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

Chapter 84 This city owes me an explanation

The story goes back to the afternoon of the day the white tiger died.

The first step in the assassins sent by Gotti was to plant a remote-controlled bomb in the White Tiger's car.
As a backup plan, the assassins are on standby in the White Tiger's area of ​​activity. If the White Tiger is not in a car, the second plan will be activated immediately, and the assassin will be killed on the spot.

The second plan was launched last.

At the time of the incident, the white tiger was taking his dog for a walk after dinner.

A man wearing a hat walked up from behind, simply pulled out a pistol, and shot the white tiger in the back of the head. Then a car sped up from the side of the road and quickly fled the scene with the murderer.

The white tiger died with its eyes wide open in dismay.

He didn't even see who the murderer was.

The car carrying the assassin sped away, disappearing as quickly as a dog thief or child kidnapper.

The killer had done this countless times before, and all his escape routes were planned in advance. By the time someone discovered the body and called the police, his gun had already sunk to the bottom of the Brooklyn Bridge.

There are plenty of guns in that East River.

It is said that if all the guns that sank inside were retrieved, they could assemble a whole regiment.

Mafia murders are always unpretentious.

When Luca learned of this, he was in a bar in Mariggio discussing matters with the other party.

Margio: "At our current rate of development, the gas station market in New York State will be almost saturated by the end of the year. At that point, we'll have to expand our business to other places, for example..."

Philadelphia.

The two drank a toast in tacit agreement.

Currently, there are still many gas stations in New York State that do not actually use Luca's gasoline—the gas stations they partner with cover a large area but have a low density.

Excessive density can actually harm business, as internal competition among competitors can be counterproductive. Pursuing a larger market area is the key to success.

Philadelphia is a great choice, serving as a hub that radiates outwards to surrounding areas like Atlantic City and Wilmington, all of which are Mafia territory.

Without competitors, the gasoline tax business is like a wild beast unleashed from its cage, a leech, constantly sucking blood to grow stronger.

"Marigio, congratulations in advance on becoming the second boss."

"Hahaha! Good lad, your position as a gang leader is now secure! Even if Dominic hadn't died, you could have become a gang leader through this business."

Luca shook his head and smiled.

It's possible, but there will be many twists and turns. He couldn't help but think of what the fat old man in Poly had said: a brand new family without drugs?
Their conversation was eventually interrupted by a phone call from Leon.

The white tiger is dead.

Leon: "Brian and I are following the car right now; they're fleeing towards Brooklyn!"

Luca: "Are you sure it's one of Gotti's people?"

Lyon: "They're all from the Gambino family; they're working for Gaudi."

Luca: "Stop them! Don't let them get away!"

Lyon: "Okay."

Luca: "Don't kill anyone! Make this a big deal! Tonight I'm going to let all of New York know that the Gambino family killed our Lucchese family's most respected and beloved gangster! Those damn f***ers have to pay for this. Oh, and I'll call the police to come and support you!"

Lyon: "."

Call the police for backup for the assassin?
After hanging up, Luca called Helen's newspaper, saying, "I have big news."

Next, the police notified David and McLean, and Luca from the FBI called Denham.

Everyone's here tonight, my peace ambassador, to join in the fun. It's time for you to make your move.

Meanwhile, Marigio watched as Luca contacted one official member after another, his face filled with utter speechlessness.

How come this kid is so popular with the authorities?

They even have people in the FBI.
After Luca finished giving the message, he gave Marigio a look. "The White Tiger is dead, Uncle. You can go find the big boss! This will be the top story in the city tomorrow. Gaudi will be under the watchful eyes of the police and the FBI. Next, it will be our turn to take action against the Gambino family's port. This matter will not end until they bleed a little!"

The white tiger is really dead. Pauli is ruthless. Marigio took a deep breath. "Okay, what about you?"

“Me?” Luca grinned. “Of course I’m going to defend peace. How can a time like this be complete without a peace ambassador?”

