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

Chapter 68 Anti-Drug Ambassador
In the following period, official news reports continued to be released:

Police today arrested four officers suspected of accepting bribes from drug lords. An investigation into police corruption is sweeping across New York's narcotics enforcement agencies.

Nineteen more police officers were arrested today.

[This is reportedly the biggest police bribery scandal in New York City. Today, more than 32 officers will be charged in federal court for bribery and face jail time.]

More than half of the municipal officials in charge of drug enforcement have been implicated in corruption cases. Allegations of widespread bribery within the elite anti-narcotics squads have led to the arrest of more key New York agents.

They have been convicted of extortion and members of the New York Special Drug Enforcement Unit will face sentencing in federal court today.

Federal prosecutors believe these police officers are guilty!

Behind Richie is Washington, and various federal prosecutors!

With irrefutable evidence and Frank testifying, not a single corrupt cop can escape!
This incident turned the entire New York Police Department into a laughing stock across the United States.

But other police departments aren't so happy. They're all in the same boat. This time New York is doomed, and next time it might be their turn.

"Well done, Frank!"

In a room plastered with photos of evidence, Richie clapped his hands at Frank, his eyes no longer filled with disgust for the drug lord, but with satisfaction and admiration.

During the period of collaboration, there was even a sense of mutual appreciation between them.

Frank is so cooperative! So cooperative!
Those jerk cops who used to insult him for returning lost money are all going to jail.

"What would you like to drink to celebrate?" Richie asked with a smile.

Do you have holy water?

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Richie knew that Frank was a religious person.

Frank then asked, "I've never really understood how you and the pigeon got together?"

“I’m also quite close to Galant,” Richie said, shaking his head. “I’ll join forces with whoever can help me deal with you.”

“Without the Mafia, you might not be able to make me admit defeat. I have entertainment stars and sports stars. I control Harlem. I protect the entire Harlem, so Harlem will support me!”

"But the Mafia controls all of New York."

"."

Frank sighed. Damn, those insatiable wolves.

“But I only trust Pigeon.” Richie smiled. “He’s the only Mafia member I trust.”

"Oh? You trust him that much? What did he do to earn your trust?"

“He’s my friend, you won’t learn anything from me.” Richie shook his head. “He helped your family too, didn’t he?”

Frank didn't know what to say. He had only met Pigeon a few times, and the last time they met, Pigeon brought bad news, even though he knew it wasn't Pigeon's intention alone.

But compared to the will of the entire Mafia, that guy Pigeon...
Coo~~Coo~~
Frank turned his head, and a white dove flew past the window.

[Bond: Familiarity]

This massive upheaval finally came to a slow end at the end of August.

Frank Lucas was sentenced to 70 years in prison, and 30 members of his family were imprisoned for drug trafficking!
Federal agencies seized hundreds of millions of dollars in assets belonging to Frank in U.S. and overseas banks!

More than three-quarters of New York's narcotics officers have been convicted!
The Mafia, hidden behind the scenes, "retired successfully" without causing any ripples, and both Frank and Richie remained silent.

The peace ambassador has gained the family's approval!

As expected of a top-notch mediator, not only did she persuade Frank, but the police also cooperated so well. The committee had initially thought it would have some impact on the Mafia, but nothing happened at all, which surprised everyone.

The Lucchese family tycoon even met with Luca in person, praised him, and encouraged him to continue to maintain "peace" with all sectors of society.

Peace is the most precious thing!

The Mafia needs people like peace ambassadors!

You helped the police win the New York drug war and purged officials from all walks of life related to drug enforcement. You defended the peace of New York!

[Gain Skill Points x300]

[Gain 150 Skill Fragments]

[Theoretical lifespan + 1 year]

[Gain title/skill: Anti-Drug Ambassador]

[Anti-Drug Ambassador: When you face drug addicts/dealers/drug lords, your combat power increases by 20%, and you also gain the effect of Fear Suppression: the opponent's combat power decreases by 20%, and their resistance decreases by 20%;]

Trust level +20% for official members involved in drug enforcement;

Your immunity to all toxins increases by 20%;

And reduce the feeding desire of all poisonous insects around you by 0% to 100% (based on distance, maximum diameter: 1 kilometer).

Luca was stunned when he saw the new skills that appeared in the title list.

Holy crap, this is definitely a reward for a major battle!

