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Chapter 197: Liquidation Begins

The body was dumped and sunk at sea; the rare card, Renson, which had just been released, now lies buried at the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean.

Luca didn't even bother to take a closer look at the opponent's two skills. Compared to the overpowered Equalizer, what was Rensan?

What Luca desires most is undoubtedly the "Justice and Redemption" buff skill. On the surface, it's a skill for gaining help, but from another perspective, it's also a powerful tool for making friends. The stacked Redemption buff can also be used in unfamiliar environments to quickly obtain help from strangers.

Let's learn the skills we've already unlocked first.

[Fragment-110]

[The Stealth, Black Ops... added]

[Remaining Skill Fragments: 188]

Black Ops increases your favorability with the CIA, and The Invisible can conceal your identity in certain situations, disguising yourself as an ordinary civilian, which is quite useful when facing strangers. Both are decent little skills.

The next step is to learn the [Time Domain Domination] skill, which is somewhat similar to "bullet time" countdown skill. The added attributes are too exaggerated, but there are also many restrictions. The maximum countdown is one minute, and it can only be used once a day.

But the learning requirements are low, so even close friends can learn.

One minute at a time is enough, to be used in certain critical moments.

Pulling himself back to reality, Luca watched as the last body was thrown into the sea, thinking to himself that it was time to end it all, whether it was the Russians, the North Mafia, or the South Alliance.

During this final period, everything that needed to be settled was settled for him.

North Boston.

The Angelo family's headquarters is also a clubhouse, but what Gennaro Angelo doesn't know is that the FBI, in collaboration with White Hair, has filled it with eavesdropping devices.

White Hair is very professional at playing the role of an internal traitor.

At this moment, Gennaro was quietly awaiting news from Rensang—the Russians were planning to target Luca, and he had secretly provided them with support, such as intelligence leads and weapons. With so many elite assassins, surely they could take down Luca?

Gennaro thought to himself that he was out of options. Since his own family couldn't deal with Luca, this powerful outsider, he might as well use the Russians' knife.

A moment later, the phone rang.

"Is Luca dead?"

"No. The ones who died were the Russians. Luka was prepared; it was a trap."

Upon hearing this, Gennaro sighed softly.

It’s over.

The gasoline tax business is doomed.

Who else in Boston can stop Luka?
He quickly gathered the family's key figures to discuss follow-up plans and business arrangements, but he didn't notice that invisible wireless signals were transmitting their signals out from several inconspicuous corners of the room.

In the following days, there were some minor fluctuations within the alliance. With the covert support of Dickman and Mullin, Billy took over the Frenchman's power, while outwardly expressing support for the white man.

Furthermore, with Luca turning a blind eye, Billy, with the help of various forces, successfully seized control of the remaining French forces and secured a seat in the alliance.

This was the first time someone had risen to power, and neither the underworld nor the criminal organization had any objections. On the contrary, they tacitly supported it.

At this point, on the surface, it seemed that the alliance was already settled, with White Hair becoming the alliance chairman and controlling the entire South Boston area with the support of Billy, the Mullin gang leader, and many gang leaders.

Everyone was satisfied with the situation and was just waiting for the parliamentary elections to begin.

Meanwhile, White Hair had already begun to "enjoy" the chairman's rights ahead of time, integrating related businesses within the alliance. He dared not touch Pigeon's gasoline business, so he turned to another highly profitable business—drugs.

It continued until mid-March.

Boston Police Department.

Colin participated in today's investigation team meeting, listening to Dickman explain the upcoming operational plans. On the big screen, photos of many of the league's leaders appeared one by one; they were all well-known figures in the underworld.

There are also photos of Billy.

“Billy is a newly emerging leader in the Winter Mountain Gang.” Dickman pointed to Billy’s photo and briefly explained his basic information to everyone. “This guy used to be a close subordinate of the Frenchman. After the Frenchman disappeared, he took over the power and got a seat in the alliance.”

Listening to Dickman's story, Colin remarked that Billy was really young; among a group of middle-aged and elderly leaders, he was like a young heartthrob.

Then a photo of the white-haired man appeared on the screen. "The Frenchman's disappearance was the work of the white-haired man. He secretly took care of the Frenchman and has now become the most powerful faction within the alliance. Our main target for future attacks is him."

At the meeting, someone raised the question, "Are the Frenchmen dead?"

“My undercover agent gave me this message,” Dickman explained with a sour face, “The disappearances are just because no one reported them; the deaths are the real reason.”

"Is your undercover agent near White Hair?"

"He's in your mother's room," Dickman sneered. "Don't ask me anything about the undercover agent. Just do your jobs!"

Everyone was as silent as a cicada.

Dickman, that jerk, his temper has been getting worse and worse lately.

After the meeting, as Colin was about to leave, Dickman approached him and asked, "Have you found anything about the undercover operation?"

Colin didn't react immediately, "Weren't you the one contacting the undercover agent?"

"I'm talking about that undercover agent hiding in the police station!" Dickman said irritably. "Costro is dead, but that undercover agent is still alive!"

"Oh, you're talking about me." Colin steadied himself and explained, "With Costello dead, all the leads went cold. Now that even the Frenchman is dead, how am I supposed to investigate?"

"Use your pig brain! That undercover agent can't possibly abandon his wicked ways and become a good cop, can he? He'll definitely be in contact with the gang!" Dickman cursed. "As long as they're still connected, there's a chance to find him!"

"Actually, I really want to be a good person," Colin thought helplessly, nodding and saying, "Okay, I'll keep an eye on this information from now on." "Right now, White Hair is all-powerful in the league, at the height of his power. He controls almost the entire drug trade within the league," Dickman said coldly. "You keep a close eye on them next time they make a deal, don't let that undercover agent show up and cause trouble!"

