relax, most people in this world are faking it every day, what's the big deal?"

"I'm not that kind of person!"

"What do you want? You're a nobody right now. Remember, right now only the detective and I know you're a cop. How about I destroy your file?"

Dickman was never a patient cop who could comfort others; his mouth was foul. "You'll just be Costello's lackey then, and you'll be waiting to be arrested, Fuck. I can't even count how many crimes you've committed this year."

Billy instantly exploded: "I'll fucking kill you!"

In an instant, the two were locked in a fierce struggle.

Let go of each other's identities and enjoy pure violence.

After they finished fighting and vented their anger, Billy lay on the ground, covering his bleeding nose, and sighed, "I forgot to mention something. Costello met with Luca the Pigeon from New York a while ago."

Dickman looked puzzled: "Luca the Pigeon?"

He vaguely remembered, "What were they meeting for?"

“I don’t know,” Billy muttered. “People of their caliber would never let me eavesdrop on a conversation. And next time, call me, I don’t want to see you.”

"You think I'm stingy with that little bit of phone bill?" Dickman cursed. "Or do you think looking at your stinky face makes me feel any better?"

Billy yelled, "All I want to know is when you're going to arrest Costello? You know perfectly well he's committed crimes, he's killed so many people, what are you waiting for? I don't want to live like this anymore."

"The case is still under investigation. Don't you understand the importance of evidence? How can you arrest someone without evidence? If you're so capable, go kill Costello. I'll respect you as an Irishman."

Billy looked utterly exasperated.

Dickman, unusually, said something nice: "Just hold on a little longer. If we get enough evidence of the crime, we can catch Costello. I can even charge him with treason."

Treason? Billy sighed.

Hopefully, this will end smoothly.

(End of this chapter)