The two immediately got up and started working.

"By the way, Uncle, do you have any Oreos here? I'm suddenly hungry."

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"Poly, the White Tiger is dead."

In her Queens villa, Gotti, holding her phone, cheerfully informed Poly of the good news, "I've done what I promised you. Don't forget your commitment."

"I will fulfill my promise once I take office."

Gotti could hear a distinct sigh of relief coming from the other end of the phone.

With White Tiger dead, no one in the Lucchese family can stop Paulie. In terms of seniority, connections, and money, Paulie is the strongest among the remaining gangsters.

Poly has been in the business for so many years, and apart from not dealing drugs, he has done very well in other shady businesses. If you really think of him as an old man who only sells sausages, then you'll be making a fool of yourself.

But it's a pity that by not dealing drugs, how much money did they lose?
Gotti hung up the phone and let out a sneer.

"Poly is too cowardly when it comes to drugs."

Leaning lazily against the sofa, Gao Di crossed his legs, thinking that he would visit the big boss another day when he had time.

Gambino's health is getting worse and worse.
You don't even need to lift a finger; the old man won't live much longer anyway.

The Godfather.
The most legendary godfather in New York, the head of the Gambino family, one of the five great families, a figure respected by both the underworld and the legitimate world, whose story has even been adapted into a movie by film companies.
My body is failing me now.

The outside world is not entirely aware of this, but Gaudi is very clear about it.

He didn't care; he only cared about who would succeed him in the Gambino family after Gambino's death.
He knew he wasn't qualified yet, and he just hoped the new big boss wouldn't meddle and stop him from trafficking drugs!

Otherwise, tonight's white tiger will be his fate in the future!
"Sooner or later, I will become the new godfather of New York."

FBI New York office.

With a sour expression, Denham followed his colleagues downstairs, took out his keys, and unlocked a brand-new black Cadillac.

A colleague standing nearby asked in surprise, "Denham, is this your car? When did you buy it?"

"Last week."

Denham casually remarked, "I just bought it and still need to break it in. I practiced driving for a few days before I dared to drive it on the road."

The other colleagues watched Denham get into the latest model car, a hint of envy flashing in their eyes.

"It's the financial investigation people who can make money," a colleague chuckled and teased in a low voice. "They can easily scrape together a little bit of money from between their fingers and buy a car."

"They actually transferred them to our side to investigate organized gang crime. What were they thinking? Why don't they work in their area of ​​expertise?"

"I heard Denham has a good relationship with pigeons."

“I heard he’s a very old-fashioned person. Now that he’s been transferred to our position, we’re not going to have an easy time.”

The sound of the engine starting drowned out the chatter of the crowd.

The car pulled up in front of everyone, and Denham's sour face appeared behind the rolled-down window. "Get in! Once this is over, I'll treat you to drinks at the club another day."

"Alright, boss!"

Everyone got into the car happily, thinking to themselves that their boss didn't seem as old-fashioned as the rumors suggested.

David and McLean got into a car and set off with their brothers.

"Old Mike, I have a feeling we'll get the credit again this time."

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McLean was utterly speechless. He'd now discovered that David's rise through the ranks since his transfer to New York was fueled by connections to "Pigeon" (a corrupt official). There was "Pigeon" behind the religious serial killer, "Pigeon" in the drug war, the gas station case (not to mention tonight's incident), and "Pigeon" again!

"David, you're counting on Old Pigeon to solve the case for you."

"Hahaha! This is what you call police-community cooperation! Let's help Old Pigeon defend the peace of New York!"

"New York Peace."

McLean sighed. "All I want now is peace at home."

Will Old Pigeon be able to win over my wife?
"Wow! That was awesome! This is the first time I've ever raced in downtown New York City openly and legally!"

Brian floored the accelerator and yelled at the security supervisor, who was sitting tense in the passenger seat, "Supervisor, are you sure you heard me right? Old Pigeon told me to speed as much as I want?"

