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

Chapter 20 Let's go, Luca the Pigeon!
As someone who can foresee the fates of certain characters, Luca dislikes the butterfly effect the most. But with so many characters entering this world, it's impossible not to create a butterfly effect.

Uncle Biao's life changed because of Luca.

His supermarket used to be frequently harassed and was on the verge of closing down, but now the business has miraculously turned around and is thriving.

This seems like a good thing, but...
Did work delay your marriage?

Luca was both amused and exasperated.

Fortunately, it's not too long this year, as long as Uncle Biao can still get married.

Or perhaps you could think of another way to trick your nephew into coming over?
Luca joked, "Uncle Biao, I've already prepared the red envelopes, you'd better hurry up, I'm waiting to eat the wedding candy. Or should I ask someone to calculate an auspicious date for you two?"

Wow, this Italian is quite knowledgeable about Chinese customs. He even knows how to tell fortunes and knows about red envelopes and wedding candies. Uncle Biao is quite happy, but how come this guy has even learned the trick of urging marriage?

"It'll be ready soon, don't rush me. When I was your age, I still hadn't had enough fun."

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Then Luca, with Matilda's mouth stuffed with snacks, strolled leisurely along Arthur Street.

The shop owners in the vicinity all seemed to know Luca, and they would greet him warmly whenever they saw him. Even the petty thugs loitering on the street would respectfully call him "Pigeon Luca" or "Old Pigeon (Pigeon)".

Doves symbolize peace.

“Luca the Dove?” Matilda laughed like a silver bell. “Hahaha! You’re a mafia member, and everyone calls you a peace dove.”

"When you're in the underworld, you're bound to get nicknames." Luca shrugged indifferently.

At this moment, Matilda was unaware of how famous Luca's nickname was until she followed Luca to a restaurant owned by the Mafia.

A large truck carrying fresh produce was parked at the back door, and the store's employees quickly unloaded the lobsters from the truck.

Matilda didn't find it strange, but Luca told her that the goods were "delivered" to the shop by the truck driver.

“These drivers would always smuggle extra cargo over and give it to us for free. In return for their generosity, we would stuff a wad of cash into their wallets. Well, it wasn’t a transaction; it was mutual assistance. Most of the truck drivers in town were familiar with us.”

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The driver got the money, and the restaurant got a batch of goods at a super low price. Everyone was happy.

Matilda suddenly realized something and gained a new understanding.

Actually, Luca didn't tell the whole story. The Mafia controlled the truck drivers' union and even had its own truck rental company, thus controlling a portion of the truck drivers' livelihoods from the source.

The transportation industry is one of the lifelines of the American interior. If it weren't for these drivers traversing the Americas delivering goods, many companies would go bankrupt and their goods would rot in warehouses.

Just then, a police car pulled up, and Matilda nervously grabbed Luca's shirt: "Luca, the police are here! Are they here to arrest you?"

"Why arrest us? We're all friends."

Under Matilda's puzzled gaze, Luca stepped forward, took two bags of fresh produce from a family brother next to him, and casually stuffed a wad of banknotes into them.

The policeman popped his head out of the car window and greeted him warmly: "Hey, Luca the Pigeon, what good stuff did you steal today?"

Luca handed the bag through the car window. "Fresh lobsters. Have your wives cook a few more dishes tonight, so you can try something different."

The policeman accepted the money with a smile, and when he saw the banknotes inside, he smiled even more broadly. Then he took out a file and handed it to Luca.

“There are quite a few people with the same name as the person you asked me to look up. There are dozens of people named John Doe in New York alone, and there are also many people with the same name in other places.”

The police officer complained, "Next time you need to check someone's identity, could you please provide a photo first?"

John is a very common name in the United States; even with the last name, there are still many people with the same name.

And this person is the mastermind behind the Seven Deadly Sins.

"Where did I get the photos?" Luca laughed. "Next time, for sure."

The police officer asked curiously, "Who is this guy? Do you have a grudge against him?"

Luca made up a random excuse, "He owes money and hasn't paid it back, so he ran away."

"Then I must offer my condolences for him; how dare he default on your money."

"Isn't this where the significance of the federal police lies? Helping citizens recover debts and upholding fairness and justice is how our communities can become peaceful."

"Hahaha, Old Pigeon, you're really something."

After the police drove away, Matilda, who had witnessed everything, came up and complained, "There are no police officers in America who are not bribed." "It's just neighbors helping each other out. Everyone values ​​harmony and works together to build a harmonious society."

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She wondered if Luca had some misunderstanding about harmony.
Then she went to the opera house with Luca. They didn't have to queue and went directly through a special passage to the inner field. Many people greeted Luca warmly, as if he were a movie star.

Matilda thought Luca was doing really well.

After that, she went with Luca to a court hearing to observe the proceedings.

It is said that one of the peripheral members was caught red-handed for illegally reselling cigarettes and alcohol. He was caught red-handed and caught red-handed.

Then, with the lawyer's knowing smile, the judge granted his immediate release, requiring only a small, negligible bail.

Matilda was stunned.

After leaving the courthouse, a group of Mafia members gathered to welcome the "hero's triumphant return."

Because this guy didn't say anything in court at the time; he kept his mouth shut.

“Matilda, in this family, the law of silence is very important. You need to know what you can say and what you can’t say.”

Luca said in a relaxed tone, "Betraying one's brothers is a major taboo in the family. Although many people may break the rules due to coercion and enticement, everyone must abide by them on the surface. This is for the sake of family unity."

Matilda nodded seriously, and then followed Luca to meet the other members.

For example, Marigio, Jimmy, and so on. There were quite a few people at the court today.

"Oh Luca, you actually have such a cute little sister, why didn't you say so sooner?"

"Matilda, from now on in New York, with us big brothers protecting you, if anyone dares to bully you, just tell us and we'll kill them!"

"I've heard there are a lot of troublemakers at school. If you don't like someone, just beat them up."

Matilda was greatly shocked: "."

She knew these people were no good, and she knew that everyone was kind to her because of Luca, but at this moment she still felt a touch of warmth.

A kind of care that I had never felt in my family of origin.

Love or death?

Matilda smiled sweetly; she now wanted to choose Love.

"Luka?"

Matilda took Luca's fingers in her small hand and whispered under his questioning gaze, "You're really good to me, and it won't just be that in the future, will it?"

Luca crouched down, looked at her, and said with a smile, "You can always trust me, and I will always protect you. You will be the happiest child in the world."

Matilda wrinkled her nose and retorted, "I'm not a child, I'm 18 years old."

Luca: "."

Do you really think I don't know you're only 12 years old?
Please, with your bright, sparkling eyes open, how can you spout such nonsense?
Luca glanced at the little girl's outfit: shorts, boots, a white knit sweater with a black vest underneath. Her neatly combed short hair framed her fair face, which was delicate, playful, and adorable.

It looks like a rather mature outfit.

“If you’re really 18,” Luca held out his palm, flattening it to show his height, “if you’re still in middle school at 18, it means you’re not very bright, and you’re only this tall, then your life is over. You should eat more calcium supplements and drink more milk to improve your health.”

"Don't laugh at me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Luca felt his neck being strangled. Matilda, both amused and exasperated, hugged Luca's neck and jumped onto his back like a leech.

“You’ll carry me on your back from here on out.”

"Sure, but please let go of my eyes first, okay? I can't see anything."

"Just listen to me."

*Smack!* Matilda gently kissed Luca's cheek and pointed excitedly ahead.

"Let's go, Luca the pigeon!"

[Bond:]

(End of this chapter)