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Chapter 181 No, I'm a policeman
The nicknames given by people in the underworld are very descriptive, and most of them match a certain characteristic of the person. Fat Tony is really fat, Pigeon Luca really knows how to raise pigeons, and White Hair Bulger really does have a head of gray hair.

At the entrance of the cemetery, White Hair and his gang of underlings stood behind the leader of the Kirin gang, watching him chat with a young man named Pigeon Luca.

As a former convict, White Hair returned to Boston a few years ago after being released from prison. Upon his return, he resumed his old ways, joining the Irish mafia. Through ruthless means, he has now risen to become the leader of the Killing Gang.

In the recent chaos in the South District, White Hair has performed exceptionally well and is highly valued by the boss.

However, Bai Mao could see that the strength of the Jilin Gang was still not enough to compare with that of the Dongshan Gang. The Dongshan Gang had lost one of its leaders and was in chaos due to internal power struggles, yet they were still able to fight two against one.

Once the Winter Mountain Gang stabilizes internally and a new leader takes over, it will be time to settle scores.

Both the Kirin Gang and the Mulin Gang will face retaliatory attacks from the Winter Mountain Gang.

If there could only be one Irish gang in the South District, White Hair's gaze swept past the crowd and landed on the Winter Mountain Gang members surrounding the tombstone not far away.

"Whitey!" the eldest brother called out, beckoning him over and introducing him to Luca. "This is Luca, the pigeon of the Lucchese family in New York."

The white-haired man had deep-set eyes with dark circles under them, and his pale face looked as if he had applied a layer of foundation. Even when he smiled, his expression looked somewhat sinister, like a vampire. He extended his hand to Luca, "Hello, Pigeon."

At this moment, Luca had already toned down his hostility and arrogance, and said with a friendly smile, "There aren't many people in Boston who can catch my attention, but I've heard of you. In the future, when my business expands to the South District, we'll have the opportunity to cooperate."

Faced with Luca's inexplicable "goodwill," the white-haired man remained wary, nodded politely in response, and then retreated to his boss's side.

The two did not talk for long, and Luca soon left the place.

The leader couldn't hide his joy and said to White Hair, "Pigeon Luca is coming to the South District. This might be our opportunity. If we can cooperate with him, our Killing Gang can become the largest gang in the South District."

"He's an Italian, cooperating with us? Why don't you go find those people in the North District?"

"The Angelo family? Hmph, those old fogies are stuck in their ways and have never liked cooperating with out-of-town Mafia families." The boss said smugly, "If Pigeon wants to get involved in Boston, the South Side is his best choice."

The leader then went on to recount a string of hearsay tales about Pigeon, including his status as New York's youngest gangster, union president, and killer butcher.
White Hair, who rarely ventured into New York, roughly sketched out the image of a young tycoon in his mind.

He glanced back at Luca as he walked away, his expression thoughtful.

[Bond: Follow]

The panel flashed before my eyes.

Luca smiled faintly. This white-haired guy was the absolute protagonist of the original storyline, just like the painter. Both of them spanned decades of gang development history.

Boston's gang history is inextricably linked to White Hair.

Including the white-haired guy, Luca had now roughly constructed a complete map of Boston's power structure and its related trajectory in his mind.

The North District Mafia and the three major Irish gangs in the South District are the main territorial forces, while the Russians mainly focus on corporate businesses, have little territory of their own, and rarely participate in regional gang territorial struggles.

As for other forces, such as the Chinatown Triads, they are relatively small and live in a small corner of the country, much like the situation in New York.

The other force is the official body – the police and the FBI.

These two are quite interesting. The police are focused on cracking down on Irish gangs, primarily the Winterhill Gang, while the FBI is involved in both the North and South, but tends to target the Northern Mafia.

In the original storyline, after becoming the overlord of the South District, Angelo chose to collude with the FBI to send the Angelo family to prison in the face of the invasion of the North District Mafia.

It can be seen that the white-haired man and the FBI are in cahoots, while the Mafia has certain connections within the police force.

However, the White Hair Plains storyline hasn't started yet, and he's still with the Kirin Gang, not yet the leader of the Winter Mountain Gang.

