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

Chapter 37 I have a way
Have the pigeons arrived?

When Truber heard the word "pigeon," he was stunned. In his daze, he was caught off guard and punched in the face by David, causing two streams of blood to spurt from his nose.

"Give me back my damn money!" David roared angrily.

Truber reacted, grabbed David's wrist, and shoved him away forcefully. "Madman! Get away!"

He quickly created some distance and looked to the side. A tall, elegant man wearing a thin black trench coat walked calmly into the middle of the crowd.

Luca's gaze swept across the entire arena like a blade, his voice low but the air instantly froze.

"That's enough. You need to learn to respect my territory."

The riot immediately stopped, and the scene fell silent.

David and Richie both recognized Luca. Truber, having dealt with gangsters for many years, knew Luca better than anyone else.

Luca stood like an insurmountable barrier between the two sides, and the two groups looked at each other from opposite sides, and for a moment, both fires went out.

The onlookers and shopkeepers nearby all felt that this scene was extremely absurd.

It's usually the police who stop gang fights, but this time, a mafia member has silenced two groups of police officers.

“This is Luca the Pigeon,” a grocer, used to such things, boasted to a passerby. “In Little Italy, nobody dares to cause trouble in front of him. See? Even the police have to follow the rules of peace here. They don’t dare to disobey him!”

Passersby were greatly shocked.

Boss: "You can rest assured to open your shop and do business here. No thugs will dare to harass you. Of course, you only need to pay a small protection fee. Even if you don't have money, it doesn't matter, but you must show your respect and admiration."

Luca the Dove will help every one of his friends; he is the protector of the common people in Little Italy and our godfather!

The passersby were amazed. "That's incredible! Should I consider moving here?"
At this moment, looking at Luca's sharply defined profile, Truber's mood was at its worst.

He knew he wouldn't gain anything from this today, and Luca would absolutely not allow any more conflict to occur here.

That money must be returned in full—it's useless once it's taken, and how can I dare to spend money that's been registered?

He was overjoyed, thinking he had made a fortune, but it all came to nothing.

Truber was very unhappy.

But he disliked Richie's arrogant attitude even more, and didn't want to indulge David's bad temper.

Two sons of bitches, you stupid bastards!
Are you kidding me?

“I don’t want the money.” Truber threw the money on the ground and glared at Richie. “You honest idiot, take your money and give it to your federal daddy.”

After saying that, he called his brothers to leave.

But then three words came from behind.

"pick it up."

Upon hearing Luca's voice, Truber clenched his fists, but turned around with a smile on his face.

Luca pointed to the money bag on the ground, his voice steady and strong: "Return it to them the way it was taken. Have you forgotten how to spell the word 'respect'? Pick it up."

The police officers' expressions changed repeatedly. Even Truber, the lawless policeman, fell silent when faced with Luca, an even more lawless member of the mafia. His clenched fists tightened and loosened again before finally relaxing.

He took a deep breath, silently picked up the money bag, stuffed it into Richie's arms, and immediately turned and left, not wanting to stay there for even a moment longer.

The stares from the onlookers were incredibly irritating to him; he felt utterly humiliated!
Truber breathed a sigh of relief after driving away.

His colleague asked him, "There were so many of us just now, we should have taught Pigeon a lesson! We're police officers! Why should we be afraid of a mafia member? Besides, he's just a soldier."

Truber cursed, "If you want to die, don't drag me down with you! All of us combined can't beat Pigeon! Do you know why those Italian gangsters fear him? Because he used to be called The Butcher, and he wiped out an entire gang all by himself! You know Nightmare? Pigeon isn't much less formidable!"

Colleague: "."

You stopped the conflict between police officers of different races; you upheld justice and peace within the police force.

[Gain Skill Points +5]

[Gain Skill Fragment +1]

[Current Skill Fragment: 31]

Luca blinked, turned off the panel, and looked back at the two officers.

“Officer Roberts, long time no see.” Luca extended his hand in a friendly manner. “Why didn’t you say hello when you came to Little Italy?”

Richie was suddenly flattered—perhaps it was the first time he had seen Luca so assertive, that even a vicious cop like Truber was afraid of Luca.

