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

Chapter 73 Impossible Mission
Brian watched helplessly as the tow truck pulled away from his little green car—a tow truck that Aurelio had called to fix his vehicle.

One second they're being arrogant and demanding, the next they're offering to help fix the car.

In Los Angeles, you wouldn't find such a good thing.
Brian suddenly felt incredibly awesome... no, I mean his identity was incredibly awesome. Following Old Pigeon, he wouldn't go hungry for three days straight.

"Old Pigeon! I'm really fine, just some minor scratches," Brian said, calling Luca to let him know he was alright. "That kid Youssef tried to ram me off the track, but I swerved my car around, and his car took off like a rocket."

Listening to Brian brag about his glorious achievements, Luca thought to himself, "Your aura is really useful. You can even escape death if a tank runs over you while you're sitting in your car."

“Come early tomorrow to take Matilda to school,” Luca said.

"Old Pigeon, my car is gone."

"That's why I asked you to come earlier and drive my GTR."

"I promise I'll be there an hour early!!"

Little Russia.

The leader of the Tarasov gang is named Vigo Tarasov. After years of struggling in New York, he has built a sizable family business through his own abilities and connections.

Although not as powerful as a Mafia family, they are still considered a minor tyrant in New York.

Over the years, he felt that the best thing he had ever done was recruiting John Wick, also known as Nightmare.

He once saw Night Demon kill three people in a bar with just a pencil!
He was immediately awestruck and wanted to recruit this kid into his gang.

We're all Russians, so it's natural for fellow countrymen to help each other.

As it turned out, he was right. The Tarasov gang's rise to prominence in Mafia-dominated New York owes much to Nightman.

The mighty Night Demon is invincible!

This time, the gang encountered a little trouble again.

Vigo picked up his phone: "I heard my son was in a car accident and is in the hospital, but you let the killer go, Aurelio. I need an explanation."

"The other party is the butcher's man."

"The butcher's men?"

"To be precise, it's someone the butcher vouched for."

"Oh"

Vigo paused slightly, his expression blank, unsure of what to say for a moment.

The Mafia has many people you shouldn't mess with, and Butcher is definitely one of them.

"I've reached an agreement with the Butcher to keep things peaceful. Vigo, let's leave it at that. There's no need to cause trouble for the Butcher. We have no grounds to stand, and we won't gain anything."

"Well, let's prioritize harmony."

After hanging up the phone, Vigo stood on the balcony in silence for a long time. The city sleeping in the darkness before him made him feel uneasy and resentful.

When will I be able to become the king of New York?

The biggest obstacle for the Tarasov gang to take over the city is not the Continental Hotel, but the five major mafia families!
Mainland hotels do not directly participate in gang warfare. As long as the assassins do not conduct business within the hotel, they do not care how many times they kill outside.

The Mafia is the true ruler of New York.

But how could a Russian gang possibly overthrow the deeply entrenched five major families?
Faced with so many powerful enemies, this seems like an impossible task!
"Perhaps only Night Demon can accomplish this impossible task?"

Vigo wasn't particularly confident either. Night Demon was very powerful, but he was ultimately just a lone, solitary assassin. It sounded ridiculous for one person to take on five major families. There were simply too many enemies, and the opposing faction even had someone like Butcher.

Thinking of this, Vigo called his second-in-command and asked about Night Demon's recent situation. Night Demon rarely appeared, and some people in the gang didn't even know he existed. He was just a shadow who would quietly appear when needed.

Deputy: "John has been getting quite close to a woman named Helen lately."

Vigo: "???"

Did I hear that right? Night Demon, that cold-blooded killer, can get involved with women?

"Assassin? Is he John's colleague?" Vigo asked, recalling that Night Demon had female colleagues.

"No, he's a photographer."

The deputy looked at him strangely. "In my experience, John is pursuing that woman. I've never seen him so interested in any other woman before."

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Fuck, I'm in love!

Vigo looked utterly bewildered. His only trump card had fallen in love?!

What a damn love-struck man! For now, let's maintain peace with the Mafia. It's not the time to start a war with them.

But that day isn't too far off.

Love can make people blind, but it can also make them fearless and invincible.

After Luca returned home, he made an international call to Ah Qiang.

The communication process went relatively smoothly.

Out of trust in Uncle Biao, Ah Qiang was also quite enthusiastic towards Luca. When he learned that Luca wanted to help him open a martial arts school in New York, Ah Qiang showed some interest, but also had some concerns.

After all, he wasn't familiar with Luca, and it was a distant foreign country.
But since I'm coming to the US anyway for Uncle Biao's wedding, it wouldn't hurt to get to know him beforehand.

He told Luca that he would come to the United States as soon as he finished his work.

Luca said he would personally pick him up from the airport.

Get it!

Luca felt more confident; the more powerful cards he held, the easier it would be to face future challenges. The Godfather needed an invincible, powerful team under his command!

The following day, Luca and Jimmy traveled to Brooklyn.

When the two arrived, Aurelio was lying under the car repairing it when he suddenly felt the light dim down and several shadows were cast down.

