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Chapter 198 Whose World is Boston?
In late March, there was still a week until the meeting.

White Hair's power continued to rise, and he was at the height of his influence within the alliance. It was at this time that a new batch of goods arrived in Boston from Ireland.

This batch of goods is quite large, and Boston cannot absorb it all. White Hair will then sell it to those Chinese people. Since the New York Triads and the Winter Mountain Gang broke up over the chip issue, the two sides have stopped trading relations, and the rising White Hair has become a partner of those Chinese people.

The night before the deal, the two white-haired brothers invited Luca to their home.

Let's talk about the majority leader and the freight bill.

The leader is currently imprisoned and embroiled in numerous lawsuits. There is strong opposition to him within the party, and everyone is considering getting rid of him and replacing him with a new leader.

It's obvious to anyone with eyes that the leader will not escape imprisonment this time.

There's too much evidence, much of it leaked from within the Party, clearly indicating that someone is secretly trying to get rid of him.

The tide is gone.

It's only a matter of time before he steps down. Even if he's reluctant to give up his power, he'll end up like Jimmy Hoffa before him, with his power being taken away.

Regarding the bill...
"The House of Representatives has already passed the vote, and now the Senate is reviewing it."

At the dinner table, William said to Luca, "Once the leader steps down, the new bill can be implemented."

Luca isn't in a hurry about this. The bill is just icing on the cake; his friend William is more important than the bill.

Luca smiled and said, "Thank you. Truck drivers all over Massachusetts will appreciate your efforts. The union is happy to donate more money to the Democratic Party, and the residents of the South know who their precious votes should go to."

William smiled slightly. It's faster to rise to power by colluding with the mob. They have money, manpower, and bullets. Right now, it's just Luca. Once his brother becomes chairman and controls the South District, half of Boston will be the Bulger brothers' domain.

The two raised their glasses and chatted happily.

[Bond: Friends]

White Hair joined in the celebration, but a sense of unease lingered in his heart.

The younger brother and Luca are getting too close.

My own power is not strong enough right now, and I can't help my younger brother in certain ways. It's understandable that my brother is cooperating with Luca, but once I'm in power...
"I heard you're in some trouble lately?" Luca suddenly asked the white-haired man. "The police are keeping a close eye on your Killing Gang?"

White Hair nodded: "Because of Dickman's case, those police officers are convinced that I killed Dickman, and they're keeping an eye on me everywhere."

White Hair was speechless when this was mentioned.

Those damn cops, are they crazy?

Dickman's death has nothing to do with me, but those people just keep harping on me.

Bai Mao thought to himself that he did dislike Dickman, but it was no reason for him to shoot a policeman in the street and cause such a commotion. Wasn't he just asking for trouble?

But this dirty water was poured squarely on him, and he couldn't wash it off.

Luca: "You really didn't do it? I think you're the prime suspect."

Just as the Russians believed Lukashenko was responsible for Robert's killing of Slavoj, many people believed that the death of Dickman was orchestrated by the white-haired leader.

"It wasn't me," the white-haired man shook his head.

Luca asked doubtfully, "Could it be the Winter Mountain Gang? Even though the Frenchman colluded with the police, which the entire alliance despised, there were still some of his men who stood up for him. Maybe it was those people who did it. I heard that after the Frenchman died, many members of the Winter Mountain Gang left the gang."

White Hair frowned slightly.

It's despicable for the French to collude with the police, but what about their collusion with the FBI?
This is something Luca and the league really can't know about. If he openly killed the Frenchman under the guise of "colluding with the authorities" and cleared the way for his rise to power, then others might use that same tactic against him.

Fortunately, the FBI agent he had colluded with was his childhood friend. They had grown up in the slums of the South and had a very good relationship. Even if they were discovered meeting and having dinner together, he could explain it away by saying they were friends.

