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Chapter 211 Goodbye, Old Pigeon
Brian just wanted to get Buddy out of there as soon as possible; he didn't want to stay in this godforsaken place in Vegas for another second.

Back at the hotel, Brian found some colleagues in the lobby, asked them about the situation, and then went upstairs with them.

Colleague: "We just asked the front desk and found out that someone is using fake identification and impersonating our FBI agents."

Brian looked around and, sure enough, several of his colleagues were missing.

The assassins have already begun their operation!

Without delay, everyone immediately grabbed their weapons and went upstairs to take action.

The top floor of the hotel.

The luxury suites are a VIP exclusive area, and other people cannot go directly to them by elevator. They can only go down one floor, where Buddy has arranged for many fully armed bodyguards to keep watch at all times.

Strangers are not allowed to come up.

Inside the room, Buddy, dressed in pajamas, leaned against the sofa. He looked weak from excessive drinking and womanizing, and the recent hit order had made him look haggard.

Initially, Buddy didn't intend to cooperate with the government, but Spallanzan pressured him so much that he had no other choice.

I hope the government will protect me.

However, a sudden phone call from his lawyer made his face turn extremely pale.

"The FBI has torn up the agreement! They've gone back on their word!"

The lawyer said frantically on the phone, "Buddy, we're doomed!"

"Wait! How is that possible? The agreement is still in effect! They can't do this!"

"After Buddy's down, the FBI unilaterally overturned everything we agreed on without giving us any explanation! We've been tricked by the FBI! This will get us killed! The Mafia won't let us get away with this!"

Buddy's eyes glazed over, and he slumped onto the sofa.

The Mafia has blocked my way forward, and now the FBI has blocked my way back. Where can I go from here?

Meanwhile, down in the corridor, a group of bodyguards had already raised their pistols and aimed them at the elevator doors. The numbers on the elevator doors were constantly changing, indicating that they were heading towards the top floor.

Meanwhile, various assassins lurking within the hotel were also converging on the top floor.

The war is about to start.

Luca is still on his way to Las Vegas.

Brian, gun in hand, walked out of the elevator with his colleagues. The corridor was deserted, but they remained vigilant and dared not let their guard down.

There are several elevators leading to this floor, but as you continue upwards, there is only one intersection left.

Brian was a little nervous as he couldn't see Buddy's guards or where the assassins were. He pressed himself against the corridor wall, cautiously feeling his way forward, when suddenly he noticed a small red dot on his colleague ahead of him.

Before he could even warn him, there was a sudden, sharp sound of shattering glass. Immediately afterward, his colleague seemed to be hit by a train. As a bullet pierced his body, he was thrown backward violently, and the bullet that had pierced his body still created a large crater in the wall.

"Shit!" Brian's eyelids twitched.

Such power?

Barrett?
The group of agents immediately scattered to find cover, while firing warning shots out the window. However, this indiscriminate firing did not pose any threat to the sniper in the building opposite the hotel, nor could it determine the sniper's exact location.

In the chaos, Brian watched helplessly as his colleagues fell one after another; these guys who had been laughing and joking just moments before were now all corpses.

The fear of death gripped Brian's mind, and he quickly retreated along the wall towards the fire escape. At that moment, he suddenly thought of Old Pigeon; if Old Pigeon were here, he would surely have a way to handle these troubles.

Suddenly, a pair of hands silently reached out from around the corner, covered Brian's mouth, and dragged him into the stairwell next door.

"Brian, it's me."

The familiar voice made Brian give up struggling. He turned around and saw that it was indeed Leon.

"Manager, what are you doing here?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Brian wanted to slap himself. Leon was an assassin; his presence here clearly indicated his purpose. It was definitely related to Buddy.

Old Pigeon was indeed involved in the assassination attempt.

Leon stared at Brian. "What are you doing here?"

Brian didn't know how to explain.

He was there to protect Buddy, which was the complete opposite of Leon's goal.

“Come with me first!” Lyon warned. “It’s dangerous here.”

"No, supervisor, you need to get out of here right now!" Brian was extremely anxious. He had so many colleagues here, and dozens more were coming, along with the local police. If that happened, none of the assassins would be able to escape.

Brian gave Leon a push. "Hurry up and go, or it'll be too late. Don't worry about me, I'm fine."

"Aren't you coming with me?" Leon asked again.

"I can't explain it clearly right now, supervisor. Listen to me, leave here first, and I'll explain it to you later. By the way, don't tell Lao Ge about this yet."

“Old Pigeon already knows you’re here,” Lyon asked again. “Are you sure you don’t want to come with me?”

Brian: "."

Ruined.

With his keen eye, Lao Ge estimated that he would soon be able to guess the truth.

Brian sighed inwardly, gritted his teeth, and urged Leon, "Manager, you should leave now! Hurry! I'll cover you."

A barely perceptible hint of disappointment flashed in Lyon's eyes. Not one for words, he simply nodded silently, turned, and left. "Then be careful. I'm leaving now."

"Also, a reminder to Old Pigeon: don't get too close to the Delanar family lately! They're doomed!"

"Um"

As Brian watched Leon's figure disappear into the shadows of the stairwell, he gave a bitter and helpless smile.

Sorry
I am an FBI agent.

However, I won't let this matter affect Lao Ge too much.

At most, Buddy's evidence will bring down the Delana family, but it won't have a significant impact on the old man on the East Coast. Moreover, given the old man's abilities, he should have other follow-up methods to resolve this minor trouble.