Aurelio sighed. "I'm just an honest guy who runs a car shop and occasionally races cars."
"Gas station?"

After chatting for a while, Aurelio showed some interest, but also some doubts.

How did the butcher know we were involved in tax evasion?
The Tarasov clique is indeed involved in this, but on a small scale. Their bigger business is the import and export of oil and gasoline taxes, which is lucrative, but the Russians have limited capabilities and can't obtain the necessary licenses.

“Old Pigeon, you know this business very well.” Aurelio placed his glass on the hood and poured Luca a glass himself.

Jimmy stood aside and listened.

Aurelio probed, "You want to get involved too?"

"It is you who need my help; only through cooperation can we grow bigger and stronger."

Aurelio remained silent.

After a brief conversation, Aurelio could tell that Luca was very knowledgeable. However, he couldn't make decisions on such a large deal on his own, so he suggested, "Let me take you to see my boss; he's in charge of this business."

"Vigor?"

"Vigo's brother."

Luca nodded, offering no objection.

Vigo's younger brother is the only direct descendant of the Tarasov family who wasn't killed by Nightmare in the original storyline.
Aurelio took Luca and Jimmy to a car factory.

All the stolen cars, after being laundered by Aurelio, are temporarily stored here—including the one belonging to the future Night Demon.

Everyone knows that dogs should not be killed, but Night Demon's car should not be touched either, and nothing that Night Demon cares about should be touched.

Abram Tarasov is also a very shrewd person. In the original story, after learning that his brother and nephew had been killed by Night Demon, he did not want to resist or oppose him. Instead, he chose to make peace with Night Demon, even if he was forced to.

Faced with the butcher and the mountain of gold he brought, Abram couldn't think of any reason to refuse. Wouldn't it be wonderful if everyone could make a fortune peacefully?

However, the two sides could not reach an agreement on the distribution of the profits.

The Mafia can provide licenses, wholesale companies, trucking and gasoline transportation, and even government connections; but the Russians also have many cards to play. First, they are willing to take the blame. Second, the Russians have oil tanker smuggling and a "shadow fleet".

These Russians mixed illegally obtained oil with crude oil from other sources, disguised it as blended oil for export, obscured its origin, and used Russian-owned insurance and shipping companies to provide services, thus circumventing international maritime regulations.

In neighboring Massachusetts, especially near Boston, the Russians were having a blast.

Abram's explanation was vague, but it still surprised Luca quite a bit. These Russian old fogies were playing pretty big games.

But ultimately, their networks were too weak. Russians, who only immigrated in large numbers in the 70s, couldn't compete with the Mafia's extensive networks.

The ports of New York State, in particular, are under the control of the Mafia.

Luca thought to himself that he had found a good partner this time. They had smuggled oil, and if he set up a few refineries, he could take over the whole business.

“We’re talking about gasoline tax, not your oil imports,” Luca shook his head. “Do you think I’ll get a share of your oil profits? If so, I can give up some of my gasoline tax profits too.”

"I can't control the oil business," Abram thought to himself, shaking his head. The Tarasov gang was just a partner; behind the oil trade stood the Russian mafia, super-powerful figures with seats at the high table.

The Tarasov Gang is more like a branch or independent stronghold of the United States on the East Coast.

The American Mafia, headquartered in New York, still has a somewhat different status between the two gangs.

"I can concede another step and give you more of the profits from the gasoline tax."

Abram thought for a moment and said, “But you have to help our family solve a problem. You could be a little more lenient with us Russians at the ports of New York and New Jersey. What do you think of this proposal? It would also help with the gasoline tax business. We could sell that oil to your Italian refineries at a lower price.”

Luca remained expressionless, but a surge of excitement rose within him. If this were to happen, it would become a regional monopoly, leaving the federal government with not a single penny of tax revenue.

The profits will reach astronomical figures.

Originally, with the gasoline tax going up, there was at least a seven-figure profit of 5 to 8 figures per week. Now, it might be possible to make eight figures per week.

A portion was distributed to family and network members, and another portion to the Russians, leaving Luca with a substantial amount of profit for himself.

"Want to get involved in the port? Do you know which family has the strongest control over it?" Luca asked with a smile, as if to say, "Is that the answer?"

“The Gambino family controls the dockworkers’ union and they’re always causing us trouble!” Abram said with a hint of resentment in his voice. The ports of New York and New Jersey are tightly controlled by the Gambino family, except for Boston in the north, where they haven’t really interfered.

Luca thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "I can help you solve this problem, but you also need to send someone over to assist me. We need to face any problems together."

"Do you expect us to interfere in the internal affairs of your major families?"

"It's just offering help."

"Ok."

Abram raised his eyebrows and gave Oriol a look, "I'll have Oriol help you."

"That's not enough, I need one more person."

"Who?"

"John Wick."

——baba yaga.
Luca uttered just one word, and a chill ran down the spines of everyone else present.

Aurelio's face paled slightly. "You two killing gods, are you trying to sink the port? Or are you planning to reclaim land from the sea?"

(End of this chapter)