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Chapter 193 Undercover Agents and Traitors Everywhere

The following evening, Boston's official press release provided an update on the case from the previous night.

[In what police described as a gang-related execution, eight men died last night on the rooftop of a clubhouse. Police indicated it appeared to be a turf war between rival gangs.]

Prior to this murder, several homicides stemming from gang disputes had occurred in the Southern District in recent months.

[Initial estimates suggest the total death toll has exceeded 70.]

The authorities conveniently incorporated this mess into the Southern District gang warfare, which is considered a reasonable explanation by the public.

A few days later, news reports surfaced about Democratic Party leaders soliciting prostitutes and engaging in extortion, quickly overshadowing the news about the South District conflict.

In the news report, several child prostitutes were interviewed by reporters and were willing to come forward to testify.

Among them was Elena's report.

Compared to prostitution, extortion is a more serious crime. After news of the incident was reported by media outlets in Boston, New York, and other cities, several companies came forward to jointly accuse the leader of his crimes.

The Boston Democratic Party was immediately caught in a huge media storm.

Under the cover of this uproar, even the affairs of the gangs were too embarrassing to be brought up for the public to enjoy after dinner.

The investigation and evidence collection following this will take some time until the court makes a ruling.

Night Demon was surprised to find that his girlfriend had also come to Boston, ostensibly for a work interview about the sale of sex to minors.

Helen came with her colleagues, including reporters and photographers. Her colleague was very interested in the matter; she had been investigating cases of underage prostitution in New York, but she didn't expect it to break out here in Boston first.

"Has anyone provided you with intelligence leads?" When Night Demon heard Helen say this, he immediately thought of Old Pigeon. It was highly likely that Old Pigeon had secretly leaked the leader's prostitution to the media behind Helen.

"I don't know who did it. All the intelligence was provided anonymously. It was probably some well-meaning citizen who didn't want to reveal their identity. After all, it involved the leader of the Democratic Party, and they were worried about being retaliated against by the party."

Inside the restaurant, Helen explained the situation to her boyfriend, "I remembered you were also in Boston, so I came with the news team and stopped by to see you. How's work here? Are you busy?"

Night Demon: "."

I wasn't really busy, just killed a lot of small fish. I spent most of my time resting, and when I had free time, I would go fishing with Old Pigeon.

But we can't let your newspaper report this.

Night Demon gave a perfunctory reply, then inquired about his girlfriend's work and life, sweetly showing off their affection.

Meanwhile, White Hair walked out of the FBI's door as he wished, regaining his freedom. Ostensibly, it was bail; what he secretly did with the FBI is only known to him.

And my younger brother
Back home, White Hair met with his younger brother that evening and talked about the incident—he had provided information about the North District Mafia, and with the help of his friend, he had managed to obtain political asylum from the FBI.

From now on, he, the white-haired man, is an "partner" of the FBI, and there is an officially signed agreement to back him up in black and white.

The FBI can "cover up" White Hair's series of crimes, but White Hair must continuously provide the FBI with intelligence, and on the condition that White Hair cannot kill anyone more.

This is a "flexible" bottom line.

Both sides are in a state of mutual exploitation.

“You absolutely cannot let Luca know about this!” William’s face was very serious. “Remember! Be careful! If Luca finds out that you’re cooperating with the FBI, you’re finished! He will never let you off the hook, and even I will be implicated!”

White Hair frowned. "The FBI also asked me for information about Luca."

William's expression changed: "You didn't give it to me, did you?"

White Hair shook his head: "I don't have any evidence of Luca's crimes. He's been in Boston for so long, and it seems like he's only done two things: mediating the war and forming alliances, and then expanding his gas station business. These things cannot be used as valid evidence to indict him."

How can you charge someone with mediating a war? And how can you charge someone with operating a gas station if it's legal? They have no access to the higher-level gasoline wholesale companies and no evidence whatsoever. Even those companies, on the surface, have no connection to Luka; their legal representatives and managers are all Russian.

“That guy is too well hidden. The only exception is your contact with him, where he personally intervened.” White Hair looked at William, but he couldn’t very well betray his brother, could he?

William sighed. "Even on my side, there's no evidence. His donation was made through the truck drivers' union, which is a legal donation. But the freight-related legislation hasn't been approved yet, so there's nothing you can do about it."

White Hair was helpless. Luca's series of actions, on the surface, did not seem like those of a gangster, but he had inadvertently led the South District to its current state.

He was clearly the mastermind behind everything, but he was unknowingly being pushed along by some invisible force, unable to control his own destiny.

“You’d better not fall out with him,” William advised. “You’re not in a position yet, and even with the FBI’s protection and support, you’re not guaranteed to become chairman.”

White Hair was a little upset. He held his face in his hands and took a deep breath. "Let's not talk about that. Let's talk about that traitor in the Alliance who betrayed me. Have you found out who it is? He made me sit on the sidelines in the detention center for several days, and then the FBI took me there and locked me in a small dark room. I have to say, the FBI's food is terrible."

William shook his head: "Luca is still investigating for you; he won't let any traitor get away with it."

White Hair's gaze darkened: "I don't know either."

Dickman has also been feeling very upset these past few days.

His plan was to keep the white-haired man in jail, making him miss the election. If things went smoothly, he could even successfully prosecute him and imprison him for a year or two. However, the FBI's sudden intervention disrupted his plans. The white-haired man was released, and the election results a month later became unpredictable again.

In that case
A ruthless glint flashed in Dickman's eyes. Then don't blame him for using even more despicable and shameless methods!
Dickman took out his phone, made a call, and then hurriedly left the police station.

Colin watched Dickman's departing figure, his gaze thoughtful, then took out his phone and sent a message to Luca.

after an hour.

