American variety show: The Godfather, the Peace Ambassador, what the heck?

Chapter 201 Charity Dinner
With Billy and Colin both taking office, the two lively meetings came to a close.

On the rooftop.

Luca hadn't left yet; he was gazing northwards when relevant information popped up on the panel in front of him.

The Irish gangs in Boston's South Side have unified the area under your influence; you have upheld the peace of Boston's South Side.

[Gain Skill Points x50]

[Gained 25 Skill Fragments]

[Gain skill: Friend of Ireland]

[Friends of Ireland: Trust in the Irish increases by 10%]

"Hmm? They gave me a little skill?"

Luca looked a little surprised.

The situation in Boston is nearing its end; it's just one step away from being completely resolved—the North Side Mafia.

Luca was no joke about unifying Boston.

Luca thought he wouldn't be able to unlock his skill and upgrade his "peacemaker" aura until the very end. Now that he's unlocked a small skill ahead of time, it's a pleasant surprise.

That's a pretty good skill; there are quite a few Irish people around the world.

"This is just a curtain call before the curtain falls."

"The Angelo family is also nearing its end."

"At that time, Boston will be unified."

The FBI has been wiretapping the Angelo family for so long, they must have gathered a lot of evidence. Then, by using this evidence, combined with the "RICO" (Anti-Fraud and Corrupt Organizations Act) enacted by the federal government a few years ago, they could take down the Angelo family.

This bill was incredibly powerful; it played a crucial role in the later stages of the war, nearly wiping out the New York Mafia.

This was the core root of that crisis.

This plan allows prosecutors to indict entire criminal organizations, not just individuals, so that law enforcement can hold mafia bosses and owners accountable for crimes committed by their subordinates.

So the reason the federal government was able to capture all the big Mafia bosses in New York in one fell swoop is because this thing worked.

Of course, this also has its counterproductive aspects. The arrest of a large number of high-ranking Mafia members has led to a power vacuum within the gangs, which in turn has caused different factions to split and fight each other, triggering a series of uncontrollable chain reactions.

Luca didn't want to be implicated in the serious crimes his men had committed. He avoided the most troublesome drugs and pimping, legalizing his shady business while keeping himself hidden. He even acted as a good boy, behaving politely to the big boss, trying his best to avoid being implicated by RICO.

This way, he could escape unscathed during the later New York crisis and, at the same time, take advantage of the power vacuum in the Mafia to seize power and directly control the entire committee.

One family tycoon was no longer enough to satisfy Luca's appetite.
Before that incident even happened, the Angelo family in Boston was the first to be used by the FBI to sharpen RICO's knife.

"This can be considered as providing practical experience for the FBI."

Luca smiled and said, "If this succeeds, the Federation will be more experienced in dealing with New York in the future."

Of course, Luca also has more experience in dealing with this.

At least the FBI shouldn't even think about planting listening devices inside the SSR Club. He regularly has people inspect the club's interior, especially the cigar rooms and meeting rooms where Mafia bosses like to hold meetings, to ensure that no messages are being eavesdropped on.

"Looking at it this way, the rooftop is indeed a good place to discuss business."

In addition to the rooftop, there is also a swimming pool.

Everyone strip naked, and nobody brings any equipment.

Pulling himself out of his thoughts, Luca looked down and saw a large group of gangsters, led by Billy, driving away from the resort.

The following day, Luka returned to New York and had a preliminary chat with the Russians.

If they can sit down and talk, it means that the other party doesn't want things to escalate to a point of no return; they're just looking for a more favorable "unequal" contract for themselves.

Ultimately, Putinsh, as a Russian political oligarch, was merely a business partner in the Russian mafia. Now that Lukashenko has cut off his source of income, the Russians are desperately seeking a new source of funds to recoup their losses.

The conditions Luca offered were simply the same old terms he had agreed to with Pushkin, which he then passed on to these Russians: you want to do business on the East Coast of the United States? Fine, you don't even need to send agents like Slavoj; the Italian Mafia can take over everything.

The Russians were naturally unwilling to do that; they still wanted to have their own people involved, and the ROM gang was a good choice—the ROM gang was a relatively pure assassin family whose main business was killing people for bounties. Their headquarters were in Berlin, Germany, and they also had a base in New York, huddled inside a ballet theater.

That's where Night Demon grew up; he learned all his assassin skills from the Rom Gang.

Ultimately, the bearded men agreed to Luca's terms, but with the additional requirement that they not only act as raw material suppliers but also join the gasoline tax business and expand the business to California on the West Coast.

This coincided with Luca's idea. At present, the gasoline tax business on the West Coast has not yet been launched. Firstly, the cost of transporting gasoline from the East Coast to the West Coast is too high, as it involves crossing the entire United States. It would be better to set up refineries locally, acquire wholesale companies, and produce and sell locally.

The cooperation talks went fairly well, and Pushkin's death was ruthlessly forgotten in the face of enormous profits.

In April, a new king rose to power in Boston's South District.

The name of the first chairman of the alliance quickly spread throughout Boston and throughout both the criminal underworld and legitimate society of Massachusetts. The decades-long gang warfare in the South District had finally come to an end.

This is also the most peaceful month in Boston's South Side since the beginning of the year. Police data shows that the crime rate has plummeted by more than ten percentage points, with gang-related crimes down by about half.

