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

Chapter 47 SSR001 and 002
Jimmy's house was cordoned off and surrounded by police.

"Truber is dead!"

After inspecting the scene, David found Richie and reported the results: "He was killed by a grenade. The pieces were scattered all over the place. He died a horrible death. It's harder to assemble than Lego. I dare say even his wife couldn't put it together."

Hearing the gloating tone in David's voice, Richie couldn't help but feel a little helpless. His colleague was quite good at talking, especially when it came to corrupt cops like Truber who had bullied him in the past.

“I asked Jimmy,” Richie said, looking somewhat puzzled. “He doesn’t know why it suddenly exploded.”

“He’s definitely involved in this!” David said. “He can’t deny that he shot and killed a policeman! We found a gunshot wound on a policeman, and we’ll know once we take out the bullet and compare it.”

David's voice grew increasingly excited as he spoke, "Rich, we've caught Jimmy! He's definitely not going to escape punishment this time! We can use this to blackmail him!"

Richie nodded silently. Even without the shooting, the bombing was enough to give Jimmy a hard time.

Catching Black Jimmy would be a good outcome, but... he turned to the side and looked at the police corpses being carried out on stretchers.

He said, "These drug dealers are a bunch of lunatics."

David shook his head: "It's not just the drug dealers, this city has gone mad long ago, I don't have much hope for it at all."

He still remembers that religious murderer; he was even more depraved than a drug dealer.

Richie paused for a moment, then suddenly remembered that in the early Batman comics, Gotham was set in New York, directly using the location as inspiration.

But does Batman exist in real-life New York?

There was one pigeon that liked to fly around.

"This is your gun, it has your fingerprints on it, and there are four policemen you killed!"

Inside the hideout, Richie, holding the evidence in his hand, angrily rebuked Black Jimmy, "Furthermore, you also shot and wounded a citizen who tried to help!"

The police officers in the office were about to lose their composure. The officers who were taking statements earlier were just about to laugh, but who knew that Richie would use this to accuse Black Jimmy.

Richie glanced at the crowd indifferently and continued to berate and threaten Black Jimmy, "Do you know what this means?"

"Life imprisonment! That's enough to sentence you to 500 years!"

"You'll spend the rest of your life in jail!"

"If New York State had the death penalty, your head would definitely be blown open!"

A group of police officers kept hurling insults at Jimmy, making him unable to lift his head and his face grow increasingly grim.

It wasn't until Richie said something that made him look up.

“If you cooperate with us, we can get the judge on your side, and it can even be turned into a case of self-defense because Truber broke into your home without a search warrant.”

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Black Jimmy looked on in astonishment. "This actually works?"
No wonder Frank went to great lengths to cultivate relationships with everyone in the police department.

At that moment, he recalled the scene of being publicly humiliated.
I'm Frank's cousin! That guy treated me ungratefully, so don't blame me for being ruthless.

—Informant Black Jimmy is online.

The police have finally confirmed that the intelligence regarding the cargo transport by plane is true!
Richie and David once again felt the power of this intelligence report, as well as the mystery and strength of the author.

The FBI really did a great job, managing to get their hands on something so useful!

According to Jimmy, Frank's planes deliver goods irregularly, and he doesn't know when the next plane will arrive. Only after the goods arrive will they go to a certain place to pick them up as instructed.

The progress is temporarily suspended, and we'll have to wait until Frank's next shipment.

Richie and his team weren't in a hurry; they had plenty of patience.

Luca was even more patient.

We've already made it through 12 years, so there's no rush.

Early July.

Luca brought Lyon to the club and showed him the result of his efforts—99 pots of Silver Queen!

Lyon stood there stunned for a good six or seven seconds, as if he saw 99 versions of himself stuck in a flowerpot.

"Luca, I can't take care of so many Silver Queens," Lyon said helplessly.

Luca thought to himself, "I can't take care of all of this either."

But the [Silver Queen] skill requires him to take care of it personally, but it doesn't say to what extent he needs to be involved. If someone else helps him during the process, does that still count?
Let's do a control group experiment then. Luca guessed that his level of participation would affect the Silver Queen's ability to purify the mind.

“Jimmy!!”

Luca made a phone call to Jimmy Bai, and then summoned a group of newly recruited waiters. Facing the large group of employees, young and old, Luca pointed at them and said to Lyon:

"Lyon, these employees are now in your hands. Please teach them how to train the Silver Queen. I will also learn from you. I will pay you tuition based on the bounty per person, five thousand each."

Before Lyon could speak, Jimmy said, as if to take credit, "Luca, I know some excellent gardening masters. I can invite them over."

Shut up, is technique the important thing? It's Lyon!

“In this world, the only gardening master I recognize is Lyon. No one else is qualified.” Luca gave Jimmy a sidelong glance, and the latter immediately agreed, “That’s right. Gardening masters are too crafty. They only know how to shape plants, but they don’t know how to take care of them. Lyon has much more experience in this area.”