A skill was given away for free!
My peace ambassador has become a drug prohibition ambassador!

Luca was a little confused. If he had this skill attached to him, wouldn't all the poisonous insects around him have to quit their drugs?
You can open a drug rehabilitation center in the SSR Club now.

The effects of the drug rehabilitation are incredible, and it also boosts combat power against drug addicts and dealers, and suppresses fear. Those drug dealers in my family, can they still hold their heads high in front of me?

The white tiger was about to turn into a kitten in front of him.
And Uncle Marigio.

"I, the peace ambassador, finally have a magical skill too."

A little excited, Luca immediately got in his car and headed straight for Wall Street, intending to test the effects of his skill.

Jordan is such a piece of trash!
He's at least my cash cow, so I'd better kick the hell out of drugs and live a few more years.

Stratton Corporation.

Business here has slowed down a bit compared to before—this is due to some agreements Jordan reached with the authorities.

However, the company's corporate culture is becoming increasingly vibrant and fun.

Working while having parties, afternoon tea at the cat shop ordered by the boss, and being yelled at by the boss every now and then, getting a pep talk, taking drugs, playing cards, and being in a state of extreme excitement every day.

I'm even more passionate when I make phone calls!

Make sure your clients fully experience the agent's enthusiasm!

This is perhaps the most abstract company on Wall Street.

At this very moment, Jordan is in his office planning to have some fun.

Then, in the next second, it suddenly went limp.

"etc."

Jordan left the battlefield looking puzzled, sat on the sofa in a daze, his eyes somewhat unfocused, as if he had lost his soul.

"Get out." Jordan waved his hand dismissively, signaling the female employee to leave.

“Donnie, I suddenly feel like there’s a void in my heart,” Jordan said, pointing to the flour on the coffee table, which was rolling around with difficulty. “Now when I see it, it reminds me of all that damn whitewash on the walls when the company was being renovated. Can you believe it? I can’t possibly lick that dust!”

Jordan clutched his head. "Heavy gift crab! What's wrong with me?! I've never been this clear-headed before! Donnie, am I going crazy?!"

Donnie sat on the ground, looking utterly dejected. "I haven't even ejaculated yet, how come I already have that after-ejaculation feeling?" The two of them sat there like two old monks, dumbfounded, as if they had lost all purpose in life for a moment.

Donnie pulled out a bottle of sleeping pills. "Want to try this?"

Why don't you try?

"I do not want to eat."

"Me too."

Jordan sprawled out on the sofa in a relaxed, reclining position until there was a knock on the door.

The two looked up.

The pigeons have arrived.

"Old Pigeon".

"Could you put your pants on first?"

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After taking his seat, Jordan looked at the old pigeon that hadn't changed at all and suddenly felt a sense of fear, like a mouse seeing a cat, as if the other party was about to suddenly rush over and beat him up.

Wait a minute, why did Old Pigeon beat me up?
I've already pulled up my pants!
"Old Pigeon, are you in a bad mood today?" Jordan asked with a forced smile.

"I'm in a great mood today," Luca said with a smile.

"I always get the feeling that you're about to explode at any moment."

"Are you hallucinating from taking too much?"

"This is definitely not an illusion, you today... well, I might really have taken too much."

Jordan clutched his head, looking constipated. "To hell with it! Don't even mention that stuff. I'm perfectly clear-headed right now and don't want to see it at all! All I want right now is a drink. I'm still not used to this mental state."

Luca feigned surprise: "Oh no, Jordan, you've kicked your drug habit? That's harder than quitting sex."

Jordan: "."

Although, it does seem to bring a sense of clarity that I haven't experienced before.

I was clear-headed, but not excited enough; it felt like something was missing.

Jordan rubbed his hair in exasperation and asked, "Forget about that, what's up, Old Pigeon? You came over without even calling."

Luca casually asked about the registration status of those shell companies overseas.

Now that the war on drugs is over, he can start his cash cow plan—taking advantage of the anti-drug ambassador's status, he can help Marigio rise to power, and then he can take over the position of gang leader.

The initial plan is this: even if Marigio doesn't make it, he can use this opportunity to gain more recognition from the family, carve out a path to become a leader, or even a higher position.

Making money is essential.

9 month 2 number.

On the day Frank Lucas was officially imprisoned, Lucas and Richie met at the prison to fulfill their promises to Frank.