Gangs are indeed synonymous with crime, but crime is not limited to gangs. Many of the troubles in the South District are not caused by gangs.

But the data doesn't lie. This alliance in the South District has indeed played a significant role in "governing" crime in the South District. Overt crime has decreased, and gang activities have become more covert and legal. While avoiding causing trouble and attracting attention, the bloodsucking fangs stuck in Boston are sucking even faster and more fiercely.

On the police side, Colin undoubtedly became a "rising star," working with Billy to manage the South District "very well," and his influence within the police department rose accordingly. Before they knew it, it was early May.

The Irish League grew rapidly, and many other small gangs of color were targeted by the League, especially those black gangs that were still in their infancy, which were hit the hardest.

They had previously caused a "school bus incident," but the matter has now been resolved by the league, and Colin made a significant contribution to the resolution.

At this point, the alliance had firmly established itself as the absolute hegemon of the South, standing in stark opposition to the Angelo family of the North.

Faced with this situation, Gennaro, who was in a meeting with his subordinates, showed a disdainful expression on his face.

"Don't be fooled by Billy's glamorous image. He's just a dog under Luca's command. This dog can be called Billy, Tom, or Jerry, depending on who Luca wants to put in charge."

The boss's words elicited laughter from the group of mafia members below.

Gennaro, holding a cigar, continued, "Luca almost wiped out all the bosses in the South District, but in the end, he promoted a new face. Luca never trusted those old guys from beginning to end. He kept talking about forming an alliance and maintaining peace in the South District, but in the end, all those old guys are dead. This is what happens when you cooperate with Luca!"

The more Gennaro thought about it, the colder his heart became. On the surface, it seemed that the deaths of those bosses had nothing to do with Luca. But from another perspective, before Luca came to Boston, the South District was chaotic, but at least these bosses were still alive. After Luca arrived, they all died.

Many Russians also died.

This doesn't even include the police.

Peace doves? Those are more like harbingers of doom!
In other words, he had joined the Mafia Committee and received some protection from them. If he lost this connection, Angelo had no doubt that he would perish along with the South District.

"Boss, there's something I need to tell you." The strategist suddenly mentioned a piece of news, "There's a charity gala being held in the South District next week, and they've invited you to attend."

Gennaro: "."

Charity Gala
This word sounds so damn unfamiliar.

"What kind of charity are you doing?"

"It's organized by the United Truck Drivers Union. They say it's to set up a scholarship fund to donate money to repair schools and help children in the slums of the South District go to school," the strategist whispered. "The Finance Committee will also be involved. This matter was spearheaded by the Senate."

Gennaro narrowed his eyes.

That brat Luca, which politician is he trying to gild?
The name immediately came to mind—William Bulger, the white-haired man's younger brother, a member of parliament who had risen through the ranks from the South District.

After a moment's thought, Gennaro asked, "Who sent the invitation?"

"Pigeon."

Gennaro was silent for a moment. This was the second time Luca had sent an invitation—the first time was when Fatty Tony came to Boston to deliver the message, and this time Luca himself sent the invitation.

Want to go?
Thinking of the Southern Conference's recent meteoric rise, Gennaro's expression shifted between light and shadow:

"Then let's go see him."

The charitable donors had no idea how much money they needed to donate to satisfy Luca's appetite.

The charity gala was held at a high-end hotel in the South District.

That evening, many celebrities from all walks of life attended the event in Boston. On the league's side, Billy was accompanied by several of his leaders.

Luca participated as the guild leader, accompanied by Robert, a black agent.

Robert doesn't reject doing charity work and good deeds.

As long as it can truly help people.

"Recently, the security situation in the South District has improved significantly compared to before."

In a corner of the banquet hall, Robert, dressed in a neat suit, stood beside Luca, holding a glass of champagne. Waiters moved about with trays, serving the guests—it was a buffet.

As Luca listened to Robert's感慨 (sentiments/reflections), he raised his chin and pointed to Colin and Billy not far away, "This area of ​​the South District is now under Inspector Colin's jurisdiction. Since he took office, the South District has become much more peaceful. We are grateful for everything he has done for this place."

Robert remarked with emotion, "The South District has finally welcomed a capable and responsible police officer."

He certainly has the ability, but as for whether he has the responsibility, Luca smiled without saying a word, took a sip of champagne, and then said, "When you have time, come to Little Italy in New York and experience the local atmosphere. It should be the most peaceful place in New York."

Robert nodded with interest; he remembered that Little Italy was indeed a very special place according to the information provided by the CIA.
After years of wandering, Robert longed to settle down in a friendly and peaceful place.

I wonder if Italy is a good fit.

While the two were chatting, William went on stage to give a speech and presided over the donation ceremony at the dinner, while Billy was the first to respond to the call and donated 500 million.

After the initial donation, other celebrities from all walks of life followed suit, but none of them surpassed Billy's $500 million.

Until Gennaro's 800 million, which topped the entire stadium, it drew cheers from the audience.

But he didn't care about the noise. He just came to Luca's side and said, "Pigeon, our family is happy to support the charity work in the South District. We hope that those poor children can have a better future."

Ultimately, Gennaro made some concessions and compromises, and the 800 million was the signal he was sending.

However, Luca's gaze remained unmoved:

"Mr. Angelo, do you know how much money can be made from gasoline tax in a week?"

Upon hearing this, Gennaro's heart sank. It seemed this matter was unlikely to end well.

(End of this chapter)