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Chapter 55 For Family!

This unexpected task left Luca in a real bind.

Putting aside the skill issue, the war on drugs alone requires Richie to continue fighting.

We've come this far, we're almost there, how can we take down Richie?
Luca is too busy protecting them to even think about it.

"Roberts, it's him."

Concealing his surprise, Luca asked curiously, "Did this guy offend our family?"

"He's blocking our path to wealth."

Marigio trusted Luca implicitly and didn't hesitate to tell him the reasons: "This time, the committee issued the execution order because Dominic and several other families pushed for it."

Marigio, the eldest brother who raised Luca from the age of 10, is one of only two gangsters in the family who dare to engage in the drug trade.

The other one is a white tiger.

He pointed to the photo:

"Roberts has been cracking down on drugs on the streets of New York for many years. Last time he caught Henry, and this time he's got his eye on Frank. He's already taken down quite a few distributors, and he even arrested a Japanese guy a few days ago."
We sent people to him, offered him money, women, cars, and vacation villas—we've tried everything peacefully, just to get him to stop, but he refused all our offers.

At this point, Mario couldn't help but express some admiration, "This guy is incredibly tough. To be honest, I really admire him. Almost everyone in the NYPD and DEA takes bribes from gangs, but he doesn't. He found a million dollars and actually handed it over?!"

I have never seen such an upright policeman!
"Is he crazy? That's a million dollars! In the end, that money will just end up being divided up among those greedy cops!"

Luca shook his head inwardly. Otherwise, why would those federal bigwigs have approached him? It was because they valued Richie's excellent quality of "returning lost property."

“He won’t listen to us, but he should listen to you, right?” Marigio pushed the photo over. “Luca, you’re a peace ambassador, and I need peace right now. Go and resolve this problem.”

"What the hell am I supposed to do?" Luca picked up the photo and thought to himself, "This is way too far off from the original plot!"
Could it be that I fueled the fire too much, causing a butterfly effect?

He nodded calmly, then raised a question:

“Marigio, this isn’t a problem that can be solved by killing one Roberts. The federal government is serious this time and is determined to crack down on drug crime in New York. Even if you kill one Roberts, countless others will emerge until drugs in New York are no longer so rampant!”

The scourge of drugs has never disappeared in the United States, from the past to the present, and even into the future... Neighboring Mexico, Cuba, and South America will continue to supply them.

Even a chemistry teacher with a terminal illness can make a small contribution by creating ice cubes with very high purity.

But drug trafficking in New York is so rampant and chaotic that even the DEA and police are openly selling drugs, making the situation lawless.

It's less about the federal government cracking down on drug traffickers and more about purging its own internal network.

The sewer is clogged, and there's a mountain of poop; it needs to be unclogged.

This is an inevitable trend of the times.

Margio was taken aback. "This isn't the first time the Federation has cracked down on drug crimes. When has the Federation ever succeeded? It's just that we've never encountered a tough nut like Roberts before."

“You should trust me,” Luca said patiently. “I rarely argue with you, but whenever we disagree, I always end up proving myself right.”

“Luca, I know you don’t want to get involved in this business, so I’ve never forced you to participate, okay? How much do you want?”

Marigio wore a helpless smile, like an old father giving his mischievous son pocket money; he assumed Luca wanted something better again.
"I'm the only one in the family who's so generous to you. I even give you money to kill people every time. Look at the other assassins in the family, who would dare to whimper and ask for money after killing someone? This isn't a hotel on the mainland, this is serving the family and showing loyalty!"

"I know you've been good to me, and I remember it all. This time, it's really not about the money."

"But for me, it is."

Margio said helplessly, "Unlike the other cash cows in the family, I only have this one business to make money. If this business stops, do you expect me to make money from the bar? I can't even guarantee my position in the family."

It was only when facing Luca, his half-nephew, that Marigio was able to speak his mind: "Back when you were with me, I was just an ordinary soldier. You should know better than anyone why I'm a gang leader now."

Because they managed to latch onto the second boss's coattails.

Luca knew this, of course. Many of the fish delivery jobs he had taken on in the past were given to him by Dominic and then relayed to him through Marigio—such as the execution of Stan.

But this time, Dominic's mission disrupted all of Luca's plans.

The butterfly effect was severe, and it even directly affected Luca.

Killing Ricky Roberts was completely contrary to Luca's original plan and his long-term goals and interests.

Stop the war on drugs?

Watching helplessly as Dominic expands his drug business and leads his family down a predictable path to ruin?

Besides, would killing Rich Roberts really stop the war on drugs? Would it make the federal government abandon the idea of ​​purging New York?

Why didn't the second boss just go to jail with Frank peacefully? Why did he have to jump out and cause trouble?!

This is a major update to the New York version; it's not something that can be ended by taking down one Richie.

Thinking of this, a cold glint flashed in Luca's eyes.

Richie can't die!
Help him win the war on drugs! Don't give up the system rewards and character synergy skills!

Such a momentous operation would surely yield a very generous reward for upholding peace at its conclusion.

Moreover, it could severely damage the second boss's drug business, and even send him to jail.