Evil people really do need other evil people to teach them a lesson.

He shook Luca's hand. "Hello, I didn't know you were here. I mean, I didn't expect to run into you here again." "This is my home," Luca waved to the vendors and shop owners along the street. "Look, everyone here knows me."

Richie stared in astonishment at the scene, the friendly smiles of the neighbors so radiant they seemed unreal to him.

Little Italy actually has a peace ambassador.

[Bond: Familiarity]

After communicating with him, Luca learned that David had actually joined Rich Roberts' special anti-drug team!

Alright, alright! So you two combined your rare cards, huh?
Luca took David aside for a private chat, glancing at Richie, who was counting money: "I'm curious, did Roberts invite you, or did you join him on your own initiative?"

"Roberts is a trustworthy person."

David exclaimed in admiration, "I've never seen a policeman find a million dollars and turn it in voluntarily, never! He's the first ever! Do you know what he said when I asked him why?"

He said that this was the right thing to do.

So when he found me, I didn't refuse him; I felt I should do the right thing.

Luca thought of the previous murderers, whether it was the sniper or the psychopath from Seven Deadly Sins, all of whom believed they were doing the "right" thing.

But most people don't agree with them.

What Richie and David have done will be recognized by many people.

After the money was counted, Richie didn't linger. He chatted briefly with Luca and then left the Bronx with David.

It's likely due to concerns about Luca's Mafia affiliation that there's a lack of deeper trust.

The Mafia is a drug trafficking organization.

"Those two actually went together."

Luca waved to the departing car, smiling broadly.

He was quite pleased that these two rare cards could come together and do what they both felt was the right thing to do.

Judging from the current situation, Richie has already found one of Frank's hideouts, and Frank will soon be tracked down and targeted.

But that's not enough. To capture Frank, they need to figure out Frank's supply and transportation channels for US military goods.

What's the point of just destroying a small tire shop?
Don't lose sight of the big picture for small gains.

New Jersey.

In a county town more than 100 kilometers from New York, Rich Roberts and his brothers moved their office here.

There's no way around it; New York is a place no human being can live. The police and DEA can't find anyone trustworthy, and good news might leak out.

Moving the temporary headquarters to the next city would give us more autonomy.

That day, everyone sat around a blackboard covered with information about major criminals, and Richie told his colleagues about some intelligence they had recently obtained from their investigation.

Four or five days had passed since the last tire shop robbery, and they had already found some information about Frank Lucas.

For example, Frank's drug business was run through his family. He was the eldest brother and had a large number of brothers and cousins. These relatives were scattered throughout the five boroughs of New York and surrounding cities. On the surface, they ran legitimate businesses such as laundromats, tire shops, furniture stores, and hardware stores, but in private, they were all drug trafficking dens.

"This guy is very low-key in his personal life; he only communicates financially with his lawyer and accountant. He's emulating the Italians, using the same organizational structure to protect himself."

After listening to Richie's account, the superior asked, "How much evidence do you have? Without drugs and witnesses, no one will be sent to prison."

Richie pointed to the photo on the blackboard again, "This guy's name is Dominic Cortano, the second-in-command of the Lucchese family! We've already found out that Frank has connections with him."

He moved his finger and pointed to two other people, "Marigio and White Tiger, these two are both bigwigs in the Lucchese family, secretly helping Dominic ship its products. I think Frank is also a distributor for Dominic."

The police officers' intelligence was rather superficial; they hadn't realized that Frank was the real "North American general agent." Following conventional thinking, the Mafia is usually the mastermind behind everything.

How could a Black person possibly be more capable than an Italian?
"The Luches family?" The superior who came to inspect frowned. "This is a bit difficult."

The expressions on everyone's faces were not good.

The Mafia is definitely 100 times harder to deal with than Black people.

Just then, someone in the crowd said, "If it's the Lucchese family, perhaps I can help."

All eyes turned to David Mills.

Facing the curious stares of the crowd, David chuckled dryly and pointed to an inconspicuous spot in the corner of the blackboard, where a handsome photo was pasted, smiling brightly and standing out among the group of gangsters.

— Luca Greco

(End of this chapter)