Colin nodded silently, thinking to himself, "Old Pigeon doesn't participate in drug dealing, so should we pass this message on?"

Let's leave the decision to Old Pigeon.

The police want to take advantage of this drug deal to catch White Hair. Whether he lives or dies depends on whether Old Pigeon makes a move.

Watching Dickman's departing figure, Colin turned around and went back to his office, took out his phone and made a call to tell Old Pigeon the news.

Half an hour later, while Colin was engrossed in his work, a message suddenly came back to the police station.

A shooting has occurred in a neighborhood in South Boston.

The deceased was riddled with bullets, along with his vehicle.

Colin was so frightened he didn't dare move. These gangsters...
He quickly called Luca to ask about the situation. Luca was silent for a while before saying, "It must have been White Hair who did it."

Soon after, Colin arrived at the crime scene and looked at the gruesome body inside the car with a very complicated expression.

Just a few hours ago, this guy was standing in the conference room, gesturing wildly and trying to catch the white-haired guy, but in the blink of an eye, he became a corpse.

The deceased was Dickman.

Colin couldn't help but recall what Old Pigeon had said earlier: "The Frenchman and Dickman are in cahoots. White Hair killed the Frenchman, so he certainly won't let Dickman go. Moreover, Dickman has been keeping an eye on White Hair, and the two sides have a long-standing feud. Furthermore, Dickman can turn the Frenchman against the Alliance, and he can also turn other people in the Alliance. Before the Alliance Council convenes, White Hair needs to clear all obstacles to ensure his rise to power."

To be honest, Colin only found out now that Dickman had actually turned the Frenchman against him; he had no idea about it beforehand.

Pulling his thoughts back, Colin watched as the medical examiner carried Dickman's body out of the car. Nearby, police officers took out other items, such as Dickman's wallet, keys, cell phone, and police identification.

Police officer: "At the time of the incident, there were eyewitnesses on the roadside who witnessed the whole process. A group of masked criminals drove up, stopped Officer Dickman's car, and then opened fire through the car window."

Colin nodded and took the items from the transparent evidence bag. Through the packaging, he pressed his phone and opened his contacts. Was there any undercover contact information in there?

The Frenchman is already dead, but Dickman is still receiving a lot of information from undercover agents, which means that there are other moles in the gang besides the Frenchman.

But who could it be?

With Dickman dead, who else can contact him?
Suppressing his urgency, Colin carefully put away the evidence and watched the ambulance leave.

I need to find a way to contact this undercover agent, take over Dickman's scheme, and turn the undercover agent into my pawn.
When Billy received the message, he was seeing a psychiatrist.

"You seem to be in better spirits?" the doctor asked with concern. "What has happened recently that made you feel good? Can you share it with me?"

It wasn't a pleasant experience. Billy shook his head. "I was just forced to do some things that I can never turn back from. My life before was like driving a car. The road ahead was terrible, and I kept thinking about turning around, but someone wouldn't let me turn and forced me to keep driving."

"what about now?"

“Now I can’t turn, and the brakes are broken.” Billy looked alright, but his eyes were filled with a deathly stillness. “The only way I can stop now is if I crash into a wall and die. Otherwise, I can only keep driving.”

The doctor wasn't quite sure of Billy's specific situation, so she tried to comfort him, "Have you ever thought that maybe the road ahead isn't so bad? After this setback, the road ahead will be smooth sailing."

How many gangsters end up well? Billy didn't want to say any more and urged, "Give me the medicine, I have to go."

The doctor advised, "Given your current condition, you can reduce the amount of medication you take."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Billy received a message from his underlings—Dickman had been killed.

That guy who used "fuck" as a comma and had no respect for people is dead.

With Dickman dead, the only person in the world who knows his identity as a police officer is a detective in the upper echelons of the police department.

He stood up, without even taking his medicine, and turned to leave.

"The road ahead is no longer smooth; it has turned into a downhill slope."

As expected, Billy received a call from the detective that very night after Dickman's death, instructing him to continue cooperating with the police operation and to arrest White Hair during his next drug deal.

Billy didn't refute, but simply said okay and told the other party the relevant information and the transaction location.

—A batch of drugs shipped from Ireland by sea.

The transaction took place at the South Wharf.

After hanging up the phone, Billy turned around and looked at the villa behind him.

He had just come out of Old Pigeon's room. They had talked about the league and business. It was thanks to Old Pigeon's help that he was able to gain a foothold in the league.

At this moment, Billy recalled the night he killed the Frenchman, asking Old Pigeon if he could help him. At that time, he had nowhere to turn. The law and the police could not protect his life. He needed to kill others to get a chance to breathe. One wrong step, and everything else would be wrong. In the end, which is more important, justice or life?

Billy had lost the will to distinguish truth from falsehood; he had lived in lies for too long, and the line between truth and falsehood had long since become blurred.

All he knew was that, including being initially assigned to be an undercover agent and the series of events that followed, including the murder, none of it was what he truly wanted to do; he was forced into it. He had wanted to turn back several times, but he was forced to push his head into the abyss.

He's already a murderer, and they're still forcing him to go to court and confess everything.
Do you have to wait until it's too late to turn back before you can take out your badge and exchange it for the gun in your hand?
And Old Pigeon was the one who gave him the gun.

Old Pigeon agreed to help him.

Including this moment.

Billy got into the car, fumbled around under the seat for a long time before finding the police badge, gripped it tightly, and then threw it into the roadside trash can.

He started the car, freed one hand to take out his phone and call a few of his loyal henchmen: "Next up are a detective from the Boston Police Department and the Mullin gang leader. Make your move as soon as possible."

Only by becoming a demon can one prove that they were once a human being.

(End of this chapter)