Luca settled Frank's mother and wife, who left New York to live in Puerto Rico; Richie granted leniency to Frank's brothers who pleaded guilty, in accordance with legal commutation provisions.

Frank then smiled and thanked the two men, leaving them with a weary and worn-out silhouette.

The era of blue magic has come to a complete end.

Having completed his "mission," Ricky Roberts laid down his burdens and walked out of the prison. He told Luca, "I've submitted my resignation to the prosecutor's office, Pigeon. In a few days, I won't be a policeman anymore."

"So what are you going to do in the future?"

"lawyer."

Richie looked back at the cold cage beside him, at the prisoners trapped inside the iron bars, and said, "Frank will be my first client."

He was very grateful for Frank's cooperation; without Frank, those corrupt cops would have had a hard time being convicted.

Luca chuckled. "You're a really competent lawyer, kid. You managed to reduce Frank's 70-year sentence to just 15 years before releasing him."
But you're still a police officer now, right? And a narcotics officer at that.

[Would you like to spend 80 skill fragments to exchange for "Honesty in Returning Lost Property"?]

【whether】

Yes!
[Redeem successful, skill added]

[Honesty: Your integrity has been recognized by the federal government, increasing your trust level by 10%; when you turn over illegally obtained funds to the government, your trust level will increase by an additional 5% to 30% (depending on the amount and source of the illegal proceeds).]
At the same time, the trust level of corrupt police officers decreases by 10% to 50% (depending on the amount turned over and the degree of involvement of the corrupt officer in organized crime).

[Remaining Skill Fragments: 178]

Richie's two skills are now yours!

As he looked away from the pigeons, Richie realized that the young man was becoming more and more pleasing to the eye.

Without any warning or hesitation, Richie was suddenly overcome with a sense of melancholy and wanted to share it with his best friend:

“Old Pigeon, do you think putting Frank in jail will change anything? There are so many addicts in New York, they will still use drugs, they will steal, rob, sell themselves, and even die for drugs. Putting Frank in jail doesn’t seem to change anything.”

Richie pointed to the prisoners in the exercise yard next to him, "There are a lot of drug addicts and drug dealers locked up here. They will continue to sell drugs after they get out."

“That’s just how it is.” Luca nodded, as if the five great families would continue drug trafficking even after this devastating blow.

At most, he could persuade Marigio to stand on his side; as for the White Tiger, he didn't even have the idea of ​​communicating with that idiot.

People like Pauli Cicero, who refuse to sell drugs, are the kind of friends Luca needs.

“But at least you paid the price,” Luca comforted her. “You saved dozens, even hundreds, of families who lost loved ones because of drug addiction. You also put all those corrupt cops who dealt with drug dealers in jail. For a long time to come, New York’s drug market will not be able to recover, and perhaps it will never be able to surpass the era of Blue Magic.”

"Rich, you've made this city a better place, even if only a little bit."

Luca's words brought Richie a sense of comfort.

“Pigeon, you’re involved too. Your name won’t appear on the federal case report, but I’ll remember everything you did.”

"Haha, I'd rather live in other people's memories than have my name appear on a federal official's desk. Besides..."

Luca walked to the iron fence and stared at the prisoners on the parade ground. An invisible psychological pressure emanated from him, and all the drug addicts and dealers present felt a chill run down their spines and fell silent.

The once bustling playground became much quieter in an instant.

Many people looked at Luca with surprise and doubt. Those who didn't know him expressed their confusion, while those who did silently took a few steps back.

Luca raised an eyebrow and gave Richie a reassuring look. "See? Where the peace ambassador appears, even drug dealers give him a wide berth."

This scene shocked Richie. He realized that he had underestimated the power of the peace ambassador; this guy was practically the nemesis of underground criminals.

"It seems that if New York wants to ban drugs, it will have to rely on you, the peace ambassador, from now on."

"If this can bring peace, I wouldn't mind putting in the effort. Pigeons also need a better blue sky, not a smog-filled city."

"I hope that everyone can value harmony in the future."

"Haha, peace is the most precious thing, and that day will come."

Wait until I become the Godfather.

The two walked out of the prison gate side by side.

The iron gate was closed, inside which was the man who had taken the knife, and outside stood a man cleaning his gun.

(End of this chapter)