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

Chapter 32: Incorruptible
Jordan walked out of the club, glanced at the cars across the street, and raised his middle finger from afar.

F*** the FBI! Get the hell out of here! Go home and fuck your old hag, I want the prettiest models licking my balls with caviar!
Denham, who was smoking in his car, remained calm and unfazed by Jordan's arrogant demeanor. He turned to his colleague and asked, "When did Belfort get involved with Luka the Pigeon?"

"Who knows when they met?" a colleague muttered. "Maybe Balfour wants to launder money through the Mafia? Or buy drugs from them?"

Denham was in a real bind.

Balfour was already a problem, and now another Mafia has emerged, backed by the Lucchese family.

The Bronx is full of Lucchese family members, and Luca has a high reputation there, making it extremely difficult for the FBI to cause any trouble.

It's like Balfour entering the SSR club; they couldn't follow him in to monitor him, and they had no idea what they were talking about inside.

There are many similar places in the Bronx that are guarded and controlled by gangs.

Once Jordan hides inside, it will be very difficult for them to monitor him.

Denham rubbed his temples. "I remember the FBI had an undercover agent in the Mafia, right? Can we ask him about it?"

“That undercover agent in the Bonanno family is not Lucchese.”

Bonanno is one of the five most prominent families in New York.

Although the families are closely connected and linked through the national committee, often sharing intelligence and business, they are ultimately not from the same family and there is still a distance between them.

As for undercover agents...
The federal government has been fighting the Mafia for so many years, and so far only one undercover agent has successfully infiltrated the organization!

He's just an external partner.

Want to get inside without killing anyone or showing loyalty? Want to join the Mafia? Unless you're the son of a high-ranking member and get in through a guarantor.

At this moment, Luca and Jimmy walked out of the club and drove away together.

Denham whispered, "Follow them."

Colleague: "They spotted us a long time ago."

Denham: "Then let's just go with them openly. Isn't he a peace ambassador? Can't I just come to the Bronx to clear my head?"

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Investigating the Mafia was not Denham's mission, but Luca was currently colluding with Balfour, and he might have some clues about Balfour.

Whether or not we can find out, we can at least try to make contact with this peace ambassador.

Denham himself was also very curious about what kind of person this peace ambassador was.

The FBI has had the other party's information for a long time, from the early Butcher to the current Pigeon. They have a lot of information, but it is only on the surface and they cannot dig out anything deeper.

Denham thought to himself, "Perhaps there's a chance to plant a mole in Pigeon's camp?"
It doesn't seem too difficult to infiltrate such a large club as an undercover employee.
The two followed Luca for a long time, watching him experience half a day of being a peace ambassador.

First, on the street, Denham saw Luca stop a black man who was robbing someone, angrily taught the black man a lesson, and took back the money and returned it to the owner.

His violent and ferocious appearance terrified the black man so much that he knelt down and begged for mercy.

Jimmy, who was standing nearby, was stunned. He thought to himself, "Why is Pigeon so irritable today?"

You taught the robber a lesson, helped the victim recover their lost money, and upheld peace in the neighborhood.

[Gain Skill Points +3]

Luca glanced at the reward, and his ferocious expression vanished instantly, replaced by a gentle smile.

He patted the black man on the shoulder, laughing, and said, "Get the hell out of here. If you rob me again, I'll cut off your hand and feed it to the lions."

The black man looked horrified; these mafia members really did keep lions in the city.
After the black man fled in panic, Jimmy cautiously asked with concern, "Luca, have you been having some troubles lately? Luca looked so scary just now!"

I was just testing the skill effects. Luca found that the Berserker skill effects were pretty good. The combat power bonus was reflected in all aspects, from strength, speed, reaction ability, etc., comprehensively improving the overall combat power.

But controlling anger is a skill; excessive anger can impair judgment.

Luca sighed, "As long as New York City remains unsettled, my troubles will never disappear."

Jimmy: "."