White Hair carefully recalled the methods he used when handing over intelligence. Unlike the French, he wouldn't just hand over a box of money to the police. Instead, he would put the intelligence materials in a certain place beforehand and let the FBI retrieve them. He never conducted transactions in person or communicated over the phone.

On those file folders containing intelligence, you couldn't even find your own fingerprints.

At this point, William also spoke up for his brother, saying, "Pigeon, you're overthinking it. This definitely has nothing to do with my brother."

Luca laughed it off and didn't intend to dwell on it.

When Luca said goodbye after dinner, the white-haired man personally escorted him to the door and onto the roadside.

Luca instructed, "Don't worry about the trouble with the police. I'll find a way to help you resolve it and make sure it doesn't affect your rise to power. Once you control the South District and your brother becomes the Speaker, what will those policemen be? They'll all have to defer to you and your brother, the Bulgers."

Seeing the concern in Luca's eyes, White Hair felt a slight stirring in his heart. Boston was going to be Bulger's territory. This goal seemed to be within reach. The South District was about to fall into his hands, and the FBI had already gathered a lot of evidence against the North District Mafia. That old guy Angelo would soon be finished.

What will the North Side Mafia be then? What will Luca be? The entire city of Boston will no longer be divided into North and South; it will all be ours!
Luca has helped his brothers so much and supported them to get to where they are today. When they surpass him and become superior to him, will Luca regret his decision?
However, to be fair, looking back on this period of time, Luca has helped his brother and himself so much, but his brother and himself have never repaid him in any way, not even with the bill, which has not yet been implemented.

Aren't you afraid of losing your investment?
For a moment, White Hair was considering whether he should just maintain a good working relationship with Luca, since he wouldn't need to kick him out after taking power.

The premise is that Luca no longer interferes in league affairs.

Before taking over, he still needs to keep Luca in check and maintain a good relationship.

“Pigeon, I’m very grateful for all the help you’ve given me.” White Hair extended his hand. “Once I’m in power, I’ll help you deal with the North District Mafia. Then all the gas station businesses in New England will be yours.”

Luca glanced at Jiban, smiled, and shook hands: "I wish you success in becoming chairman in advance."

[Bond: Friends]

Unlocking the "Corruption Symbiosis"

Two days later, the drugs arrived.

On the night of the transaction, White Hair personally went to the dock to collect the goods, accompanied by many leaders of the Keeling Gang and drug dealers, as well as the Chinese assassins from the Chinatown Triads that he had recruited.

"How much stock will your Boston and New York Triads be able to take this time?"

On the bus, Bai Mao chatted with a Chinese man with a buzz cut who was leading the group. The latter grinned and said, "I can take as many as you want. You can sell them to me by the ton. I can take all of Tai Ge's stuff, and he can take a lot too."

White Hair thought to himself, "That Joey Ty in New York looks young, but he's incredibly generous. We could probably maintain a working relationship." White Hair then asked, "Has Joey arrived in Boston?"

Crew cut: "It's arrived. We've been waiting for your shipment."

The car arrived at the dock soon.

White Hair and his men weaved through the containers at the dock, searching for a box with a specific number—a box containing canned pork, but several other boxes were actually drugs. They were smuggled into the Boston docks right under the noses of customs.

"Case number 404. This is the one."

White Hair took out his key, opened the cargo box, and instructed the driver to load the canned goods into the truck.

The inspection process was essential. Bai Mao opened one of the boxes, opened the can, and found that it didn't contain meat, but rather a bag of white powder. A henchman came over, dipped a knife in the powder, and moistened his throat to confirm that the goods were fine.

"Load the truck! Get out of here!" White Hair waved his hand, signaling his underlings to hurry up and move the goods.

Just then, a piercing alarm sounded throughout the dock.

White Hair's face instantly turned as white as his hair.

"The Boston harbor is truly a wonderful place."

Colin got out of a police car and gazed at the flashing gunfire in the distance.

They've already started fighting.

