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Chapter 192 The Death of Slavy

Robert wasn't a bloodthirsty man; he decided to give Slavi a chance to coexist peacefully. So, after fixing the security cameras inside the club, he barged into Slavi's office alone. Facing a group of heavily tattooed Russian men, he approached Slavi and pulled out money to "buy" Elena's freedom.

“I know these girls are like your ‘investment,’ so I can give you 10800 in cash.”

"You're giving me ten thousand yuan? For what?"

"Her freedom."

Robert's words drew laughter from the crowd. Slavi looked at him with a mocking gaze and a smirk on his lips, saying to his brothers, "If this guy is going to give me ten thousand dollars for a scumbag, then she must be a first-rate scumbag."

"Hahaha!" The crowd continued to laugh.

Slavi mocked wildly, saying that Elena, that little bitch, was his top courtesan, earning 1 yuan a month, so why should he give her freedom? She's not even an adult yet, and with some packaging, she can be sold as a virgin.

Robert's expression remained unchanged throughout. He acted very politely, carrying no weapons and making no threats. Adhering to the principle of peace, he paid money to redeem the girl and grant her freedom.

This was almost all of his savings—he was now just an ordinary supermarket warehouse worker with a modest salary.

But the other party's attitude was too rude.

They keep calling me a scumbag.

Wasn't this something they forced Elena to do? Or did Elena willingly choose to do it? If not, he wouldn't have stepped forward to help Elena—she wanted to escape this quagmire, but she lacked the ability.

Amidst laughter, Robert left, took his money, and went to the door.

Close the door and lock it.

The movements were neither hurried nor slow.

When he turned around, his vision seemed to slow down as if it were in frame rate, and he could see everything around him, including all the people and objects in the environment.

The brain rapidly processed extremely complex information and internally constructed a complete kill plan.

"16 seconds!"

Robert called out a number, then raised his wrist and pressed the timer on his watch.

What followed was a bloody massacre.

Sixteen seconds later, all eight people present, except for Slavie, were dead. They were killed by gunshots, slit throats with daggers, or pierced through the eyeballs with wine openers. Almost all of them were one-shot kills, pursuing the ultimate efficiency. Moreover, these weapons and props belonged to these gangsters.

Finally, he arrived in front of Slavi, who wasn't quite dead yet, still clinging to life.

“You should have accepted the money. You risked your life for ten thousand dollars.”

Robert said calmly, "And Elena will continue to live."

Slavi coughed up blood, and his vision gradually blurred.

Do not look down.

[Through your indirect influence and encouragement, Robert killed eight notorious Russian gangsters, safeguarding the peace of Boston.]

[Gain Skill Points x20]

[Gained 10 Skill Fragments]

When the panel popped up in front of them, Luca and Lyon were still on the phone.

That kill efficiency is just too high.

"Old Pigeon, Robert has already retreated."

"You should leave after the police arrive."

"Shouldn't I help him clean up the marks?"

"No need, he's more careful when killing than we are."

Shortly after, the police received a call from the club and arrived at the scene, where they found a blood-soaked body.

Initially, a detective led the team, but it was later discovered that the deceased was a member of a Russian gang. Soon after, Dickman and Colin also arrived at the scene.

No investigation is needed; this is clearly a murder.

Who did it?
No fingerprints were found at the scene, and Dickman didn't have many clues at the moment, only guessing that it was a gangland revenge killing.

"Wasn't the fighting in the South District over?" Dickman cursed. "How come so many people are still dying?"

The previous South District conflict resulted in too many deaths and countless cases, but almost all of those deaths involved members of the Irish mafia. Now, however, there have been deaths unrelated to the South District conflict.

"I don't know, why don't we ask the Irish?"

Colin swallowed hard. He felt that this might be related to Old Pigeon, but he didn't dare to ask.

Dickman spat, "A bunch of gangsters, they deserved to die!"

Many people suspect that Luca was behind it, because Luca had a direct business conflict with the other party, and many people were aware of this.

That evening, Abram called to inquire about it, "Old Pigeon, did you kill Slavie?"

"You're not the first person to ask me this question." Luca didn't seem to care much; it was perfectly normal for him to be suspected. Even if he denied it, someone would still shift the blame onto him.

Of course, Luca doesn't mind taking the blame.

It's only a matter of time before Slavi is taken down.

Now that Robert has taken the initiative to get involved, this righteous agent will not stand idly by and take the blame for him; he will definitely stand up to help.

Doesn't this give you a chance to increase your bond level?

Abram was very anxious. "Pigeon, haven't we gone a bit too far? It's just business competition. They've been developing in the north all along, they haven't crossed the line yet. The key is that it's not just Slavie who died, Mr. Pushkin's men in Boston have almost all died."

Luca rolled his eyes. How many people are there? This is the consequence of only doing business and not developing gang power—too few people.

"It seems that even if I say I didn't do it, Pushkin won't believe me." "Old Pigeon, he will definitely come after you. You need to give this an explanation."

"explain?"

Luca scoffed. "Sure, you're welcome anytime! But I'd advise him to think carefully about the consequences."

Looking for trouble? Do you think I'm a pushover?

Even without Robert, Luca is no match for Pushkin, that political oligarch. He can take in as many people as they want, ensuring they arrive by plane and leave with their ashes in an urn.

Many people have served as peace ambassadors for so long that they have forgotten what they used to do.

Abram sensed the firmness in Luca's tone and said helplessly, "Pigeon, have you considered that Mr. Pushkin will cut off our oil supply?"

