While in America, the system says Roosevelt was an emperor.

After reviewing the system's results, Tom understood the negative buffs.

The negative buff only affects Tom as seen by the system, the Tom who traveled to the Warhammer universe, and does not affect the real Tom.

Tom gave it a thumbs up.

Tom doesn't care if the system affects his physical abilities, but he would find it very unsettling if it could affect his personality.

Tom's actions throughout the day will be specially calculated based on negative buffs during the evening settlement.

In particular, regarding SAN values, the original source of stable SAN values—eating a big meal—has become an event with no impact.

As for gaining favor with a Chaos God, it is possible to obtain the attention of the corresponding Chaos God based on special behaviors.

Tom wondered if he should try to gain some attention and see what would happen if the Four Gods descended.

The attention of the Four Gods is easy to obtain. Once Tom becomes a senator and gives a public speech, Tzeentch will surely gain a lot of attention.

It's easy to be terrorist; the United States is at war every single day. Once they climb to the top, they can launch a few wars and easily surpass the terrorist record.

But Negroid was out of the question; Tom didn't want to risk getting sick.

No, why limit yourself?

Tom had a brilliant idea—to start a pharmaceutical company to recruit people for drug trials and boost Nurgle's popularity.

As for Slaanesh, I, Tom, am a gentleman. Even if I starve to death, die outside, or jump off this building, I won't gain any attention from Slaanesh.

While Tom was lost in thought, a bloody earthquake struck the entire middle constituency.

At Vito's command, all of the Corleone family's gunmen were mobilized.

All the criminal strongholds in the central constituency were raided by the Corleone family.

Even Vito's eldest son, Connie, personally led a raid on several strongholds.

Unlike Pierre Capone, who preferred public executions to establish his authority, Vito Corleone deliberately controlled the scale of his operations, opting instead for decapitations.

Many leaders of small-scale criminal gangs died in their sleep or on a woman's belly.

Godfather Vito also specifically instructed everyone to handle the Gundam properly and try not to let any third party discover it.

As for how to deal with the Gundam, all I can say is that the fish in the Atlantic are in for a treat tonight.

As for the police's reaction?

The police didn't react at all. As long as the gangs didn't shoot each other in the street and cause a public outcry that affected the mayor's and councilors' votes, the police turned a blind eye.

Gundam was dealt with by the Corleone family, and the police were even less inclined to get involved.

Moreover, Vito had many friends in the police station who owed him favors and were willing to help him.

After Connie finished dealing with all the Gundams, he returned to the Corleone family's base before dawn.

Vito the Godfather at the outpost stayed up all night, sitting in the main seat of the "prayer room" waiting for Connie's return.

Upon Connie's return, Father Vito asked:

"Is everything handled?"

"Did anyone escape?"

"Were any Gundams left at the scene?"

This was the first time Connie had seen Vito take his actions so seriously, and he replied with seven parts exhaustion and three parts dissatisfaction:

"Old man, don't you trust me to handle things?"

"Especially when it comes to feeding the Gundam fish, in over a decade, have you ever seen me make a mistake?"

Godfather Vito nodded in satisfaction, as if the tension in his body had eased, and he slumped back in his chair.

The prayer room contained only the father and son, and Father Vito, letting his guard down, casually replied:

"That's good, that's good."

Tom said he wanted to minimize the impact on normal people's lives and leave as few traces as possible.

"You did a great job."

Connie felt a surge of anger. Vito had never cared this much for his own son, so why was he giving Tom special treatment?

Connie, unable to contain his anger, complained to Vito:

"Old man, Tom is just a new employee at the finance bureau; he can't even pass the bar exam."

"Do we really have to go this far?"

"If you ask me, who cares what Tom said? It would be better to leave a few Gundams to deter troublemakers."

A flicker of disappointment crossed Vito's eyes. His eldest son was good in every way:

Highly skilled in combat, unconditionally loves his family, and is unconditionally obedient to himself.

But there is one problem – my thoughts are often swayed by my emotions, and my brain isn't quite up to par.

Vito, forcing himself to be spirited, instructed Connie:

"Connie, who do you think calls the shots in America?"

"Me, a mafia boss?"

"Are they still a bunch of arrogant and domineering police officers and sheriffs?"

"Or perhaps it's the owner or shareholder of some large company?"

"Neither."

Vito the Godfather glanced to the side, looking into the distance.

The eagle's eye seems to be able to see through the Atlantic Ocean to distant Sicily, Italy:

There, a young man who looked remarkably like Vito the Godfather killed several minor officials out of dissatisfaction with the tyranny of the Italian government.

After a brief recollection, Vito continued:

"He is an official."

"Whether in Europe or America, officials are always the true masters of a country."

"Didn't you see what happened during the day?"

"Tom, along with ten fellow Italians who were illegal immigrants just a few days ago, has brought all the merchants in the constituency under our control."

"That's right, they were herded, like sheep, without any dignity whatsoever."

"The police wanted to get involved, but Tom didn't even have to show up; they all slunk away."

"You said yourself, Tom is still a new employee, and he has this kind of power. How much power do you think the officials in the Finance Bureau have?"

Connie was taken aback by what he was said. He hadn't realized it during the day, but now, thinking about what Godfather Vito had said, he realized that the power of the Treasury Bureau was far beyond his imagination.

In the face of the financial system, gangsters, police, and business owners are nothing.

Before Connie could recover from his shock, Vito continued:

"I have no chance. I am neither a native-born American nor have I had blood on my hands. I will never have the chance to embark on a career in politics."

"That's why I don't stop Mike from joining the army; it's the right path for him."

"No matter how dangerous it is, as long as Mike returns from the army, he will have the opportunity to enter politics."

"He's the only man in our family who has had the opportunity to enter politics."

"I so hope that in the future, our Corleone family will produce a member of parliament, a mayor, or even a governor."

"Godfather, Godfather, everyone calls me Godfather to my face, but how many truly respect me?"

"Senator Corleone, Mayor Corleone, Governor Corleone, these are the real titles of respect."

After calming himself down, Vito continued speaking to Connie:

"In my plan, you will continue to be in charge of the Corleone family business, while Mike will embark on a political career."

"I'm working with Tom now to pave the way for Mike's future."

"Tell me, if I were to act like that brute Pierre Capone and go on a rampage, brutally murdering other high-ranking gangsters, would Tom still cooperate with me?"

"Tom is ambitious and always looking to climb the ladder; those kinds of people are very protective of their reputation."

"Gangsters are a dime a dozen in America, but when it comes to government officials with real power, Tom is the only one we can contact right now!"

"Connie, go back and think carefully about what I said. You are the heir to the family business that I have chosen."

"Use your brain more for the sake of the family."