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Chapter 208: How Do I Need to Cooperate?
The power of maternal love is indeed great; it can make a killer lay down his weapon and retire from the underworld, just to provide a safe living environment for his child.

If Luca remembers correctly, the place where the Goddess of War went into seclusion was in Texas, or Mexico, or Nevada? He remembered it was definitely in the West, surrounded by endless wilderness and desert. Perhaps there have been some changes that have deviated from the original plot.

But this reclusion was a buy-one-get-one-free deal; she was pregnant with Bill's child and looking for a new boyfriend, only to have her ex-boyfriend come knocking on her door and wipe out her entire family.

It was truly tragic and heroic.

Is she still in Vegas?

"Why do you keep asking about her?" El asked sarcastically. "You two have only met once, and Black Mamba already has someone she likes."

I don't want to be a sucker, I just want to learn a few skills. I shook my head at Luca, who had the Five Thunder Heart Palm technique: "I only care about the bounty in Vegas. If Black Mamba can help, that would be great. Buddy is doomed. Can you contact Black Mamba for me? Ask her if she's going to Vegas to collect the bounty."

Al took out his phone and called Black Mamba. After a brief conversation, Al said to Luca with a joking expression, "Black Mamba refused."

"You don't even want the 100 million reward? I can give her extra money."

“It’s not about the money. She doesn’t want to do it, and no one but Bill can order her around.”

Upon hearing this, Luca became even more certain that the Goddess of War was most likely pregnant and had begun to consider retiring.

She wouldn't do it even for more money? That's not something a professional assassin should do; it just means she doesn't want to do this anymore.

Let her retire if she wants; if she doesn't take action, there are others. Luca's current concern is how to eliminate Spallanzan, who is in Los Angeles.

Luca has already sent Leon to gather intelligence. If the opportunity arises, they'll act immediately; if not, he'll return and figure something out later. Spallanzan is also being monitored and wiretapped by numerous FBI agents; killing someone right under their noses will require considerable effort.

"How long are you planning to stay in Los Angeles this time?" Al asked.

"I'll stay until Matilda starts school next month at least. It's a rare trip to the West Coast, so I'll stay a little longer before I leave."

He has a lot on his plate: taking down Spallanzan, dealing with the biker gang of thieves, and maintaining the local gas tax business.

Just then, Matilda ran barefoot from the beach, carrying a surfboard. "Luca, can you surf?"

Just as Luca was about to answer, El launched himself forward and pulled Matilda into his arms. "Surfing is easy, I'll teach you."

As he spoke, he pulled Matilda along and ran towards the shore.

Luca rested his hands behind his head, basking in the sun with a relaxed air, enjoying this wonderful, leisurely time.

into the night.

Beverly Hills.

These old guys from the Los Angeles family certainly know how to enjoy life. They live in the wealthy neighborhoods of Los Angeles, indulging in the company of celebrities and young models, living a very happy life.

Luca was greeted by a number of bikini-clad models, including some well-known actresses from Hollywood.

The bigwigs on the West Coast don't chat as seriously as they do in New York. As soon as Luca arrived, he was invited to a lavish party, where he enjoyed the services of these supermodels and celebrities.

"These are photos of the robbers."

By the pool, an old man handed Luca several photos—Millano, the big boss of a Los Angeles family, was the one who had talked to Luca about the gasoline tax business on the phone.

Luca glanced at the photo. The image was a bit blurry, and it looked like it was taken from a street surveillance camera. There were four robbers in the photo, all of whom were wearing masks to disguise their identities. However, one of the robbers had long hair, but his figure didn't look like that of a woman.

This doesn't seem like Mia's figure.
Luca frowned, finding it difficult to discern the true identities of the robbers from the photos.

Are there any other photos?

“That’s it.” Milano shook his head. “This is the only robbery that was captured on CCTV. They weren’t stealing gasoline, but other truck drivers’ goods, such as digital products. Now it’s not just our gasoline business that’s suffering. Many members of the truck drivers’ union are complaining about these lawless robbers.”

Luca was also at a loss for the moment. What he was certain of was that Torretto's gang had definitely done it. Now he needed to get Brian to gather more information. If they could stop, that would be the best outcome. If they wanted to continue, Luca would have no choice but to resort to other forceful measures.

After chatting about business for a while, Luca, seemingly casually, inquired about Spallanzan's situation again.

Many leaders came to the villa tonight, but Spallanzan was not present.

