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

Chapter 206 Resurrect, My Family
The original plot is simple: the mafia issues a bounty and recruits a group of assassins to kill Buddy. But in reality, it's a conspiracy, and the assassins are all pawns. The real target is Buddy's heart.

This heart is to be used to save an elderly, dying Mafia boss.

This so-called high-ranking official was once an FBI agent. He killed his boss, underwent plastic surgery to change his identity, and then gradually infiltrated the upper echelons of a Los Angeles family.

This was originally a good thing for the FBI, but he got addicted to being the boss and betrayed them, really thinking he was Mafia.

It's not just their faces that have changed; their hearts have changed too.

So this was a failed undercover operation.

The FBI, on the other hand, wanted to facilitate this "heart-removal operation" to revive the defector and find a way to obtain decades of Mafia intelligence on him.

"It turns out that undercover agents had already infiltrated the Mafia during World War II. Nearly sixty years of undercover work!"

Luca couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.

Damn, the Mafia hadn't discovered it all along. No wonder, he really thought he was Mafia. For decades, he'd been protecting the Mafia's interests, diligently carrying out criminal operations. The committee still didn't know this guy was an FBI agent.

Even Luca was unaware that too little attention was being paid to the West Coast; he was more familiar with the situation on the East Coast.

The key is.
Luca picked up the undercover agent's photo. He'd seen that face before, but no panel popped up in front of him. Firstly, this guy didn't have much screen time in the original storyline and wasn't very prominent; secondly, this undercover agent had changed his identity and name through a face-changing act, something Luca hadn't considered before.

Fortunately, Buddy has finally made his mark. He's developed incredibly fast in the last two years, going from a nobody to a Las Vegas star, from an unknown to someone Luca can now notice.

And once it came into Luca's sights...
Looking at the panel in front of him, Luca's gaze was deep, and the killing intent in his eyes was undisguised.

What was initially thought to be a simple internal power struggle has now become entangled with a 60-year-old undercover agent. Regardless of whether this guy has truly changed his mind, what his stance is, or whether he will betray the Mafia to the FBI, Luca is determined to eliminate him.

His position was simply too high—the second-in-command of a Los Angeles family.

This position allows them to access the National Committee, which has held intelligence on countless major families over the decades.

You old geezer, your heart's failing, why don't you just learn from Gambino and die? You even want a heart transplant?

This guy needs to be shut up completely!

At this point, Buddy's life or death is no longer important. Let the FBI and those assassins do whatever they want. Luca just needs to take out this second boss and eliminate all the crises at the source.

Assassinating the second boss can only be done secretly. Luca has no evidence that the person is an undercover agent. If it weren't for the system, he would still be kept in the dark.

Who would have thought that a dying old man in his seventies or eighties had actually infiltrated the Mafia decades ago?

"This kind of thing can't be left to outsiders; only Lyon and I can do it to prevent more people from finding out."

Luca's most trusted assassin is Leon, and the uncle who likes to keep the Silver Queen stands by his side unconditionally.

"No one should have expected that I would directly target the second-in-command of the Los Angeles family."

With a clear goal in mind, the murderous intent in Luca's eyes gradually subsided, and his gaze returned to calm.

"By the way, will the system reward me handsomely if I get rid of this guy?"

Luca wasn't sure either. If this guy was a real mafia boss, the system would definitely give him a good reward, but this guy was a traitorous undercover agent.

His identity is like Schrödinger's cat; who knows what he's thinking now?

Just then, the landline on the desk rang.

"Old Pigeon, Brian is looking for you."

Before meeting his boss last night, Brian was full of anticipation for his trip to Los Angeles, but now he stood somewhat restless in front of the bar.

Matilda, who was passing by, jumped onto the chair next to him and started talking excitedly about her trip to Los Angeles—Luca had promised to take her to the West Coast during the summer vacation in August.

"Hey blondie, what are some fun places to visit in Los Angeles?"

"You can go to Hollywood and see. A lot of people from other places go there to chase after celebrities. Do you have any favorite stars?"

"Celebrities?" Matilda asked with little interest. "Are they as handsome as Luca?"

"Uh"

"Or are they more charming than Luca?"

"."

Brian was speechless. "You're comparing an old pigeon to those stars. That's not fair to them."

To be narcissistic, I'm not even as handsome as those celebrities.

"Where is Old Pigeon planning to take you?" Brian tried to find out, hoping Matilda might know about Old Pigeon's itinerary.
Matilda: "I don't know, I'll go wherever Luca goes."

Brian gave up. He realized he had been foolish and had grasped at straws in his desperation. What did a little kid know?

But if Old Pigeon really wants to get rid of Buddy, what should I do?

If Buddy is successfully "infiltrated" by the FBI, the Mafia will be in big trouble, and it might even implicate Old Pigeon.

Brian became increasingly agitated.

"Hey beautiful, give me the strongest drink!" Brian waved his hand.