I remember it was about a year ago when that group of gold thieves were transporting goods here. They were caught by me, and I made a great contribution and got a promotion and a raise.

This time, a group of drug dealers and the gang leader, White Hair, were brought in.

Another great achievement.

The piercing gunfire seemed to transform into celebratory cannon salutes celebrating their achievements.

Then a sudden message came from the front lines—White Hair, under the cover of a group of assassins, had escaped from the coast by speedboat.

"Shet!"

Colin cursed under his breath. They'd already cornered the white-haired guy at the dock, how could they let him escape?
He rushed to the beach and looked at the dark sea with a very unpleasant expression.

How could a cooked duck fly away?
"Where are the customs police? Those idiots only know how to fish in their boats all day. Now that it's time to arrest people, where the hell are they?"

Colin, cursing, pulled out his walkie-talkie and mobilized the police force to direct the operation. He was determined to catch that bastard, White Hair, tonight.

Just then, his cell phone rang.

"Old Pigeon, I'm very busy right now. Let's talk later."

"Are you busy catching White Hair? I know where White Hair is."

Luca ordered, "Take your gun and come alone. I'll give you credit for your service."

The speedboat sped across the sea.

White Hair turned around and looked at the flashing lights on the dock in the distance. He was so angry that he kicked the gunwale of the ship!
Damn, how did the police get here so fast? And how did they know my whereabouts and the location of the transaction?
That damned mole!!

Damn, isn't the Frenchman already dead? How many traitors are still within the league?!

Fortunately, I had contacted the Chinese people in advance, and with their help, I was able to escape this disaster.
"Find a safe place to get ashore! I'm going to make these traitorous bastards pay the price!"

There was no reply from behind. White Hair turned around and saw that all the henchmen who had followed him onto the ship were lying on the deck, their throats slit open by the Chinese men with knives.

The lead Chinese man with a buzz cut raised his pistol and aimed it at the white-haired man's head.

Bai Mao was stunned for a moment, then his face quickly darkened. "So the mole was you guys?! You've been following me around all this time, and you've been really good at disguising yourselves. I didn't even realize you were police officers!"

"We are not moles within the police force."

The short-haired Chinese man shook his head: "I know nothing about the police matter. We only prepared a boat at the dock in advance for safety reasons."

"So what do you mean now? Pointing a gun at me?"

"This is Brother Tai's idea," the crew-cut man explained calmly.

White Hair was even more confused, "Joey Ty?"

What exactly is that guy trying to do?

The man with the buzz cut glanced at his watch and said, "At this hour, Brother Tai should still be visiting Pigeon's house."

Upon hearing the word "pigeon," a look of panic flashed in the white-haired man's eyes. When did pigeons become associated with the Chinese? Even if they were, why would they target him?
At this point, the ship began to turn around and head towards the dock.

The man with the buzz cut reached into his pocket, pulled out a photo, and handed it to the white-haired man. "This is what Pigeon asked me to give you. He said that after you see it, you'll understand why he did what he did."

The white-haired man's gaze froze instantly.

The photo shows him having a meal with the FBI.

“I can explain this,” the white-haired man said in a deep voice. “That’s not the truth.”

“I don’t care about your explanation.” The crew-cut man shrugged. “When you came to Chinatown to contact us, Pigeon told us to keep an eye on your every move. You know what you’ve done.”

White Hair's mouth gaped open slightly, finding it hard to believe.

Why can't I escape the pigeon's sight even though I deliberately went to find Chinese people who have absolutely no connection with pigeons?
"Goodbye, Mr. Bulger. Your body will be taken away by the police; at least it won't sink into the sea like the Frenchman's."

boom! boom! boom!
Bulger was shot several times in the chest and fell into a pool of blood.

As the speedboat drew closer to the dock, Bulger gazed at the brightly lit metropolis of Boston, his eyes filled with deep resentment.

(End of this chapter)