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Chapter 202 Skill Advancement: The Watcher

Gennaro was well aware of the profits from gasoline taxes; after expanding his distribution channels and gas stations a few months ago, his weekly profits had already reached eight figures.

He wasn't sure how much Luca could make, but the other man's business spanned New York and New Jersey, and even extended to Pennsylvania and Detroit. Even if he didn't make nine figures a week, the first digit would definitely not be 1.

Tens of millions in profit per week.

Even elementary school students know how to choose.

Gennaro felt helpless; Luca was determined to expand his business throughout New England, including his own territory.

"Luca, do you really have to go this far?"

"Didn't I give you a chance?"

Luca retorted, "Fatty Tony came to Boston to discuss this with you, but you've disappointed him. If you had realized this earlier, we wouldn't have ended up like this, Mr. Angelo. You've been a local tyrant for too long; you've forgotten that you're still a member of the committee. Now you only have one choice: hand over all the gasoline tax business you're in charge of."

"Luca, you've crossed the line!"

"You were the one who acted unilaterally first. You can't control this business, so leave it to me. This is the best outcome for you."

Upon hearing this, Gennaro's old face gradually tightened.

Once you've tasted the sweetness of huge profits, giving it up is easier said than done.

He conceded again, saying, "We can work together."

"unnecessary."

Luca shook his head. "I've made myself clear. You only have one choice: give up! Whether you agree or not, my tanker truck will head north, not just to the North End, but to the entire New England region. And you'd better obediently move aside and not block the way."

He stared at Gennaro as if he were looking at a corpse about to be laid into a coffin.

Cooperation? How could that be?

Cooperating under the FBI's nose?

Luca had no intention of going to prison with Gennaro.

Having said all he could say, Luca lost interest in continuing the conversation. Under Gennaro's gloomy gaze, Luca turned and walked to the front of the stage, announcing the largest donation of the evening.

"The local truck drivers' union has donated $2000 million!"

The audience burst into applause.

Many wealthy ladies and socialites frequently glanced at Luca, this rich and handsome young man, and soon Luca was surrounded by a group of sexy women.

The moonlight must be very gentle tonight.

In a corner of the banquet hall, Colin and Billy huddled together, both looking in the direction of the old pigeon.

"Wherever Old Pigeon goes, he is the most eye-catching presence."

Colin looked on with envy. It's so much better to be single. He already has a girlfriend, and she's a perceptive psychologist. It's too difficult for him to have affairs.

“If you want, plenty of women will throw themselves at you.” Billy’s gaze swept around, and he noticed that quite a few socialites had their eyes on Colin, the rising star of the police department.

However, he himself did not receive much attention.

Most people don't know he's a mob boss; they only know he recently started a freight company and is a boss—this is Billy's cover for his identity.

Luca's official identity is that of the union president.

They are all things that can be openly displayed and taken out without any reservations.

Colin dismissed Billy's statement, believing that someone of his status had no need to engage in extramarital affairs, and that he wasn't such a sexually frustrated person.

He turned and stared at Billy. It was clear that Old Pigeon wouldn't stay in Boston forever, and Billy was Old Pigeon's representative in the South, while he himself was Billy's "protector."

He could never truly escape the clutches of the gang.

But judging from my cooperation with Billy during this period, it has been quite pleasant. I have successfully risen through the ranks within the police force, and the speed of my rise is much faster than when I was under Costello. That old guy only knows how to ask me for things and has never considered my situation or whether I will be exposed within the police station.

Billy knew exactly what Colin wanted and was very considerate, never putting him in any difficult situation.

Billy seemed to have a clear understanding of the police department's internal workings.

It's so easy to work with someone like that.

Thinking of this, Colin observed the surroundings and joked, "We've met so many times recently, this should be the first time we haven't met on the rooftop, right?"

Colin really wanted to complain about Billy's bad habit. Why did they have to meet on the rooftop? There wasn't even a chair. Were they supposed to go up there and starve? It was only because the weather in Boston was getting warmer now; if it were winter, Colin would never want to go up to the rooftop.

Upon hearing the word "rooftop," Billy's gaze wavered for a moment.

Compared to the struggle and helplessness I felt when going up to the rooftop before, my feelings about it have undoubtedly changed a lot now.

Dickman gave himself so many tasks on the rooftop, but in the end, his and the detective's plan still came true in a roundabout way, didn't it? They hoped to support a dog to rise to power, take control of the South District, and make it peaceful. And now, the South District is under their control, and the same result has been achieved.

He looked back at Colin, reflecting on their cooperation over the past month.

The other party seemed to have a thorough understanding of the gang's internal workings, and every instance of assistance they offered struck a chord perfectly, never causing any trouble or dilemma. Unlike Dickman, that damn f***ing guy, who only knew how to force himself, pushing himself to the brink of death.

“Compared to this, I still prefer going to the rooftop,” Billy said with a smile. “The environment here isn’t as good as the rooftop.”

Colin paused, puzzled, and asked, "That rooftop is such a godforsaken place, how could the environment be any better?"

Billy pointed to the chandelier overhead. "I love the sunlight on the rooftop."

Although what I did was shady, at least when the sunlight shines down, there won't be two shadows behind me anymore.

In that instant, facing Billy's gaze, Colin seemed to vaguely understand the other's thoughts, and a certain flutter stirred within him.

