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Chapter 187 Interfering in the Alliance Election
During the phone call, Colin was still listening to Lao Ge arrange the follow-up matters.

The alliance was just the first step. By building this organization and bringing together the Irish gangs of the South District, the overall strength of the Irish gangs became unprecedentedly strong. However, when it came to the various leaders within the organization, some of their power was undermined by the alliance.

The second step, naturally, is to take control of the entire alliance. Many people want to be the chairman, and it's inconvenient for Luca, an outsider, but that doesn't stop him from supporting a compliant puppet to take the position and indirectly control the Southern District.

The police will also try their best to interfere in the election of the chairman. If they can support "their own people" to take the position, the big trouble in the South District will be completely eliminated. Whether it is the security situation in the South District or the collusion between the police and the underworld, it will at least be under the control of the police.

Colin asked, "Old Pigeon, who do you want to support in coming to power? The Frenchman or the white man?"

Who can become my puppet? Luca smiled sarcastically: "I'm still observing. If your police force has any targets you want to support, remember to let me know."

Colin: "With my current authority, if it really involved such a large operation, I probably wouldn't have access to this kind of information."

"Then tell me what you know, and I'll make my own judgment."

"All right."

"Officer Sullivan, your chance to rise to the top is right in front of you. It's up to you whether you can seize it."

Luca chuckled softly and hung up the phone.

The South District is about to get interesting; street brawls are turning into gang warfare. The Frenchman seems to have the upper hand, but that depends on the white guy's support.

Unfortunately, Bai Mao was not a docile person. How could he be willing to give up such a good opportunity to rise to power to someone else?
Over the next week, Luca's tanker trucks gradually drove into South Boston and entered the gas stations that had been pre-arranged.

These business owners were extremely welcoming of Luca, who not only brought peace to the South but also cheap gasoline, saving the business of many gas stations. The better business was in the North, the worse business was in the South. Since the two areas were not far apart, many people would go to the North to refuel in order to save money.

Things are different now; cheap gasoline is available in the southern district now!
Furthermore, in order to suppress the North District, Luca offered more discounts to gas station owners, making sure that the retail price was one or two cents lower than in the North District.

A straightforward price war.

Faced with this situation, the North District has not yet taken any action.

But this situation certainly won't last long.

At this moment, inside a club in the North District.

Slavie approached Gennaro Angelo again to discuss the gasoline tax business, as competition from the South was impacting business in the North.

"Luca is just being disgusting!" Slavi cursed. "What good does it do to lower his prices than us, except let those citizens get a bargain? I don't believe his costs are lower than ours!"

Gennaro scoffed, "Your oil costs are low, but his labor costs are lower than ours."

"Don't forget! His oil was supplied by Mr. Pushkin! If we push him too far, we'll cut off all his oil supplies!"

Slavi was furious. He had even approached Pushkin to try and cut off Luka's oil supply, but that involved the Tarasov clique and the port of New York. If Pushkin dared to cut off the oil, Luka would dare to block all the ports, and Pushkin's oil tankers would have no chance to land in New York State.

While the two sides cooperated, there were also many obstacles. Pushkin did not want to completely break ties with Luka, and the North-South conflict in Boston had not yet escalated to an unpleasant degree.

They are still testing each other's limits.

But eventually, there has to be a solution.

The two continued their discussion for a long time. When they talked about the merger of the Southern District gangs, Gennaro sighed and said, "Luca has some good ideas. He actually created a Southern District Alliance and tied all those Irishmen together."

“This won’t solve the problem,” Slavi shook his head. “The gangs will still fight each other.”

"But now they can sit down openly and form cliques."

Gennaro shook his head. "The unification of the Southern District gangs is inevitable. I just thought it would be a case of one gang dominating and swallowing up the others. Now this alliance has put many things on the table. If someone wants to rise to power, they will inevitably have to unite with other gangs in the Federation and get their votes."

Those smaller gangs have also gained a certain degree of influence; they can use their votes to negotiate with the larger gangs for benefits. Previously, they didn't even have the right to sit down and exchange ideas.

Gennaro hadn't expected Luca to do this. Wouldn't it have been better to just keep fighting? Now it's like the other side is genuinely here to defend the peace of South Boston.

The only explanation he could think of was that Luca wanted to get involved in the gasoline tax business in the South as soon as possible and compete with him, so a peaceful South was essential.

Secondly, the committee gave many minor figures a chance; it wasn't just the Frenchmen and white-haired people who could rise to power.

All the Irish people have a chance, provided they get enough votes.

Who will ultimately receive those tickets? What kind of schemes is that kid Luca up to now?
Boston Police Department.

Inside a small room, Officer Dickman was discussing the current situation in the South District with several superiors.

"The Southern District Alliance is composed of several Irish gangs, including the Winter Mountain Gang, the Killing Gang, and the Mullin Gang, with a total of several thousand members. If you include the partners of these gangs in their shady businesses, the number of people in this underground empire is over five figures."