Next, Denham saw Luca go to a Chinese supermarket, buy a lot of supplies, and head straight to the community nursing home to distribute welfare to the elderly living alone.

Later that evening, a fire broke out in an apartment building. Luca arrived earlier than the police and rushed into the scene. Denham, seeing the fire, abandoned his pursuit and rushed into the scene to rescue people.

But Luca was much faster. He transformed into an aerial acrobat, carrying the old lady out of the window and climbing down the water pipe.

The community residents cheered and shouted for the pigeons.

Denham, who witnessed all of this, was stunned. He could tell that the people were sincerely grateful, and judging from their closeness to the pigeons, this was clearly not the first time Luca had helped them.

What a picture of "national prosperity and peace".

Wardfa?

These mafia members are even more proactive than the police!
The colleague was shocked. "Luca the Pigeon. This isn't just a name he has; he really is maintaining peace in the community."

"Maybe he put on a show for us on purpose because we were following him."

"But the citizens' reactions didn't seem staged; it was clearly not the first time."

"."

Denham found himself unable to understand it.

This Mafia isn't cold!

Too enthusiastic!

"Agent Denham!"

Luca, his face covered in soot from the thick smoke, walked over and, seeing that Denham was also blackened by the smoke, joked, "What brings you to work as a firefighter today? Is the FBI paying you too little?"

Shouldn't I be the one asking that question? Denham, suppressing a grumble, replied indifferently, "You know me?"

“You come to the Bronx every day to shop, even the coffee shop owners here know you like lattes. Are you satisfied with the environment in the Bronx? Do you find the people here to be friendlier than in other areas? How about moving here?”

Here, I can guarantee no street racers will wake you up in the middle of the night. Where I pass by, drug dealers don't dare to come out and sell drugs.

Faced with Luca's smiling teasing, Denham always had a strange, subtle feeling in his heart, and subconsciously chose to believe what the other party said.

Combining this with what he had witnessed before, he was surprised to find that he didn't have a bad feeling about this Mafia member. On the contrary, he thought the man was a good guy, at least better than Jordan.

Weird!

However, due to his fundamental sense of identity, Denham always remembered that the other party was a bloodthirsty mafia member.

“Little Italy…it is indeed a bit different from what I imagined.” Denham shook his head. “I’ve been here before; it was a chaotic slum back then. Now it’s much safer, and I’m glad about the changes. But as long as you exist, this place can never truly become peaceful!”

Denham scoffed, "Luca, don't think that changing your nickname will erase everything you've done before! Don't forget your old nickname!" "Oh, thank you for reminding me."

Luca shrugged, turned around and shouted at the neighbors, "Tell this officer what my old nickname was?"

"Butcher!"

A fresh food supermarket owner laughed and shouted, "Luca is the best knife-wielder I've ever seen! The sashimi he slices is thinner than the most damn sexy lingerie, it's simply a miracle of God!"

Denham: "."

Damn sashimi!

[Bond: Follow]

Denham: B

[Upright and Honest: FBI Trust +10%; When you are a member of the FBI and consistently maintain an honest and incorruptible conduct, refusing any form of bribery, your FBI Trust +20% (This bonus is permanently lost if you accept a bribe)]

[Learning Requirements: Bond level must be close friend or higher; 80 skill fragments required]

Inside the bar, Luca, who had just showered and changed his clothes, held a glass of wine, a smile unconsciously playing on his lips.

That's another awesome skill!

Denham's skills are somewhat similar to Richie's, both aiming to increase official trust, but Denham's are more specific, targeting the FBI.

Luca will probably never use the latter part of the skills in his lifetime, but the effects of the earlier skills are already quite good.

Trust between people is the rarest thing in the world.

I, Luca, have already reserved this skill!
Upright and incorruptible? He doesn't bribe the FBI to do things; can't a kind-hearted citizen simply want to make a friend?

"Jimmy!"