But after this incident, it will be difficult for him to return to the club. The battle outside continues.

Buddy's bodyguards, various assassins, the FBI, and local police—multiple forces—engaged in a massive melee, resulting in a bloodbath.

In a room in the building opposite the hotel.

Arthur, the mechanic dressed as a cleaner, dragged the sniper's body aside, took his place, set up the Barrett rifle, and aimed at the hotel across the street.

He had previously received a new mission from Luca: to eliminate the various assassins who came to collect the bounty, with each kill worth 500,000.

I can earn some extra money again.

boom!
Like cannon fire, the bullets, like cannonballs, easily reaped the lives of the assassins inside the building across the street.

After killing several people, Arthur got up and left only after FBI and police reinforcements arrived at the scene, leaving behind the unseeing corpse.

Next, I need to go to the hospital to find Spallanzan.

He took out his phone and called Luca, saying, "Everything's going smoothly at the hotel."

"Is the hospital ready? I've changed my mind. This time we're going to cause a big scene."

"You pay, we do the work."

The chaotic battle inside the hotel was nearing its end. How could these petty assassins possibly crack the carefully laid plans of Spallanzan and the FBI? They were merely being used to eliminate Buddy's security forces.

By the time the main FBI force arrived at the scene to clean up the mess, it was already over.

Most of the assassins died, a few escaped, and Buddy, an assassin wearing a human skin mask, disguised himself as one of Buddy's men, sneaked into the room, and injected Buddy with a drug that rendered him unconscious.

This assassin was personally chosen by Spallanzan, and the 100 million bounty was specifically allocated to him, while also being given to other unsuspecting assassins as a show of force.

At that moment, Brian's superior also arrived at the scene. The accompanying surgical expert examined Buddy's body and said the pre-arranged lines: "His pulse has been unstable and he has severe heart failure. I can't save him here. I have to take him to the hospital."

Heart failure? This provided a plausible reason for Buddy's normal death on the hospital operating table.

That's how the case closure report will be written.

The boss was very satisfied and nodded, instructing his subordinates to take Buddy to the hospital for "treatment".

At that moment, Brian rushed over in a hurry. His face was stained with mottled blood, clearly indicating that he had suffered some minor injuries in the melee.

This minor injury is nothing; what Brian is more concerned about now is, what the hell happened?!
Ever since I was inexplicably dragged into this mission, everything has become out of control, and why did the plan have to be changed halfway through?
"What exactly happened?" Brian demanded of his boss, his face grim.

"Are you injured? Should we have a doctor take a look at you first?"

"No, all I want now is the truth! You must explain all of this to me clearly!"

"I'm sorry, I can't disclose any information at the moment." The boss shook his head indifferently. "Go back to New York first, and someone will explain things to you in a few days."

"So many agents have died here, and you haven't offered a single explanation?" Brian was furious. "Why did you change the plan at the last minute? If you had told us the truth earlier, so many people wouldn't have died!"

"I'm sorry, I'm very sorry for their deaths, Brian. Why don't you go back to New York and calm down? I'll explain everything to you then."

The second time New York was mentioned, Brian asked, puzzled, "Back to New York? Why? I still have things to do in Los Angeles."

“The undercover mission is over. You no longer need to stay with Pigeon.” The superior stared into Brian’s eyes. “You can resume your normal identity. Isn’t that a good thing?”

"why?"

"Do you want to continue being a Mafia?"

"But why now?" Brian's anger intensified. "From the night you approached me and asked me to come to Vegas to carry out a mission, did you already plan to make me quit?"

"I have other things to do right now."

The boss couldn't explain it at the moment either. The matter with Spallanzan wasn't over yet. If it succeeded, everything would be fine, and he wouldn't mind telling Brian the truth.

If he fails, Brian will be removed from the team and punished.

The FBI will not take responsibility for this. Just like the defection of Spallanzan decades ago, the FBI completely reversed the truth, pretending that the undercover agent was killed, and thus justifiably removed the undercover agent from the list.

This time will be similar.

They just changed the undercover agent to take the blame.

“Go back to New York.” The boss turned and left, leaving Brian with a livid face.

Police and the FBI began dealing with the aftermath at the hotel, evacuating the crowd, and treating the injured.

Brian, covered in filth, walked out of the hotel. He squinted and looked up at the sky.

The scorching sun burned his skin painfully, but Brian's heart remained ice-cold.

"This city is so boring."

It's supposed to be an entertainment and gambling city, but I can't feel any joy at all; I've already completed the mission and taken in Buddy, but I feel no sense of accomplishment.

Where are the times when I'm truly happy?

The club? The truck drivers' union? Or perhaps he's with Old Pigeon and his friends?

There's no need to choose; it feels much better than being here anyway.

And from then on, all that happiness will leave me.

Brian has come to terms with reality; his undercover career has been forcibly ended. How is he supposed to face Old Pigeon and Leon now?
Old Pigeon cannot tolerate deception and betrayal.

Perhaps I shouldn't have approached Old Pigeon as an undercover agent. Any other identity would have been fine, but not an undercover agent like Denham and McLean, who were also government officials. However, I got along well with Old Pigeon because there was no deception and we all knew each other's identities.

The undercover agent, on the other hand, was deceitful from beginning to end, lacking sincerity.

Goodbye, old pigeon.

Brian sighed and turned to walk towards the hospital.

He couldn't tolerate this, and he couldn't wait to go back to New York to find out the truth.

My life has been ruined!

We need the truth and an answer now!

(End of this chapter)