After saying that, Jimmy breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time felt a little strange. For some reason, he felt that Old Pigeon's words sounded more pleasant today.
I've never felt this way before, not even when I faced Pauli Cicero.

Lyon was also somewhat moved. He felt that what Old Ge had said today was very comforting. However, if he agreed, it would be difficult for him to leave this club in the future. He might also be given the title of security manager.

Luca glanced at the employees and said with a smile, "Are you all so excited that you forgot how to address your teacher?"

The employees quickly snapped out of their daze, looked away from their boss's handsome face, and called out to Leon in unison, "Teacher!"

Lyon: "."

I don't think I've agreed to start the class yet.

He rarely interacted with so many people, and faced with everyone's enthusiasm, he was somewhat at a loss, and could only try to overcome everything with a cold expression.

Then I'll try my best to be a strict teacher.

He has a lot of experience in cultivating silver queen evergreen plants.

After a lively reunion of "teacher and student," Luca pulled out a club membership card and handed it to him—it was a membership card made by Jimmy Professionals.

Number: SSR002!

"Lyon, from now on this is your exclusive VIP membership card, with a unique number; there's only one of its kind in the world. With this card, you can enjoy all the services here. If you have any trouble or need anything, you can come to me."

"Thank you, Pigeon."

[Bond: Friends]

Inside the club bar.

Matilda led Nancy on a tour, describing it as a high-end club that would be frequented by many gangsters and prominent figures from both the political and business worlds.

This is a high-end club!

Matilda said smugly, "You biker gangs are really low-class, you don't deserve to be here! But if you listen to me, you can come here to play in the future, understand? Just say my name, Lucky Matilda!"

Nancy found it amusing and didn't bother arguing with a little kid. She smiled and said, "Your brother personally invited me and even gave me his business card. I can come in without mentioning your name."

Matilda glanced at Nancy's long legs, her sexy waist, and her ample bosom, then looked at her own...
Ha! Old woman!
Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, don’t bully young girls into poverty!
"Look what this is! I'm the first permanent member here!"

Matilda pulled a beautiful black card from her pocket, bearing the club's SSR logo and a serial number:

SSR001.

"This is a symbol of status!"

Matilda raised her chin. "I can use this card to enjoy all the services here for free and receive the club's protection. Moreover, this card has a unique serial number; there's only one in the world. It's tied to my identity, so even if someone else finds it, they can't use it."

Nancy was genuinely shocked this time. Holy crap, this kid who didn't even finish junior high is amazing!
001 Ah!
The first permanent member!
Aren't these kinds of cards usually given to important people?
Seeing Nancy's surprised expression, Matilda was very pleased. Luca was the best person to her; he always gave her the best things first!
"Come on, I'll show you around. This place is huge, so don't get lost."

After the two finished their tour, Nancy wanted to see Luca, but Matilda pulled her away.

"Matilda, don't rush off, I need to talk to your brother." Nancy looked reluctant to leave.

Matilda looked at the sexy Chinese beauty in front of her—ever since they met at Uncle Biao's supermarket, he would always take her out for a ride on his motorcycle, and he liked to ask about Luca's news whenever he had a chance.

What do you want, you old woman?
"She's busy right now."

Maddie looked at Nancy's long, snow-white legs with great interest. "Nancy, why do you always want to see my brother? Are you curious about him?"

Nancy laughed and asked in return, "You know I'm a biker gang member, right? In the Bronx, the Lucchese family is the boss, and we small gangs all have to look up to them. Of course I'm curious about your brother."

"Oh, do you want to join the Mafia?"

"Uh"

“The Mafia doesn’t accept female members,” Matilda said with a sly smirk. “Unless they’re the siblings or wives of a full member. So, do you want my brother’s private contact information?”

Nancy readily agreed, "Thank you, I'll treat you to dinner another day."

Matilda scoffed inwardly. They really had ill intentions. There were too many women in the Bronx with designs on Luca!

Matilda: "Don't get too excited yet. I need to ask my brother first. You know the Mafia's rule of silence; I can't just leak information out."

Nancy: "???"

Wardfa? Is this how you apply the law of silence?
You little brat, you're not even a proper member of the Mafia!

Under immense pressure from SSR001, Nancy was eventually dragged out the door by Matilda, heading towards the biker gang's hideout.

As soon as I stepped outside, a handsome blond guy with curly hair walked towards me.

When faced with a beautiful stranger, Brian O'Connor habitually flashed a bright and polite smile, but to his surprise, she completely ignored him, giving him a cursory glance before walking away.

He didn't care, glanced at the photo of the SSR Club, and walked inside with a nervous heart.

With my driving skills, applying for a driver's job shouldn't be a problem, right?

(End of this chapter)