As for why he "switched sides" from the Jilin Gang to the Dongshan Gang.
It wasn't described in the original storyline, and Luca wasn't entirely clear on the details, but it can be roughly inferred that the three major gangs in the South District fought each other out and eventually merged, leaving only the more powerful Winter Mountain Gang.

This is also what Luca is currently planning to promote – first, integrate the Southern District, and then casually farm some synergy and system rewards.

With fighting and killing happening all the time in the South District, how can he settle down and do business?

Unification is imperative, and the southern region needs a stable environment. This is not only Luca's expectation but also the situation that the official forces want to see. They also need a stable and peaceful security environment at present.

Killing Costello was intended to ignite a more intense conflict, which would undoubtedly greatly promote the unification of the three major gangs in the South.

Everything is still within Luca's expectations.

The Russians have their vindicators to deal with them, and the Angelo family has their white-haired accomplices. Luca sneered. Even if he just stood by and watched, those two bastards wouldn't live long, provided there weren't too many butterfly effects.

Using others to do one's dirty work is Luca's forte, so it's necessary for him to cultivate relationships with these two "new allies."

—The ultimate fighting force of those seeking justice.

—The powerful protective umbrella behind the white-haired man.

In a sense, the white-haired man's influence in the legitimate world is even stronger than Luca's, given that he is the brother of a congressman and a lackey of the FBI.

"Why don't I have a brother who is the president of the Senate?"

Luca smiled.

Currently, the white-haired man hasn't made a name for himself yet, hasn't colluded with the FBI, and his brother is still just a senator who hasn't become chairman. Luca thinks he could be an angel investor.

Luca's car drove away from the scene.

Inside several cars parked on the side of the road, Dickman, Colin, and a group of Boston police officers, with binoculars and cameras, were recording this rare "gangster meeting".

Dickman and Colin are both members of the Special Investigations Unit—which was initially formed to take down Costello’s Winterhill Gang, but now that Costello is out of the picture, the focus has shifted to the three major gangs in the South.

"Was that Luca the pigeon just now?" a policeman asked.

Colin nodded: "It's him. I didn't expect him to come all the way from New York to attend Costello's funeral."

Dickman then recalled the information Billy had provided earlier: Luca and Costello had met and dined together.

What kind of relationship do the two have?

Dickman felt a sense of unease. If Luca also got involved in the South District, the pressure on the police would undoubtedly increase exponentially. The three major gangs in the South District combined weren't even as powerful as the Lucchese family, and Luca was the most influential figure in the Lucchese family. For someone of that caliber to cause trouble...
He cursed under his breath, then rubbed his temples, thinking that he couldn't possibly call Billy back now—that kid had been clamoring to regain his status after Costello died, but now was precisely the time when Billy's help was needed.

In addition, there was an undercover agent within the police force. With Costello dead, all leads went cold, making the undercover agent even more difficult to investigate. Dickman racked his brains but still had no clue how to catch him.

We can only take it one step at a time. If the undercover agent continues to pass messages to the Dongshan Gang, then there will be a chance to expose him.

The crowd continued to wait and take photos until the funeral was over before leaving.

In Boston at dusk, the rooftops were covered in snow, the wind howling.

Billy was relieved that he didn't have to meet his superior on the cold rooftop, but he was annoyed that even though Costello was dead, he still couldn't regain his police identity and had to continue going undercover.

The meeting place was changed to a park in the North Side of Boston.

Billy and Dickman met up.

Billy first talked about the current situation within the Winter Mountain Gang, and then started complaining about when he could regain his identity.

Billy had been living a miserable life with a dual identity for a long time, suffering immense mental torment. He had witnessed too many murders committed by members of the Winter Mountain Gang, and he had also participated in kidnappings, fights, and extortions. His only bottom line was that he had never personally killed anyone.

Even so, those bloody images often surfaced in my mind, and my inner defenses were on the verge of collapse time and time again.

He didn't know how much longer he could hold on, and he worried that if he really broke his principles and became a murderer, even if he regained his identity in the future, those nightmares would haunt him for the rest of his life.

He swore that the tearing sensation would be even more intense when he was wearing his police uniform.

Who the hell am I?

"I fucking don't want to be an undercover cop anymore," Billy pleaded, his voice tinged with a hint of desperation. "Let me go back to my old identity. As a cop, I can still help the police fight crime."