Lyon gripped the handrail tightly: "He only said he was going to stop the killer; I don't know if he ran a red light or not."

"Whatever! Old Pigeon will handle it!"

Brian's eyes gleamed with excitement. "Boss, besides catching up with those people, did Old Pigeon say anything else?"

Lyon didn't want to say much: "Stop them first, Luca will be here soon."

Brian got even more excited, pressing the accelerator so hard he felt like he could puncture the car's undercarriage.

Finally, I've become involved in Old Pigeon's criminal activities!
After being undercover for so long, this is the first criminal operation in history!
Sure enough, his tactic of picking Matilda up from school was correct. As long as he built a good relationship and gained Old Pigeon's trust, he could participate in the crime.

Having directly participated in this, I should be able to gather a lot of evidence. After all, I am the murderer who killed the White Tiger, and Old Pigeon will definitely punish me severely.

As for now...
Let's run a few red lights first!
"Boss, buckle up! I'm about to activate nitrous oxide!"

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Lyon was shocked. This speed hadn't reached its limit yet?

Brian pressed the button on the steering wheel, and a powerful push came from behind the seats, causing the two of them to press themselves against the seats simultaneously.

The green Mitsubishi sped off like an arrow, hurtling fiercely towards the black sedan in front.

Lyon's face turned green.

At the next corner, just as the car in front was about to turn, the green lightning bolt flew out from behind, drifting around the corner, whipping its tail, and sending its rear end flying out, crashing into the side of the killer car. It immediately lost its balance and crashed headfirst into the wall next to it, rolling over once and landing upside down.

Brian's little green car left tire tracks on the ground before finally coming to a steady stop on the side of the road.

The assassins had just crawled out of the car and were about to flee when a tall man in a black trench coat and sunglasses appeared in front of them.

"Maria Law"

Before they could finish speaking, Leon's fists had already landed on them. The speed was so fast that the already injured men had no chance to defend themselves. The guns they hadn't even had time to sink into the river had also vanished.

Including the driver, a total of three people were arrested on the spot.

Shortly afterward, police, the FBI, and newspaper reporters arrived at the scene of the car accident and apprehended the perpetrator. Meanwhile, the location where the White Tiger committed the crime was also cordoned off.

David and Denham, who had previously worked together to capture Japanese criminals at an abandoned airport, met again this time and exchanged smiles.

Until they saw the familiar green Mitsubishi and that familiar blond hair.

I vaguely remember that night, the land-based flying vehicle drifting around the corner using inertia. Could it be that blondie again who crashed into the criminal's car?

Brian looked at the familiar police officers and his heart sank. Could it be that the crime was supposed to happen?

Just then, a black vintage car slowly drove into the scene.

The police and FBI officers present recognized whose car it was.

It seemed like we were back at the abandoned airport, but the difference was that last time the police and FBI surrounded it, but this time, everyone made way for it, as if the car had an unregistered, invisible pass that had breached everyone's defenses.

You and your team assisted authorities in apprehending three notorious killers. You upheld peace in New York.

[Gain Skill Points +10]

[Gain Skill Fragment +5]

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[Oreo skill has been added]

[Remaining Skill Fragments: 123]

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The "Upright and Incorruptible" skill has been added.

[Remaining Skill Fragments: 43]

Luca, who had already finished a box of Oreos, put the wrapper on his seat, opened the car door, and got out of the car.

In mid-October in New York, the weather had turned cool and autumnal. Perhaps it was the sudden silence in the room that made him tighten his black trench coat, which also made many people present hold their breath.

The assassination of a Lucchese family gang leader is not a major incident, but it's not insignificant either. Under normal circumstances, it would be quickly covered up by the Mafia and the authorities.

But tonight's scene brought together various forces, including the Mafia, media, and government officials, and the perpetrator has been apprehended.
The key was that the Lucchese family members were the first to arrive at the scene, and they were peace ambassadors.