Dickman's expression was very serious. "Now that they've merged, the original gang territorial boundaries have been further weakened, replaced by corporatized businesses. They've each divided their businesses into categories, covering everything from entertainment to basic livelihoods."
This is a gangster enterprise modeled after a Mafia committee. If we let them continue like this, an Irish Mafia will definitely emerge in South Boston in the future, and we will have no way to control the situation.

The leaders present all wore solemn expressions. They weren't afraid of gang violence; what they feared was gangs becoming corporatized, turning into massive, well-organized behemoths. The Five Families of New York were a prime example; those families were completely intertwined with New York, impossible to eradicate completely.

Now, these Irish people also tend to develop in this direction.

As Dickman listened to his explanation, several leaders looked thoughtful, until finally one of them asked, "So what are your thoughts now?"

Dickman took a deep breath, recalling the suggestion Colin had casually mentioned in the past two days: Could we indirectly intervene in and control the Southern District's gang alliance?
"I think now is a golden opportunity!"

Dickman said in a deep voice, "The rampant growth of gangs has always been a major problem in society. These gang members are impossible to completely eradicate. Even if you arrest a group, new people will quickly join and rise to power. However, if we can control the alliance, and take advantage of its recent formation and the opportunity to infiltrate, we can firmly control it in the hands of our police force. In this way, we can control the gangs in the South District from the source!"

This was undoubtedly a crazy and audacious idea, and many people in the room showed signs of thinking after hearing it.

The bureau chief asked, "How do you plan to control this?"

"Interfere in the alliance's chairman election!! Support a compliant person to take the position!"

A villa in the southern suburbs.

This is Luca's residence in Boston—Luca has been traveling between New York and Boston recently, staying in each place for an average of a few days to handle some business in both locations.

Anyway, the two places are close, and it only takes a few hours to travel between them.

The situation in South Boston has stabilized somewhat. As for how the gangs are trying to garner votes and form alliances, Luca isn't going to bother with that for now. He'll have his own plans when the police get involved. Anyway, since it's confined to the Alliance Committee, no matter how much trouble these gangs cause, it won't be as chaotic as before.

The police wanted to promote their own people, and Luca also had someone he liked.

Besides the Southern Alliance, there are also Russians and the Northern Mafia.
"Haven't the Evangelists and Slavie started fighting yet?"

Standing in front of the French windows, Luca stretched comfortably in the morning sun, but his expression was full of confusion.

According to Lyon's intelligence, didn't the Equalizer already know that underage prostitute? Why hasn't he made a move yet? Or has some other butterfly effect occurred?
Soon after, Leon arrived at the room, bringing some intelligence.

"Nothing has happened to that underage prostitute so far. Slavie has been busy with the gasoline tax business lately and hasn't spent much time on pimping."

"Oh"

Luca was speechless. So the butterfly effect really had occurred?
In the original storyline, Rieslavie almost beat the underage prostitute to death, which enraged the vindicators, who then went to her door to massacre her.

That matter is no longer in effect.
Luca wanted to sit back and watch the show, and then find an opportunity to befriend the Equalizer.

We need to change our plans now.

With the southern district temporarily stable, Luca can now devote more energy to dealing with those seeking justice.

“Tell me about the other information,” Luca asked. “Doesn’t he work at that supermarket chain’s factory? Is there anything going on there?”

"He's been getting really close to a colleague lately; they often go out to play sports together. It seems like he's helping his colleague lose weight?"

Lyon explained it in detail.

The person seeking justice had a good relationship with his neighbors and colleagues, and that colleague was a fat man whose family owned a restaurant in the South District.

“During the previous fighting in the South District, his restaurant was maliciously set on fire. Now they are renovating it. In addition to gang thugs causing trouble, the police are also coming to extort money from them. Many restaurants in the South District have to pay protection money to some corrupt police officers.”

Luca understood.

This is the South Side of Boston, where gangs and corrupt cops roam freely. These corrupt cops use their power to collude with street thugs and run a protection money business.

If they don't pay, they'll burn down and smash up the shops.

If they were truly protecting us, that would be one thing, but they just want to extort money from us.

Luca called Colin to ask about the situation, but Colin wasn't entirely clear on it either; those low-ranking patrol officers had nothing to do with him.

Colin: "Let me look up the information on those patrol officers for you, and I'll send you the details later."

Luca hummed in agreement and casually asked, "Have you started your operation yet?"

Colin: "This is something Dickman and those higher-ups are discussing. I don't know the specifics, but I guess they'll contact someone on the league committee and try to get them promoted."

Luca smiled faintly. Who else could the police support?

After hanging up the phone, Luca called out to Leon, "Let's go explore the South Side and try some authentic Boston street food."

(End of this chapter)