If the second boss doesn't fall, when will Luca, who doesn't touch drugs, have a chance to take over?

A drug cartel—that's not what Luca wants. This was the first time Marigio had seen Luca so silent, and he was puzzled. Luca used to kill very decisively, it was just a matter of how much money. Was this mission causing Luca some difficulty?

As Luca's elder and also his boss, Marigio thought long and hard before extending his hand:
"Forget it, just give me back the photos. I'll find a reason to talk to Dominic and ask him to switch the hitman. He actually values ​​your abilities a lot and specifically told me to make sure you're the one to do it. We trust you to handle things."

Marigio didn't want to put Luca in a difficult position. If he really didn't want to, then so be it. Killing a policeman was nothing; there were plenty of assassins out there.

Take, for example, the Deadly Viper organization—an organization of assassins that relies on the Continental Hotel platform. Its members have a strong affinity for East Asian culture and are proficient in Chinese Kung Fu and Japanese swordsmanship.

Margio heard that the leader of this organization recently brought people to New York because the founder of Red Flower Restaurant was arrested, causing some problems for the restaurant's business.

There are some problems that need to be dealt with.

Thinking of this, Marigio asked curiously, "Were you at the scene when that Japanese guy was arrested a while ago? I heard it was one of your men who stopped him."

“That Japanese guy lost a car to me,” Luca explained casually. “He tried to run away, and of course I wasn’t going to let him get away with it.”

Marígio: "."

That's the surface truth. Marigio knew the GTR was in Luca's garage, but he just didn't expect it to be so dramatic.

Out of years of affection and trust, and a gut feeling, he chose to believe Luca's words, but reminded him: "Luca, we don't reject the police, but don't get too close to some of the police who are against us. Those who don't obey will end up like Roberts, and the family won't let them get away with it."

Luca chuckled inwardly. "I was planning to support Richie, win the drug war, and get rid of Dominic, but now you're doing the opposite of what I'm doing."
Boss, you guys are forcing me to make an even more extreme choice!

Marigio raised his glass and comforted her, saying, "You weren't deeply involved with drugs, and you've already cut ties completely. Opening a club is a good idea. From now on, just focus on running the club and stay away from drugs. I'll find someone else to handle this mission."

Luca looked up at Marigio, who was like a father and friend to him. If it weren't for Marigio's help when he was 10 years old, Luca would have become a homeless orphan.

Moreover, in the Mafia, refusing a mission is an extremely dangerous act. You have to do whatever you're told to do, without any room for argument. Even if your mother is lying in a hospital ward, you have to rush back to serve the family as soon as possible.

Family always comes first, above God, above the nation.
Luca knew very well that Marigio had been covering for him all these years when he made some of his capricious bargaining decisions. If Marigio had a character card, the bond between them would have reached the level of partners and family before Luca broke free from the mystery of his birth.

Luca put the photo in his pocket and smiled. "Uncle Marigio, it's been a long time since I called you that, hasn't it?"

"You little brat! You still know how to call me uncle? When you were born, your father made me baptize you! I was your godfather! And look at you these past year!"

"I'll take this mission."

"You agree?"

"You're my uncle, if I don't help you, who else should I help?"

Luca shrugged. Let's stall for time. It's best to wait until the drug war is over. It's better to have the mission in our own hands than in someone else's.

Marigio laughed and scolded, "Hahaha, kid, I knew you'd help me! Come on, let's have a good drink, uncle and nephew!"

"I'm driving!"

Just one!

The two raised their glasses together, clinking them together, and drank to the moon.

"correct."

Luca suddenly remembered, "Isn't there an execution order? Who is it for?"

Could it be that kid David?
These two brothers were far too powerful; they were targeted by the committee and executed without hesitation.

This time, Marigio didn't pull out a photo. After a moment of silence, he uttered a name:
"Carmay Galant!"

It wasn't David, but the Bonanno family—the big boss!

The National Committee of the Mafia wields such power that it can even execute the head of a family!

Luca fell silent again.

But this time, he wasn't surprised.

In the original storyline, while Downey was undercover, Garland was executed by the other families—not because of greed, but because he was too stingy and didn't know how to share.

It was this incident that caused turmoil within the Bonanno family. The second-in-command, who was in prison, temporarily took over the management of the family and promoted Black Sonny to be the family's leader.

This incident really frustrated Lao Zuo, and he almost became withdrawn.

After waiting for decades, Mad promoted Black Sonny but not himself, this old man.

What Lao Zuo didn't know was that while Black Sonny was in prison, he had a very good relationship with the second boss, which was why he was promoted.

Luca quickly weighed the pros and cons of the matter. He was reluctant to kill Richie, but killing Galant was a different story. It all depended on how much benefit he could gain from it.

I wonder how many rewards the system will give out if I take down a big boss of a family.

Moreover, with the execution order in place, there's no need to worry about causing any trouble.

Luca said, "I've accepted this mission too."

Margio raised an eyebrow: "You were so hesitant to kill the police, but you're all eager to kill Galant?"

Luca paused for two seconds, gathered his thoughts, and then uttered the slogan:
"It's all for my family!"

(End of this chapter)