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Chapter 195 Ruthless Hunter
When Billy got off the boat, his face was still a little pale, and he felt a strong nausea in his throat.

This was his first murder.

He killed someone who was probably the best person to him in the world. Even though the other person was a gang leader, a ruthless killer, and had too many sins to accuse the Frenchman of, Billy couldn't find many excuses to explain how pure the other person's kindness to him was. It was like how the kindness of an elder to a younger person was still mixed with too many gangster interests.

At least, the Frenchman never asked him to kill anyone, but the bullet that was delayed was the one that struck the Frenchman in the head.

Looking back at the sea, Billy was in a state of turmoil; there was no light to be seen on the vast ocean in the dead of night.

An hour later, Billy was taken to Luca's villa.

"sit."

Hearing Luca's voice, Billy felt a strange sense of peace, and his heart calmed down a bit, feeling less lost. He sat down opposite Luca and listened to him explain the upcoming arrangements.

With the Frenchman and several of his key henchmen dead, the Winter Mountain Gang is now leaderless, with only a few minor leaders who can't cause any real trouble.

Luca, on the other hand, wants to support Billy to become the new leader of the Winter Mountain gang.

Of course, this didn't make Billy an overnight sensation.
“Your father and uncle are both members of the Winter Mountain Gang, and now that you have made a meritorious accusation, you have enough prestige within the Winter Mountain Gang to compete for the new leader position.”

Luca said calmly, "My support alone is not enough. You will need to fight for it, seize it, and win over other leaders and members of the Winter Mountain Gang yourself."

Billy: "."

Is he about to climb higher and higher within the gang?

Surprisingly, Billy found that although he felt a little uncomfortable, he was not as resistant as before. Perhaps the intense guilt from the murder was numbing his heart, as if the voice of the devil was whispering in his ear: "You've already killed someone, there's no going back. Even if you go back to being a policeman, can you still live up to that uniform?"

Perhaps it's better to just completely fall into depravity.

Your behavior and methods are increasingly resembling those of a gangster.

You're good at it.

Now the opportunity is in front of you.

The next second, the police file that had not yet been destroyed reappeared before Billy's eyes. What used to be glory, Billy now discovered to be deadly poison.

If the League finds out he's a police officer, he'll be doomed.

With a buzzing in his ears, Billy shook his head slightly. "Am I too young? There are more experienced people in the gang than me."

“Those people aren’t as educated or capable as you. You studied at the police academy, right? You must know a lot about the law, right? Even though you were expelled halfway through, you must have learned a lot there.”

Hearing Luca mention the police academy, Billy's heart skipped a beat; that experience was an indelible mark on his resume. Fortunately, Luca only touched on it briefly and didn't discuss it further.

“I’ve seen your performance in the union recently. Your attitude towards work and the other drivers’ opinions of you all show that you are a good coworker.”

Luca laughed and said, "I like capable, disciplined, and adaptable young people. The old guys in the local unions are all corrupt. Their positions will be yours in the future, including Billy's position as the leader of the East Mountain gang. You decide for yourself."

If you want to rise to the top, you have to step over the corpses of others! The better you perform, the more people will help you; if you are too weak, everyone will abandon you.

"You killed the Frenchman today, which will inevitably anger some members of the Winter Mountain Gang. If you back down now, Billy, the moment you expose your back to those wolves, they'll pounce on you and devour you alive!"

Billy's mind wavered
Having killed the French, he now has little way out.

He looked up at Luca, who was smiling warmly at him, and sighed inwardly.

"Old Pigeon, can you help me?"

The next day.

In a private room at a club, Billy and Dickman met and discussed the Frenchman's death the previous night. Throughout the conversation, Billy was extremely agitated and panicked, yelling and shouting at Dickman to vent his frustration.

"Is this the fuck the thing you wanted to see?" Billy roared. "I killed that Frenchman, and now so many people in the Winter Mountain Gang are watching me, wanting revenge for him!"

Dickman frowned, surprised that Billy had killed the Frenchman with his own hands last night. "At least you're alive now, don't worry. The police are your backup, and you have other friends in the league who can help you."

"Others? Who?"

"Someone you know."

Dickman looked up at the doorway. The door opened, and a middle-aged man walked in—the leader of the Mulin Gang.

Upon seeing the person who had arrived, Billy's pupils immediately contracted.

Isn't the Mulin Gang getting very close to White Hair now?
Fuck! The police actually turned the Mullin gang leader against them?!
Dickman: "Billy, you need to gather the remnants of the Winter Mountain Gang as soon as possible. Boss Mu will help you with this. During the election, the Winter Mountain Gang will cast all their votes for Boss Mu."

The leader of the Mullin gang looked at Billy with a surprised expression. "I wondered who my ally would be. It turns out it's Billy. With Billy's help, even Whitey can put up a fight!"

Dickman said, "You were at the scene when White Hair killed someone, right? We'll charge him with murder, and Billy, you'll testify to accuse White Hair. But you were involved too, which is a bit complicated, but you're an undercover agent, so you had no choice but to do this. The police will protect you in court. Anyway, White Hair won't get away this time!"
Billy looked at the two men in front of him with complicated emotions. Only now did he realize that he wasn't the only undercover agent; there was also the leader of the Mullin Gang.

