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Chapter 205 Another damned undercover agent

SSR Club.

After finishing his communication with the West Coast, Luca made another call to the blond-haired guy, asking him to come to the club the next day to discuss the trip to Los Angeles.

Los Angeles is the home base of the blond guy. He was born in Barstow, California, then went to Los Angeles to work as a cop, and then joined the FBI.

Back in California, the blond guy felt right at home.

To deal with that family of motorcycle thieves, we have to send Little Yellow Hair out.

However, Luca is still unsure whether it was the Family Man gang that did it, as there are countless biker gangs and robbers in Los Angeles.

That's Los Santos, the city with the most biker gangs in the US, bar none. The spirit of freedom has seeped into the very bones of every local.

Besides the Family Heroes, there are also many other criminal gangs involved in street racing in the area.

The Russians and the Los Angeles family are still unsure which group it is.
"Why steal my gasoline of all things?"

Abandoned airport in Brooklyn, New York.

With a deafening roar of the engine, a green phantom sped across the finish line, its tail swinging 180 degrees before coming to a steady stop in front of a group of sexy women. The airflow from the car created a gust of wind that swept into the crowd, revealing the beautiful world beneath the women's short skirts.

The car door opened, revealing Brian's face, which had grown a slightly gray stubble.

Having been undercover in New York for two or three years, time has etched more edges on the young blond man's body. Long-term association with a group of mafia bosses has unknowingly given him a more calm and reserved temperament. He rarely wears those flashy, punk-style clothes anymore; the patterns on his clothes are becoming fewer and fewer, and they are becoming darker and darker, shifting towards deep, cool tones.

Brian has become more mature and more charming.

The only thing that hasn't changed much is the yearning for speed and passion in his eyes.

Racing is his life, and he will never give it up.

Oh~~~~
Cheers erupted from the crowd, who shouted "God of Speed!"

Brian smiled calmly, but felt somewhat bored inside. The racers in New York were just too weak and couldn't put any pressure on him at all.

At first, these people could keep up with him by bombarding him with money and spending money to modify their cars, but as Brian also spent a lot of money on his cars, now these people can't even see the back of their own cars anymore.

A moment later, the other cars also arrived at the finish line one after another.

Nancy walked over with a large roll of banknotes and slapped it into Brian's hand. "You only have $8000 left. Now, most people don't want to participate in any competitions you're in. Brian, you have no rivals in New York."

"8000 yuan is enough for the gas money to go to Los Angeles."

"Los Angeles?"

Nancy asked in surprise, "Are you going to Los Angeles?"

“No,” Brian shook his head, “I’m going back to Los Angeles.”

"Going back to visit relatives?"

"Of course we're going back to race cars!"

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"After honing my skills in New York for a few years, I've improved a lot. When I go back, there shouldn't be many people there who can rival me!"

Nancy was speechless. That's quite a dream. You've been hanging out with Old Pigeon for years, and you still can't forget the Los Angeles racetrack?

"Want to go racing in Los Angeles?" Brian invited.

“Forget it,” Nancy refused. Her younger brother was in a wheelchair and needed her care; he couldn’t leave New York.

"Did you tell Luca?"

"It's Old Pigeon who wants to take me there."

"Oh."

Nancy nodded sullenly; it seemed she wouldn't see Old Pigeon for quite some time.

Brian got into the car, rolled down the window, and waved goodbye.

"Bye-bye~~ Goodbye Brooklyn, goodbye New York!"

After leaving the airport, the green Mitsubishi did not head home, but instead went to Manhattan.

In a private room at a bar, Brian met his boss, and naturally, they talked about his recent trip to Los Angeles.

"Brian, you've been in New York for almost three years now, haven't you?" His boss poured Brian a glass of wine. "Time really flies."

Brian felt a little embarrassed.

For three years, I haven't been able to pass on any useful intelligence.

Damn it, I'm such a bad undercover agent!

"You should be well aware of what's going on in Boston, right?"

The boss said, "The FBI over there turned White Hair and got a lot of intelligence and information about the Angelo family from him, which dismantled the local Mafia's power in one fell swoop. Boston has set a good example for the Mafia across the country. Now FBIs in various places are trying to secretly turn Mafia members and then use the RICO Act to crack down on Mafia families."

Boston's remarkable achievement has spread throughout the United States, and FBIs in various regions are looking to emulate it.

This tactic wasn't first devised in Boston; it was first used by the FBI in New York.

Back then, Denham secretly turned the Colombo family's harvester against them, and obtained a lot of evidence through that guy. Although he failed to directly destroy the Colombo family, he still severely damaged them.

However, Denham was in charge of turning the Reapers to the enemy, and to maintain secrecy, his colleagues were not informed. White Hair, on the other hand, had a direct agreement with the FBI, which was known to many within the organization.

To date, the FBI still doesn't know how Denham was successfully recruited.

There's a white-haired childhood friend in the Boston FBI who helped him pull some strings. What about Denham?
The FBI has tried to recruit many members of the Colombo family before, but Denham was the only one who succeeded.

"Brian, you must have gathered quite a bit of intelligence about the Lucchese family, right?" his superior asked. "Who do you think has a chance of being turned? Could Pigeon be turned?"