Luca called Jimmy over, "Go find me a charity!"

“Great! Shall we do a heist? I’ll go find the richest organization!” Jimmy’s eyes lit up. The Mafia robbed banks and airports, but they’d never rob a charity before!

Because the Mafia has no interest in robbing the poor.

Luca is indeed much more ruthless than me!

Enough!

Luca: "What are you robbing? I'm here to donate money."

Jimmy: "???"

Jimmy looked confused.

Dude, are you crazy? Donating to charity is no good, you should donate to me! At least I'm genuinely helping those homeless strippers!

FBI New York field office building.

Denham, who is in charge of financial crime investigations, has arrested many financial criminals, both big and small, on Wall Street since he started working in the industry.

But this time, facing Jordan Belfort, he felt a bit tricky.

The other party was exceptionally adept at the ways of Wall Street, leaving behind very few clues and evidence. If it weren't for the fact that the other party was an addict and had gotten high last time, giving him an opportunity to seize some clues, he wouldn't even have a place to start.

They thought things would proceed smoothly, but the Mafia's involvement made the case even more complicated.

With a heavy heart, he approached his colleague, a member of a team investigating the New York Mafia, and discussed with him the intelligence that had been relayed back from the Mafia's undercover agents.

You mean Luca the pigeon?

My colleague shook his head and said, "He's a member of the Lucchese family. My informant has had little contact with him, but I can tell you definitively that Luca is indeed working to maintain peace in the Bronx, especially with Little Italy. He's a very meddlesome person!"
But he was by no means as mild-mannered as he appeared; his methods behind the scenes were extremely ruthless. It is said that he once single-handedly wiped out a small gang, killing dozens of people completely.

Denham remained silent for a long time. It sounded contradictory, yet it also came to mind. Combining this with his previous observations, Luca was indeed working to maintain peace in the community, and something came to his mind.

"Is Luca a drug dealer?"

You should know that Jordan was a drug addict, and the entire Wall Street was a street full of drug addicts. Those stockbrokers couldn't live without drugs and sex in their lives.

Did Jordan buy drugs from Luka?

"Luca does not traffic drugs."

Denham was dampened by his colleague's words, which left him feeling somewhat depressed.

"Weren't you investigating Jordan Balfour? Why are you asking about Pigeon Luca?"

"The two of them are in contact."

"That sounds terrible."

My colleague shook his head with a sigh, then suddenly lowered his voice and asked curiously, "I heard that Balfour recommended some stocks to you?"

Denham remained silent. It wasn't a stock recommendation; it was a bribe in disguise, which happened right when he first met Jordan.

That single stock trade could earn over half a million dollars—Jordan himself promised.

Jordan also knew that his son was in college but was stuck with his student loan application; and that his mother needed money for heart bypass surgery.

That fraudster investigated his life!

At this moment, Denham was just as silent as he was when Jordan offered him a bribe, as if the air had become thick and viscous, squeezing his lungs and making it hard for him to breathe.

My colleague continued in a low voice, "Hey, there's no one else here. Tell me, what stocks did he recommend to you? Stocks he recommends are sure to make money! He's the Wolf of Wall Street! Damn it, why didn't I choose to investigate financial crimes in the first place!"

"I refused."

"Dude, don't be like that. I've already told you about Luca's information. We should help each other."

"I really refused."

"I can only say it's a real shame. Anyway, when we investigate the Mafia, we never get anything out of it. Our informants end up paying money to the Mafia instead."

My colleague looked helpless. The Mafia's tradition of collecting protection money had left their group's funds stretched thin!

Denham looked up at the F, B, I on the wall—Fidelity, Bravery, Integrity.

That's not the full spelling of the FBI name, but it's a creed that every agent is instilled with before joining the company.

Denham remembers it very clearly.

But he also remembered his mother's painful groans on her sickbed, and his son's complaints about having no way to get an education.

Having given so much to this country, will it treat its people well?
(End of this chapter)