The bartender and Brian were good friends, so the bartender poured a bottle of eaux-de-vie directly into Brian's glass.

Brian exclaimed in surprise: "At least adjust it for me!"

"Still not strong enough?" The bartender took out a lighter, lit it, and flames shot up. "Is this strong enough?"

Brian: "."

I will die.

Just then, Luca arrived at the bar, and Matilda was the first to tattle, "Luca, Brian said he went to Los Angeles and is going to take you to Hollywood to make you an actor."

Brian quickly covered Matilda's mouth, "That's not what I meant."

"It's not enough that he's always putting on an act in front of me; he wants to go to Hollywood too." Luca instructed, "Brian, remember to ship my GTR over there too." "No problem," Brian agreed, then asked curiously, "Old Pigeon, are you going to go racing?"

"It's just for getting around. Whether I speed or not depends on the situation." Luca thought to himself, how can I keep in touch with my family and friends without a powerful car?

In short, driving an old car is not an option; you'll be ridiculed by that biker gang.

Then Luca talked to Brian about the truck drivers' union there. "Many of the local union's drivers have their goods stolen by biker gangs, whether it's gasoline or other goods. Every week, drivers encounter robbers. This time, we're going to take them all down."

"Brian, you're a senior member of our union, helping out the other drivers shouldn't be a problem, right?"

Little Yellow Hair breathed a sigh of relief. So that's why Old Pigeon went to Los Angeles. As long as it doesn't conflict with his own mission, it's fine.

Look at that old pigeon, maintaining peace everywhere. How could I think so badly of him?

"Leave this to me. Maintaining peace in the union is my duty! Old Pigeon, what do you need me to do?"

"I need you to infiltrate the local underground biker gang and gain their trust!"

"."

Brian is speechless. It's not like I'm an old man. I was an undercover agent to begin with. Why are you making me go undercover again?

"That's simple. There's nothing that can't be solved by a few high-speed runs."

Luca remained silent, hoping he wouldn't get beaten up again for dating someone's sister.

I won't help you then.

Los Angeles was scorching hot in mid-August.

Los Angeles is much hotter than New York, and at least it rarely snows in winter.

There is a car repair shop in the neighborhood near Chinatown.

The air was filled with a faint smell of engine oil.

Tang, the bald man in a white vest, crawled out from under the car, took off his dark gloves, and his sister walked over with a list. "What about the parts and services? The supplier keeps urging us to pay."

"Let's stall for now. We'll have the money to pay after we pull off another job." Boss Tang glanced at the car and continued modifying it.

To win first place, you need a good car and expensive parts, starting at hundreds of thousands of yuan. This amount of money is obviously difficult for ordinary motorcycle enthusiasts to obtain through legitimate channels.

Robbery is the main source of funding for biker gangs.

My younger sister looked worried: "The police have been cracking down hard lately, so we should be careful."

"The plan is ready, we can't give up now," Tang Laoda insisted.

The younger sister hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped.

Just then, a roar of an engine came from the doorway. The two turned around and saw a green Mitsubishi come into view.

Mitsubishi? Tang Laoda raised the corners of his mouth. This piece of junk can be modified like this?

Immediately afterwards, another GTR appeared side by side.

Tang was slightly surprised; it was another modified car.

He walked out the door and curiously looked at the strangers.

One of them was a blond guy who looked familiar; I think I'd run into him before when we were racing. The other was a tall, handsome young man wearing black sunglasses and a black shirt, accompanied by a short-haired little girl.

Brian stepped forward, surveyed his surroundings, and casually asked, "Do you do car modifications here? I need the best, highest-end imported parts from Los Angeles; I don't want the cheap stuff."

Before he could finish speaking, Brian saw Torretto's sister behind him, a hint of amazement flashing in his eyes, before he quickly regained his composure.

"Money is no problem, can you help me take care of it?" Brian looked at Dom.

Business was coming in, and Boss Tang pointed to the two cars, "Which one should I change to?"

Luca stepped forward: "Change everything."

[Rare Card Discovered: Dominic Toretto]

[Toreto: SSR]

[Source: The Fast and Furious series]

[Skills: Man and vehicle as one, Bald God of War, Turn enemies into friends, Family Hero, Immortal Clan]

[Bond: Strangers]

[Rare Card Discovered: Mia Torreto]

Mia: A

[Source: The Fast and Furious series]

[Skills: Man and machine as one; Emotional decision-making]

[Bond: Strangers]

Looking at the skills of the brother and sister in front of him, Luca thought to himself, "Is this the essential skill for everyone in your family, where you can become one with the vehicle?"
Until Luca saw the skills of Torreto's "immortal family".

This was the first time Luca had ever seen a resurrection-type skill.

Family Hero's family members will not die; they can be resurrected at any time in the later storyline if Toretto needs them.

Rise, my family!

Luca thought to himself, "I'm going to be the peace ambassador for this family member. At least Toreto can give me a 'resurrection buff'."

(End of this chapter)