“Well…” Brian looked uncertain. “To be honest, I’m not entirely sure either. Old Pigeon isn’t opposed to contacting the authorities, but I think it’s unlikely you’ll get anything out of him.” Maybe you’ll get a lot of information out of him.

Having spent several years by Old Pigeon's side, Brian believed he knew him well. Old Pigeon was indeed passionate about defending peace, but his methods were quite insidious and brutal. No matter what he did, Old Pigeon had clear goals and plans in mind, and anyone who stood in his way would not have a good ending.

Sometimes, Brian would find himself sitting right next to Old Pigeon, still unsure of what Old Pigeon was up to, but he knew that many things were under Old Pigeon's control.

In the blink of an eye, the whole of Boston has changed.

Brian was still unsure of what Old Pigeon was going to do in Los Angeles. In any case, wherever Old Pigeon went, he was bound to stir up a bloodbath.

"What about the bugging devices?" the boss asked, looking exasperated. "You've been in the SSR Club for so long, and you haven't managed to plant a single bugging device?"

“I’ve tried! There are people checking the club every day, what can I do?” Brian argued. “If Old Pigeon finds out I’ve planted a bug, I’m finished! He definitely won’t let me off the hook.”

Brian tried going undercover at first, but now he's too lazy to try anymore and doesn't want to pretend.

The club is great, why shut it down?

Before he knew it, Brian found himself developing feelings for the club. There were many friendly people there, and the people under Old Pigeon were all talented and had a pleasant way of speaking. He loved the club!

"And what about the evidence?" the boss sighed. "You haven't collected a single piece of evidence in three years?"

"No, Old Pigeon only lets me drive. I'm just a driver and have no involvement in those criminal activities."

Brian continued to argue.

There is some evidence, but it's nothing major, and Brian doesn't want to hand it over.

If Old Pigeon runs into trouble, Matilda will definitely be very sad, and her friends in the club will also be very upset.

And the residents of Little Italy... nobody wants to see anything happen to the old pigeon, right?

Old Pigeon, this pillar of stability, cannot be removed by the FBI, otherwise it will cause a huge uproar.

Upon hearing Brian's answer, the superior's eyes flickered. He couldn't produce any intelligence or evidence during their meetings, so what was the point of inserting this undercover agent?

"Brian, do you really think you're Mafia?"

The boss stared intently into Brian's eyes, but all he saw was the same unwavering clarity.

Mafia? Brian never fussed over his identity. "Do I look like Mafia? You can insult my work ability, but you can't insult my character and driving skills!"

boss:"."

You might say this kid isn't capable, but he's the only one who can gain Old Pigeon's trust—the FBI has tried to plant other undercover agents under Old Pigeon, but without exception, they all failed. Given Luca's current status, getting an undercover agent to infiltrate his inner circle is as difficult as climbing to the sky.

But Brian succeeded nonetheless.

Is it because Brian is stupid and sincere enough that he gained Luca's trust?

But what undercover agents need least is sincerity.

The boss really can't figure out if Brian is any good or bad.
Getting back to the main topic, the boss then asked about the trip to Los Angeles, and Brian was completely confused, not knowing what Old Pigeon was up to.

“I have a mission here.” The boss briefly explained the Los Angeles Mafia situation. “The FBI headquarters in Washington is very concerned about this. We’ve already reached an agreement with Magician. He’ll participate in our witness protection program. We’ll protect his safety, and he’ll provide us with intelligence on the Mafia.”

Brian's heart skipped a beat: "You're not going to ask me to protect that magician, are you?"

The boss shook his head: "He's not under our protection right now. He's staying at a hotel in Las Vegas. Your task is to cooperate with the FBI agents in Washington to bring him back."

"Boss, are you kidding me? Old Pigeon is keeping an eye on me!"

"What do you think Pigeon is going there for this time? He's definitely going to Las Vegas to kill the witness. You need to keep us updated on Pigeon's movements to prevent him from sabotaging our operation."

The boss's expression was very serious. "This matter is extremely important! You must cooperate and complete the mission, no matter what means you use!"

Brian was extremely frustrated.

This supposedly joyful West Coast trip was shrouded in gloom even before it began.

The following afternoon, at the SSR Club.

Luca's side gathered more intelligence, one about the tanker truck robbery and the other about the million-dollar bounty in Las Vegas.

The magician in Vegas is called Buddy.

He is the head of the Los Angeles family in Las Vegas, and also a well-known poker player and magician in the area, having won the title of "Entertainment Person of the Year" in Las Vegas multiple times.

He's a big star in the local area.

However, behind the back of the Los Angeles family, this guy has been using his own reputation to build up his own faction and build connections in Vegas over the past two years, befriending local political and business figures. He has now become the second largest faction of the Los Angeles family.

Luca felt a strange sense of familiarity; wasn't the Angelo family of Boston also a faction that had split off?

Looking at Buddy's photo, Luca narrowed his eyes, a strong killing intent flashing within them.

[Rare Card Discovered: Buddy Israel]

Buddy: B

[Source: Five-Route Kill Order]

[Skill: Magic Cards]

[Bond: Strangers]

"So that's how it is."

Luca sneered; the FBI certainly had a good plan.

It's that damn undercover agent again!!

He was also an undercover agent who became a high-ranking member of the Mafia!

(End of this chapter)