It was obvious that the person who betrayed the white-haired man was not the Frenchman, but the leader of the Mullin gang.

The police want to promote this obedient dog to power!
Meanwhile, inside a hotel in Boston.

A tall, imposing assassin stood by the floor-to-ceiling window and dialed Pushkin's number, informing him of Slavoj's death. After a preliminary investigation, the assassin found no clues or evidence linking Luca to the murder; he could only conclude that Luca had a motive, but could not prove he was the killer.

Although gangsters don't need to go to such lengths to commit murder, Pushkin still wanted to find out the truth—at least for now, he hadn't completely fallen out with Luca, and Luca had denied any involvement. "All our partners on the East Coast, whether Irish or from the Angelo family, have stated that they have nothing to do with this," the hitman said. "Luca is the prime suspect, but there's no evidence to prove he did it, and he wasn't even at the scene when it happened."

"This matter is most likely related to Luca, probably done by his men. I don't want to speculate on that small percentage chance of it being an accident; I just want to see the result."

“I’m still investigating. This massacre happened too suddenly, without any warning. All I can tell is that the killer was very skilled and his methods were very practiced.”

The assassin asked, "If it turns out that Luca is involved, should we take action against him?"

Pushkin: "I'm not taking action now because I don't want to escalate things too much with the New York Mafia. Luca's background is complicated, but if you can prove that this matter is related to Luca, then the New York Mafia will have to shut up! I believe they are not willing to go to war with the Russian Mafia over Luca."

The assassin understood.

"I will handle all of this."

The killer picked up several photos of underage prostitutes—these women had come forward after Slavie's death to accuse the majority leader of soliciting prostitutes and, incidentally, had joined forces with journalists and police to shut down Slavie's pimping business.

The killer wouldn't believe they had nothing to do with Slavie's death.

With a direction for the investigation in place, the next step was to conduct a targeted investigation. However, to the killer's surprise, all the prostitutes who had reported the crimes had left Boston in advance or were under police protection, making it inconvenient to take action at the moment.

Fortunately, there were still some prostitutes who were "willing to dedicate themselves" and continued to work in the industry after Slavi's death.

After finding these people and conducting a detailed investigation, the killer finally focused on Elena—the night before Slavie died, he had frequent contact with Elena, and that night Elena did not go to see a customer as Slavie had instructed; in the end, other prostitutes took her place.

Then, through Elena's connections, they eventually found Robert.

To the assassin's surprise, this Robert also had connections with Luca.

“Mr. Pushkin, it can be preliminarily determined that Luka was responsible for Slavi’s death. He sent a black assassin to kill Slavi.”

"Are you sure?"

"They're sitting together drinking coffee right now."

On the street outside the coffee shop, the assassin sat in his car, observing Luca and Robert chatting and laughing inside.

"They had a great time chatting, and their relationship was even better than we had imagined."

"Get started, but make sure your hands and feet are clean."

"clear."

After hanging up the phone, the assassin immediately gathered his men and surrounded the coffee shop.

It's already evening.

“I sent Elena to New York and helped her find a record company. I’ve listened to her songs, and they’re pretty good, at least better than those idol singers in the American music scene.”

Luca said with a smile, "If nothing unexpected happens, you'll be able to buy her records in record stores in a few months."

The Mafia also has significant operations in the entertainment industry, with Hollywood being a major area of ​​influence, and the record industry also having considerable involvement. Given the Mafia's capabilities, launching a star wouldn't be difficult, even if Elena's past wasn't glamorous. How many women in the entertainment industry have a truly glamorous past?
Robert was somewhat surprised by this, not expecting Luca to help Elena one after another, even though the two seemed to be from completely different worlds.

"Congratulations on escaping her misery. I'll buy her a record to support her dream." Robert sighed, then asked curiously, "Luca, did you often help these people like this before?"

“Don’t think of me as so noble. I can only help the people in front of me.” Luca shook his head. “If I encounter someone and I have the ability to help, then I will do so. There are too many people in this world who need help. I don’t have the ability to save the world, but I can only try my best to make the people around me live a better life.”

Robert: "People like you are rare these days. There are more indifferent people."

Luca has been coming to the coffee shop often these past few days, and Robert doesn't seem to mind the gangster boss.

Neither of them revealed the other's identity. They sat and chatted like strangers, drinking tea and talking about their daily lives. There was no gang warfare or espionage involved.

Robert found himself quite fond of Luca's peaceful and reassuring aura, which made him subconsciously let go of his prejudices and hostility.

As the two were chatting happily, Luca's phone rang.

Lyon sent a message—a combat squad is closing in on the coffee shop.

Luca turned to look out the window. A black sedan parked by the roadside opened its door, and a black-clad assassin stepped out.

[Rare Card Discovered: Teddy Renson]

[Lunsen: A]

[Source: The Equalizer]

[Skills: Armed Boss; Ruthless Hunter]

[Bond: Follow]

Why did you get attention right away?
Luca couldn't help but chuckle; it seemed this guy had done quite a bit of research on him since arriving in Boston.

But does he know how many SSR cards he'll be facing tonight?

Lyon and John had been waiting nearby.

(End of this chapter)