America: John Wick 1924

Chapter 68 Searching for Li Yu's Strongest Mafia
They were already used to this kind of scene.

Although they couldn't hear clearly because of the walls, they could figure out who was shouting even if they didn't know better.

"Officer Campbell is messing around again..."

"Let me guess, she must have asked Sheriff Johnson to open a case and thoroughly investigate the Rossie family's atrocities."

"My God... she actually wants to go against the Rossi family? Is she out of her mind?"

"Don't worry, Sheriff Johnson definitely won't pay any attention to her."

"Sigh, she's so beautiful, why does she have such a stupid head?"

The police officers nodded in agreement.

At this moment, a police officer curled his lip, revealing a disdainful expression:
"Not only is she a lowly Celt, but she's also a heretic who believes in Catholicism... If she weren't so pretty and had such big breasts, I really wouldn't want to get close to her."

"Yes, I agree. The Celts and Jewish pigs are both despicable and inferior races."

Upon hearing this, all the police officers burst into laughter, laughing heartily.

……

……

at the same time--

Sheriff Johnson's office —

"Sheriff Johnson, the whole world knows the Rossie family is causing trouble! Why can't we take action?"
"With a thorough investigation, we are sure to find evidence of the Rossi family's crimes!"

Una's eyes were bloodshot, her face filled with grief and indignation.

Otto stood to the side, not daring to utter a sound.

Sheriff Johnson put his smelly feet on the long table, picked at his ears, and sighed softly.

“Officer Campbell, calm down. I understand your anger, but... investigating the Rossi family isn’t that simple.”

As he spoke, he extended his right index finger and pointed to the ceiling above his head.

“The Rossi family has very close ties with ‘the higher-ups’.”

When he used the word "interactions," he emphasized it with a meaningful tone.

“We can’t take action against the Rossi family unless the people above give their approval.”

"Even if 'the higher-ups' agree to let us crack down on the Rossi family, it will be very difficult for us to collect evidence and arrest suspects smoothly."

"The grassroots staff who are responsible for doing things may not be able to do things well, but they are sure to do things badly."

"I won't talk about other police stations, let's just talk about our Wangan Precinct - do you know how many people in our precinct are informants for the Rossi family?"

"Don Rossi was known for his generosity, sending money to both the 'higher-ups' and the 'lower-ups'."

"With traitors everywhere, how are we supposed to investigate this case?"

"Before we even left the police station, our operation plan was already on Don Rossi's desk."

"Furthermore, many people are unwilling to see the Rossi family fall from power."

"Today, the Rossi family has a monopoly on the bootlegging business in San Francisco."

"If the Rossi family falls from power, where will those alcoholics go to buy alcohol?"
"Even if we take a step back and find evidence of the Rossi family's crimes and arrest all the criminals led by Don Rossi, it would be difficult to bring them to justice."

"Don Rossi has money, guns, and connections. He could easily hire the best lawyers and bribe the judge and the entire jury with a huge amount of money."

"The likely outcome for us is that 'we've suffered greatly, only to watch helplessly as Don Rossi and his ilk swagger out of the courthouse.'"

"I'm not exaggerating; this is very likely to happen. In short, we can't beat the Rossi family—at least not now."

Sheriff Johnson's earnest advice not only failed to appease Una, but actually had the opposite effect—she became even more agitated.

"How many times has this happened already?!"

"Those who should be arrested should not be arrested! Those who should be killed should not be killed!"

"That's how the Black Robe Patrol is! And that's how the Rossi family is too!"

"Everyone knows they are criminals, but we can't do anything about them!"

"I have repeatedly requested that a case be opened and that they be investigated, but I have never received any results!"
"Do we have to wait until they cause something irreparable before we take action?!"

"What exactly are we wearing police badges for?!"

After yelling, Una stormed out the door.

Only when her footsteps faded into the distance did Ultraman finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"Chief Johnson, Officer Campbell, she..."

Sheriff Johnson shrugged:

"Ignore her. Young people just starting out are always like that, their minds filled with idealism, thinking they can achieve anything with just enthusiasm. She'll wake up someday."

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San Francisco, the private residence of Don Rossi (head of the Rossi family) —

Don Rossi's private residence is a luxurious five-story villa surrounded by a beautiful private garden.

In a room on the top floor, a middle-aged man, shirtless, repeatedly and fiercely punched a sandbag in front of him.

When people talk about Mafia leaders, they naturally think of a decaying image with "a full head of white hair" and "a big belly"—but Don Rossi was not like that.

Although he is over forty years old, Don Rossi's body is still strong and has no excess fat. He is as strong as if he were cast in bronze and iron, and every muscle contains explosive power!

When his fist landed on the sandbag in front of him, the sandbag didn't wobble—this showed that his power was perfectly applied and all the force was concentrated in it.

Don Rossi's rise to power is a legend in the American underworld.

In his youth, he was a complete fighter, and with his extraordinary bravery, he carved out territory after territory.

Because he was born in Sicily, he inherited many characteristics of the Sicilian Mafia—simply put, violence, ruthlessness, and unscrupulousness!
Although Don Rossi has long since transitioned to a "behind-the-scenes boss" and no longer fights on the front lines like before, he has maintained his habit of exercising and has never slacked off.

Strangely enough, the sandbag he was hitting not only had a bizarre shape, but the sound it made after being hit was also very strange, sounding like... a dull thud when hitting a human body...

Tick-tock... tick-tock... tick-tock... tick-tock...

Suddenly, drops of bright red blood seeped from the bottom of the sandbag, dripping onto the floor and accumulating more and more.

At that moment, a young man in a suit suddenly appeared from the open side door and strode towards Don Rossi:
"Sir, we have found the Chinese man's residence."

Don Rossi asked in return, expressionless:
Where does he live?

“He’s currently living with a nun at number 26 Maple Street.”

"...Sam, you're in charge of this. When you meet that Chinese man, make sure you're polite."

The young man, nicknamed "Sam," beamed with confidence.

"Understood! I'll go prepare right away!"

(End of this chapter)