Under the bridge over the Niponsit River.

It's already March, the ice and snow are gradually melting, and everything is about to revive.

Dickman met the Frenchman here, and there was a car parked next to him.

Upon seeing Dickman's arrival, the Frenchman opened the trunk, leaned inside, and asked curiously, "Officer Dickman, have you thought this through before suddenly asking to meet me?"

He took out a briefcase. Upon opening it, he found a box full of bright green banknotes.

To be honest, Dickman wasn't unfamiliar with this much money; he had recovered a considerable amount of embezzled funds over the years. But this was the first time someone had ever voluntarily handed him money.

As long as he nods, the money will belong to him.

"This is my sincerity. 50 yuan, all of it is clean money, just withdrawn from the bank. You can use it with peace of mind."

The Frenchman was sincere, saying, "If that's not enough, I can add more. Once I become chairman, I can give you money every month."

Dickman scoffed, "You gangsters are really something. You're even willing to cooperate with the police to climb the ranks."

The Frenchman said, "Isn't this what you wanted to see? You have information on so many members within the alliance, even my and White Hair's intelligence. But it seems that you didn't choose White Hair as your partner. You wanted to keep him locked up after the election to prevent him from taking power, but your plan failed."

When this matter was mentioned, the Frenchman's expression was still somewhat puzzled—he had been taken away by the police some time ago and had a secret meeting with Dickman. As soon as they met, Dickman pulled out a large amount of information about members of the alliance, including him, the Frenchman, the white-haired man, and other gang leaders and bosses.

The information is quite detailed.

The committee has all 10 seats, and even includes intelligence and criminal facts about the deceased Costello.

The French were shocked. When did the police acquire so much intelligence?

An undercover agent, definitely an undercover agent! The French immediately suspected that an undercover agent had betrayed them.

But who the undercover agent was? He never knew.

Dickman then asked the Frenchman to withdraw from the election and become his lackey, which the Frenchman naturally refused.

Cooperation is fine, but being a dog is not, let alone withdrawing from the election. What's the difference between that and taking half your life?
The two sides ultimately parted on bad terms.

That's how the Frenchman ended up in the police station that day.

Seeing that Dickman hadn't taken the money yet, the Frenchman asked suspiciously, "What exactly do you want? You have so much evidence, yet you don't just arrest us. What are you plotting? Did you invite me here just to mock me?"

Why should I arrest you?

Dickman thought of the thousands upon thousands of underground gang members. With so many people, when would it be possible to catch them all? Would cracking down on these leaders really eliminate gangster forces from the South District forever?

Does utopia exist?
Perhaps, but Dickman doesn't think it exists in Boston.

"If we arrest you, other young people will rise to power; if we destroy your alliance, new alliances will soon appear. You gangsters are like cancer cells parasitizing the Federation; we wipe out one batch, and another one keeps coming. I don't have that much time to get to know all these new people from scratch."

Dickman shook his head. "All I want is for you to behave and listen to us! Don't fucking cause trouble in the South District!"

The Frenchman laughed angrily: "You want me to be your dog? To be under your control? Do you think we're your police's hired hands?"

"If you don't listen, there are plenty of others who will." Dickman pushed the money in front of him away. "I don't need this money. I just want you to agree to my terms. I can help you take down other leaders and help you rise to power."

The Frenchman's face darkened. What was the point of him taking power? He was worse off than before, and now he had to grovel before the police!

Moreover, Dickman's refusal to accept money left Dickman with no leverage against the other party, and he remained uneasy about this sharp-tongued policeman.

How to do?
Half an hour later, the Frenchman left with the box of money, and at the same time, several policemen with cameras appeared nearby.

One of them came over and handed the camera to Dickman, saying, "Take pictures of everything."

Dickman glanced at the photo and nodded.

The officer asked, "The Frenchman still hasn't agreed?"

Dickman shook his head: "He's the head of the biggest faction in the league. He won't become a police lackey unless he's desperate."

If you won't be a lackey, then destroy us.

And the police don't even need to get involved.

Just as the white-haired man was released by the FBI and had these photos, the white-haired man and Pigeon Luca were determined not to let the Frenchman, this "traitor," go.

Before that, go find Billy and give him these photos so he can use them to find White Hair and lie in ambush around him.

If the white-haired man dares to kill the French.
Dickman narrowed his eyes; he didn't believe the FBI could protect White Hair this time!
Once the two biggest faction leaders, the Frenchman and the white man, are eliminated, it will be easier for the police's "lackeys" to rise to power.

The group of police officers left one after another.

After they left, Leon appeared at the spot where everyone had been lingering, camera in hand.

He took out his phone and called Old Pigeon: "The Frenchmen do have connections with the police, but their talks don't seem to be going very well."

Luca: "That doesn't matter anymore. If the Frenchman dares to betray the alliance, then he has lost the right to live here."

This damn city is teeming with spies and traitors.

That evening, before Dickman could even send the photos to White Hair, the latter had already received photos of Dickman meeting with the Frenchman.

Seeing the Frenchman pull out a suitcase full of money and hand it to Dickman, regardless of whether the Frenchman accepted it or not, changed the nature of the matter.

Luca put the photo down and left: "I'm just an alliance consultant. You can handle it yourself. I won't interfere too much in your alliance's internal affairs. The Frenchman violated the alliance's rules, and no punishment is too much, but the premise is that it doesn't affect my business."

White Hair held the photo, his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty.

Damn Frenchman, it was this guy who betrayed me!

So what else is there to say?
He immediately picked up the phone and contacted the Mullin gang leader and other gang leaders, as well as the Chinatown hitman he had privately hired.

Tonight, the French will be executed en masse.

(End of this chapter)