"His health is very bad right now, and he's in the hospital recuperating."

Milano looked at the sea of ​​white in the pool. "He needs help to walk. Even if these women were standing naked in front of him, he wouldn't have the energy to enjoy it. Hopefully, he'll recover after getting Buddy's heart. Once he dies, the family will be in turmoil for a while."

Luca sneered inwardly, knowing full well the answer, and asked, "Does Buddy's heart match his?"

Milano countered, "Do you know what Buddy's relationship is to Spallanzan?" "???"

"illegitimate child."

Milano scoffed, "Sparazan fathered Buddy, this good-for-nothing, when he was working as a prostitute in Las Vegas. If it weren't for blood ties, why would Spallanzan support Buddy?"
Like father, like son. The son wants to take his father's place, and the father wants his son's heart to prolong his life. Two selfish and self-serving individuals.

Milano clearly knew some inside information, more than the assassins, but he was only on the second level and didn't know that Spallanzan was an FBI agent in disguise.

Not everyone within the FBI was aware of this.

After Spallanzan defected to the FBI, the relevant documents were sealed away. Decades later, very few people know about it. New employees who joined the FBI later were unaware of it, and only some high-ranking FBI officials knew.

According to the original plot, the FBI agents involved in the investigation were unaware of the true situation. While contacting Buddy, they remembered to retrieve old files and gradually discovered the truth. They then changed their plans midway, abandoning their mission to protect Buddy and instead decided to extract Buddy's heart to save Spallanzan.

A high-ranking Mafia figure who has been undercover for decades is clearly more valuable than Buddy.

However, Luca clearly wouldn't let the FBI achieve their goal.
Meanwhile, in a hospital in Las Vegas.

Spallanzan lay on the hospital bed, thin and gaunt with sunken cheeks and prominent cheekbones. His pale face was filled with death, but his cloudy eyes held a glimmer of hope for life.

Even if it meant sacrificing her own son's life.

He's a dying man, what does a bastard child matter? Let his son's heart continue to beat inside him.

One of his men came over and said, "Boss, the assassin contract has been officially activated. We've added an extra time limit, requiring the mission to be completed within 24 hours. They'll be able to get Buddy's heart for you soon."

Spallanzan could only nod weakly, unable to even muster the strength to speak.

Just as the two were communicating, a disguised FBI surveillance vehicle was parked on the roadside downstairs from the hospital. Several agents were sitting inside, using various devices to listen in and monitor the situation inside the villa.

Around the corner not far behind their car, Lyon emerged from a convenience store, holding a carton of milk he had just bought.

He glanced at the surveillance vehicle not far away, then looked up at the direction of the hospital, and silently turned and left.

"The FBI is right next to the hospital, and there are quite a few bodyguards at the hospital."

During the phone call, Lyon discussed the situation with Luca regarding Spallanzan. "From what I've observed these past few days, Spallanzan never leaves the hospital, so we can't find a suitable opportunity to make a move yet."

This is a bit troublesome. Spallanzan's health is so bad that he can't leave his hospital bed. It's basically unrealistic to expect him to get out and about. If we want to assassinate him, we have to sneak into the ward and get close to the target.

"Could we disguise ourselves as a doctor and sneak in?"

"It's difficult. Those security guards will check everyone who comes in and out."

“You keep an eye on things,” Luca said. “Just make sure Spallanzan doesn’t get away.”

After hanging up the phone, Luca took out a few photos and pondered his plan.

There are two targets: Buddy and his son Spallanzan must both die, with Spallanzan being the higher priority, but it's not convenient to target him right now.

Luca thought for a moment, then called the mechanic. "Arthur, adjust the plan."

the next morning.

Luca called Brian to ask about the situation on Toretto's end.

"Old Pigeon, something came up and I'm not in Los Angeles right now."

On the phone, Brian's voice was full of apology, "I went back to Barstow to see my childhood friends and buddies, who are also racers. They can be a great help if you want to catch those biker gang robbers."

Childhood friend?

Luca remembered that Brian did have a black childhood friend in Barstow who was particularly talkative, and that guy later joined Torreto's biker gang.

In that case, Luca will not interfere with Brian's undercover plan.

On the other side, on the way to Vegas.

Brian hung up the phone, turned to look at his other FBI colleagues in the car, and said, "Tell me, how do you need my cooperation? Hurry up, I'm going back to Los Angeles after this."

(End of this chapter)