"You are a police officer now, from the past to the present, and into the future, you will always be a police officer, except your identity cannot be exposed, understand?"

Dickman was clearly not a man who cared about his emotions. "Are you a child? Does being an undercover cop mean you're not a cop? Why are you always getting hung up on these trivial things? You better remember who you are: cop! cop! cop! Repeat that word in your head 100 times!"

Billy exploded again: "Fuck you! This isn't the kind of cop I want. I want a respectable identity, not someone who carries a police file but has never worn a uniform and is actually doing nothing but crimes!"

Dickman angrily retorted, and the two exchanged insults back and forth. "Mama, fak" became a comma, and every sentence had to include it, making the "mama" content extremely high.

Billy was clearly no match for Dickman in a verbal battle. He'd been thoroughly humiliated by Dickman when he first joined the company; Dickman's words were like a form of psychological manipulation, incredibly brainwashing. He couldn't understand how Dickman, a policeman and now a gangster, could lose a verbal battle to a cop.

“I’ve discovered you’re much more suited to be an undercover agent!” Billy said sarcastically.

Dickman, unashamed, said sarcastically, "If I had a father and uncle who were gangsters, do you think I'd choose to be a cop or a gangster!"

Billy got angry again; that bastard was mocking him again.

If it weren't for his family's underworld connections, he wouldn't have been chosen by this bastard to go undercover. But these police officers never considered that it was precisely because their family members had been brutally murdered in the underworld that they wanted to avoid that circle and become police officers.

But fate played a cruel trick on him; after becoming a policeman, he was sent back to work as an undercover agent.

He really didn't want to argue with Dickman anymore, so he left after saying a few words.

"I have some news for you. The white-haired guy and the Frenchman met privately, but I don't know what they talked about."

Dickman looked puzzled. Why was the white-haired guy looking for the Frenchman?

After leaving the park, Billy went straight to see a psychologist to discuss his condition—a beautiful blonde woman.

But it seems she already has a boyfriend, and he's a policeman.

When he arrived at the counseling room, he happened to run into the other woman's boyfriend, Colin Sullivan.

One man was dressed in a suit, looking confident and high-spirited; the other was wearing a leather jacket, looking haggard.

They passed each other sideways, their eyes meeting for a fleeting moment, as if fate had been reversed at that instant.

Colin was unaware that the guy he had just spoken to was also an undercover agent. He returned home, intending to organize the data and cooperate with the team to combat crime in the Southern District, especially his "former employer."

Given his familiarity with the Dongshan Gang, he should have an advantage over other police officers.

Another opportunity to make a contribution has arrived!

Colin looked up and gazed out the window at a building not far away—the city hall.

In the future, I will also have the opportunity to go there.
Colin's heart was burning with excitement!
You must firmly grasp your own destiny, defy fate, and become one of the most prominent figures in Boston!
Just then, a phone call came into his cell phone.

Unknown number.

Colin asked, puzzled, "Officer Sullivan, who is this?"

"police officer?"

A teasing voice came through the phone: "Did I dial the wrong number? I thought it was one of the Winter Mountain Gang members. I remember there's a guy in the Winter Mountain Gang named Colin Sullivan."

Colin's heart skipped a beat, only to hear the other person continue, "There's a package at the door for you, Officer Sullivan."

Puzzled, Colin quickly opened the door and found the package on the floor. He looked around, but there was no one in the hallway.

Colin picked up the package and returned to his room. After opening it, he found several copied audio tapes inside.

What the hell is this?

Colin looked puzzled, put the device in and played the recordings. The recordings of his conversations with Costello, as well as a series of recordings of their past meetings and collusion, were all clearly audible.

The voice on the phone was full of mockery: "Costro is dead, and you're not even going to his funeral to pay your respects? Have you forgotten who you are? Just because you're wearing a police uniform doesn't mean you really think you're a cop!"

Colin was struck dumb, his face turned deathly pale, and his breathing became rapid and labored, as if an invisible hand had gripped his throat and dragged him into an abyss.

No.
I never want to go back to my old undercover life!
I am a police officer with a bright future, not a gangster!

(End of this chapter)