Although what I am doing now is perfectly legitimate, my past is something that cannot be brought to light.

The old pigeon seized its own lifeline.
Colin thought that Old Pigeon should leave Boston sooner rather than later, as he preferred to be with Billy, at least he felt more comfortable there. The two chatted amiably and shook hands at the end.

"Pleasant to work with."

The dinner is over.

Gennaro left the scene with a heavy heart, and immediately summoned his family members to deal with the impending trouble. If Luca openly got involved in the gasoline tax business in the North District, he would have to have a countermeasure.

To his surprise, Luca remained silent, continuing to consolidate his power in the southern district.

Until the end of May.

Gennaro then realized that what awaited him was not Luca, but the FBI.

That afternoon, the FBI surrounded the Angelo family's club headquarters and arrested several high-ranking Mafia members, including Gennaro.

The person who did it was the Bulger brothers' childhood friend.

The charges involved included, but were not limited to, murder, drug trafficking, pimping, extortion, and so on. Moreover, the evidence was conclusive. When those recordings were presented to Gennaro, the old man was completely stunned.

These recordings spanned several months, and there was also a great deal of supplementary evidence, which completed the entire chain of evidence.

Faced with this situation, Gennaro was disheartened, but at the same time, a tremendous anger rose within him!

Damn it! You despicable and shameless Luca!

They actually colluded with the FBI to target me!
Is there even a question? It must have been Luca who did it; only he would want to get rid of me!
"Luka?"

The FBI expressed great interest, saying, "Mr. Angelo, while we also want to arrest Luca, we don't have enough evidence. If you can provide some evidence, we can consider reducing your sentence and saying a few good words for you in court."

Gennaro was furious and wanted to expose it, but then he realized he didn't seem to have any evidence. Gasoline tax? Should he expose that? If he did, it wouldn't just be Luca who would suffer, but also several Mafia families behind him.

Even if I hide in prison, the committee will still hold me accountable.

Moreover, he lacked sufficient evidence to accuse Luka, as those wholesale companies were all backed by Russians.

In addition, the Boston FBI's attitude towards Luca is a bit strange; they also want to arrest him.

At that time, Gennaro asked, "Tell us first how you found our family's stronghold and how you planted the listening devices."

If Luca did it, that kid will go to hell with him too. The committee will never let someone who betrays the Mafia get away with it!

The FBI thought about it and didn't hide it, because the person was already dead.

"The information provided by the white-haired man indicates that he is an informant for our FBI."

Upon hearing this answer, Gennaro turned ashen-faced.

So, Luca doesn't even need to personally deal with me?

A person who had been dead for more than two months was still able to shoot himself in the back.

No wonder Luca has never given him a second glance.

Until the day of the trial, Gennaro still didn't know whether the white-haired man's betrayal of him was related to Luca. All he knew was that he would face life imprisonment.

The Angelo family of the North District was wiped out.

It's so cold and lacks class.

Although the Angelo family was destroyed, his core base remained, and he was backed by the Patriaca family.

While in prison, Gennaro received news that the Patriaca family had gathered the remnants of the Angelo family, and the two factions had reunited after years of division.

But the North Side of Boston couldn't be taken back.

The Southern Conference seized the opportunity to completely take over the Northern Conference, and the Triaca family did not object at all, handing over their Boston territory and continuing to huddle in Providence.

There are naturally transactions involved.

One of the benefits Luca relinquished was that the Patriaca family could participate in the gasoline tax business, and Rhode Island, where Providence is located, could get a share of the gasoline business.

In the wider northeastern part of England, Luca found his paradise, and nothing could stop him anymore.

You unified the Boston gangs, ending years of gang warfare and safeguarding the peace of Boston.

[Gain Skill Points x200]

[Gained 100 Skill Fragments]

[Remaining Skill Fragments: 346]

[“Peacemaker” exclusive title advancement progress: 3/3]

[New entry: When facing Irish criminals and thugs, the title skill effect is increased by 50%]

Peace Ambassador (Tier 2): Watcher

Watchers:
1. Inherit all original affixes and skill effects of "Peacemaker", and the aura's influence range is increased by 3 times (3 kilometers → 9 kilometers).
2. Disarm: (Active Skill) Creates a 50-meter radius area that lasts for 10 minutes, eliminating the aggressive intent of all life forms within the area; (Cooldown: 24 hours)
3. Peacekeeper: You can designate a target to become your peacekeeper, who will inherit all of the [Peace Ambassador]'s passive skills and have 50% of the skill effects;
Current number of messengers that can be dispatched: 3 (requires a bond level of close friend or higher) (the number of messengers increases as the title skill is upgraded)

The title has been upgraded to Tier 2, and the peacemaker has become a watcher, gaining several interesting new skills.

Disarming is undoubtedly a divine skill, forcibly eliminating the desire to attack, even the fiercest thugs will have to obediently turn into little lambs.

What interests Luca the most is undoubtedly the "Peacekeeper" skill.

I can now send out envoys, and they can also inherit my aura skills.

"This skill is practically tailor-made for me!"

Luca counted the brothers and sisters he had already reached the level of a close friend, and thought that everyone would eventually get an envoy aura.
When these people are spread all over the world
The scene was so beautiful that Luca was already looking forward to it.

(End of this chapter)