This matter is beyond repair, and someone will inevitably pay the price!

Facing the gazes of the police and FBI, Luca's powerful and measured voice pierced the night, reaching the ears of everyone present.

“My footprints are all over New York, and I have left behind peace. But tonight’s tragedy, this city owes me an explanation.”

An explanation.
Many people present understood what this explanation meant—the White Tiger was dead, and Luca was determined to thoroughly investigate the matter and would never let the mastermind behind it go!

Luca's voice wasn't loud, but many people present sensed a deep-seated anger, like a volcano waiting to erupt.

The peace ambassador works tirelessly every day to defend the peace of New York, only to have his own Big Brother killed by someone else the next day.

This is not just breaking the law and committing crimes, breaking the rules; it's slapping the peace ambassador in the face.

The first to react was not David, but Denham. He stepped forward and said, "Old Pigeon, I'm very sorry for White Tiger's death."

Luca said expressionlessly, "The ones who should apologize are not you, but these murderers."

David then came up and asked, "Old Pigeon, what exactly happened tonight?"

Looking at the killers being handcuffed and stuffed into a police car by the police, Luca explained, "Next month, the Italian-American People's Convention will be held. This is not the first one, and you should know what the purpose of the convention is."

Italians suffer from unfair discrimination and treatment in this city. The national judicial system abuses its power, harasses pregnant women, smashes windows and doors, and intimidates the public. We just want to fight for fair treatment for ourselves.

The police officers looked at each other, wondering who would dare to harass the Mafia.

However, besides the Mafia, there are also many Italian Americans, some of whom have indeed suffered some injustices. Otherwise, the mass rally in Colombo would not have attracted so many Italians and would not have been so large.

McLean asked, "Does this have anything to do with tonight's case?"

"The mass rally has both supporters and opponents, and both the White Tiger and I are supporters of the rally."

Since the dead can't talk, Luca went on to say, "A while ago, White Tiger mentioned to me that someone threatened and intimidated him, trying to force him to withdraw from the conference. So I arranged for people to secretly protect White Tiger, but despite all my calculations, I didn't expect these murderers to still succeed!"

Luca's gaze hardened. "Officers, this is not an ordinary murder. Someone is trying to disrupt a public assembly, and there are definitely other instigators behind it! Your attitude determines my stance. My rules, as well as the dignity of the Lucchese family and the Italian people, will not be trampled on by anyone!"

The old pigeon was really angry.
This was the opinion of several people present.

Denham looked at the pigeon; although its face was currently gloomy, he felt an even stronger sense of trust and connection from it.
He knew that now was the time for him to help Lao Ge. Wasn't this the opportunity he had been waiting for when he was transferred to the "organized crime" section?
Denham didn't forget his responsibilities, but he also couldn't forget that when Old Pigeon came to his house for dinner, he didn't complain that the food he cooked was bad, and his recovering mother also liked Old Pigeon very much.

Denham promised, "Old Pigeon, don't worry, I will investigate this case thoroughly, find out who the real culprit is, and give you a satisfactory explanation! This is my promise to you."

David and McLean exchanged a glance and then expressed their opinions.

David's usual temper was not evident at this moment; he solemnly promised:
"No matter who the murderer is, our police force will not let him go! To kill someone in broad daylight in the street, these murderers have completely disregarded the rules of the police and you, Lao Ge. You can trust me, Lao Ge. You have helped me so many times, this time it's my turn to help you. I will never let the mastermind behind this get away with it!"

"Old Pigeon, you can prepare the wine in advance."

McLean laughed and said, "We'll find out about this soon enough. The day I come over for a drink with you will be the day this case is closed."

Luca looked at the rare cards with satisfaction, his previously heavy expression brightening up a bit. "You all know my principles: the premise of valuing harmony is to abide by the rules, and those who break the rules must pay the price and be severely punished!"
Ladies and gentlemen, I'm waiting for an explanation from you!

(End of this chapter)