“We can hold out for a while. I’m already contacting other channels,” Luca said. “Don’t forget that the core profit of our business isn’t oil or gasoline, but the taxes from gas stations. If all else fails, we’ll temporarily contact other refineries to supply us.”

Abram choked for a moment. That was true, but he didn't want to offend Mr. Pushkin.

Which side should we stand on now?

The Tarasov clique was not Pushkin's subordinate, but merely a partner; he still had a choice.

Luca said quietly over the phone, "This is America, not Russia!"

Abram's eyelids twitched. "Alright, I'll cooperate with you."

After Abrams, many people called to inquire about Luka, first from New York, then from the Southern Conference, and from Williams and others.

Slavie's death caused quite a stir. These Irish people had no direct grudge against Slavie and did not want to take the blame for it.

Meanwhile, his allies in New York unanimously stood behind Luca in support of him.

Regardless of whether Luka was responsible, the American Mafia would never back down in front of the Russian Mafia, especially since Pushkin was not a member of the Russian Mafia, but merely a cooperating political oligarch.

The situation is still developing.

Slavi's death is unlikely to involve the two major High Table gangs, the American Mafia and the Russian Mafia, directly. Whether Pushkin and Lukashen's conflicting business philosophies will lead to a bitter feud remains to be seen.

At least for now, there is no direct evidence to prove that Luka did it.

After inquiring in New York, Luca received one last phone call from the Angelo family.

Gennaro probably didn't expect Luca to kill Slavie so quickly, which made him feel a sense of crisis.

If Luca dared to kill Slavie, would he also turn on him?
Italian families are forbidden from killing each other without an execution order, but this guarantee does not give Angelo a sense of security. If the butcher goes mad and kills indiscriminately, he could very well become the next Colombo.

“Pigeon, Slavy and I have already conceded. We have been developing in the north and have never interfered with your business in the south. Even if you engage in price wars, we will try our best to avoid it.”

Gennaro tried to persuade Luca to calm down, saying, "There's absolutely no need for things to escalate to this point."

Luca chuckled and said, "Can I take that as you apologizing to me?"

Gennaro's old face turned ashen. "You killed someone, and I'm supposed to apologize to you?"

Deceiving too much!

Gennaro said in a deep voice, "Do you really want to fight to the death? We can cooperate and share the New England market together."

Luca: "I offered Boston the opportunity to negotiate last year, but it seems like not many people here are willing to sit down and listen to me! Now you know the consequences and want to negotiate with me? Fine, cut off all your gasoline tax business and hand over the entire North and New England markets to me. That's the price for negotiation!"

Gennaro's eyelids twitched violently.

Luca: "The gasoline tax wasn't yours to begin with. I was willing to share it with you before, so you could even ask for it! Now, without my permission, anyone who dares to touch it will have their hand broken!"

Gennaro said coldly, "Luca, the committee won't let you act like this! You're arbitrarily intruding on my territory to do business, which is against the rules!"

"Excuse me, but it was you who broke the rules and cooperated with the Russians first."

Luca said calmly, "Zerelli has been in Detroit for decades and has never been able to associate with black people. If you had his attitude, we wouldn't have come to this. By the way, I'm sorry about Slavie's death. Whether you believe it or not, I need to make it clear that I didn't do it. There are also people who don't like you. That's all I have to say. Mr. Angelo, take care."

After the call ended, Gennaro put down his phone and remained silent for a long time with a somber expression.

Inside the villa.

Lyon appeared beside Luca and explained the scene of the death.

Just then, Colin called.

"Old Pigeon, White Hair has been taken away by the FBI!"

Luca chuckled. It seemed the Bulger brothers were quite quick, already going straight to the FBI?
Before the chaos in New York even began, the Boston Mafia was already finished, with the White Hair Society firing the first shot in betraying the Mafia.

In the original storyline, the FBI purged the Angelo family's top brass because the white-haired guy provided the FBI with clues, allowing them to pinpoint the Angelo family's headquarters, secretly plant listening devices there, collect a large amount of evidence, and send Gennaro Angelo and his entire group of top brass to prison.

"Why did the FBI take the white-haired guy away?" Luca asked, feigning ignorance.

"I'm not entirely sure. The orders from above said that White Hair was involved in several cases with the FBI. Dickman even had a big argument with the FBI about it, but in the end, they still couldn't catch White Hair."

Colin, unaware of the collusion between the white-haired man and the FBI, asked in bewilderment, "Isn't the FBI always dealing with the North District's mafia? How come they're meddling in South District affairs too?"

"Because the FBI wants White Hair to provide intelligence and clues about the Mafia," Luca thought to himself. "These gangsters in Boston really love selling intelligence to the authorities. There are more undercover agents, informants, and traitors here than in New York."

So how do you deal with people who betray the Mafia?
White Hair was wanted globally for over a decade, and it wasn't until he was arrested and imprisoned that the Mafia finally found an opportunity to execute him. It has to be said that this guy was really good at evading capture; he hid in the United States for nearly 20 years without being discovered by American intelligence organizations, truly a case of being blind to one's own shadow.

But that's decades from now, and Luca has no interest in waiting that long.

After ending the call with Colin, Luca called Leon over. "The FBI will release the white-haired guy in a few days. Keep a close eye on him during this time!"

Daring to betray the Mafia?

Luca sighed softly. "Mr. Angelo, just go to jail in peace. I'll avenge you and take over the city of Boston while I'm at it."

(End of this chapter)