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Chapter 51 A Lifetime of Honor

Brian has never been a very settled person. In the original storyline, after his child was born, he retired from the underworld with his wife. He had money, a family, and lacked nothing.

As a result, he still craved speed and passion, and couldn't forget the past that the wheels had rolled over.

But right now, this guy is still a very green novice.

"Old Pigeon, when it comes to racing, I'm never afraid of anyone." Brian's eyes blazed with fighting spirit. "I accept this challenge!"

"very good."

Luca raised his chin, pointed at Brian's Mitsubishi, and turned around: "Get in your car and come with me."

"Shall we go and compete now?"

"Do not."

Luca turned around and smiled: "Let's upgrade your car first. How can a top driver not have a fully equipped race car?"

Brian's eyes lit up!
Boss atmosphere!

[Bond: Familiarity]

Luca spent a fortune to give Brian's little green car a complete upgrade, from the engine to the handling system, putting on the most suitable top-of-the-line models.

Brian, delighted with the parts, went off to modify the car, while Luca called Jimmy along. The two, both dressed in suits, drove straight to a high-end hotel in Manhattan.

Sorel is staying here temporarily.

"Cooperate with me later, and act convincingly."

Luca put on sunglasses and pulled a fake FBI badge from his pocket. "I must say, it's pretty realistic."

Jimmy shrugged: "I have all sorts of fake documents, but are you sure they don't recognize you?"

“He’s Swiss, how would he know so much about the New York Mafia?” Luca pulled out a makeup case again. “Just to be on the safe side, let’s disguise ourselves a little. He shouldn’t be able to tell. Want some too?”

Jimmy watched as Luca painted on his face, and in no time he looked like a completely different person.

There's so much to learn to be an assassin.
In a hotel suite.

Sorel unzipped a duffel bag, revealing a full bag of US dollars—money he had taken from Aoki's drug trafficking ring, which he planned to smuggle back to Switzerland to be laundered.

The other party also gave us some small gifts as an extra gift.

Sorel pulled out the bag of flour, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. These Japanese guys really know how to handle things. Jordan kept rambling on and on, refusing to pay. He'd come all the way to New York, and that bastard was just messing with him. Did he even enjoy it?

Fortunately, I have many clients.

Just as Sorel had collected the money and was about to have some fun, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Upon opening the door, I saw two burly men in suits.

"FBI!"

Luca pulled out his ID and, before Sorel could react, shoved him aside and barged into the room.

Seeing the drugs on the table, Luca raised his eyebrows in surprise, yet also felt it made sense. "Mr. Sorel, it seems I've disturbed your pleasant time."

Sorel snapped angrily, "What do you want? Do you have a search warrant? How dare you break into my room!"

"If I really came with a search warrant, would you still be standing here talking to me like this?"

Luca gave Jimmy a look, signaling him to close the door, and then swaggered down on the sofa.

“I am Swiss, not a Republican!” Sorel said calmly. “I know your country’s laws; the FBI has no right to target me.”

"This is America, not Switzerland."

Luca lowered his voice and pointed to the sofa in front of him, "Sit down. You're not on my arrest list. I just need to get some information from you."

“I need to see my lawyer.” Sorel wasn’t sure what Luca was up to. “I won’t say anything until my lawyer arrives.”

American lawyers are quite adept at distorting the truth, but unfortunately, Sorel encountered Luca.

"Then you choose," Luca said indifferently. "Do you want to come back to the interrogation room with me, stay in a cramped room, sit on a cold bench to see your lawyer, drink bitter coffee and complain to him, or do you want to sit on a soft sofa and chat comfortably with me?"

Sorel refused to sit or cooperate. "I know your procedures. Don't try to blackmail me with these. Even if you take me back, how long can you hold me? I'll be out safely in less than 24 hours."

He stared at the drugs on the table, his gaze unwavering. What was a little drug use? Was it really worth the FBI coming knocking on his door over such a trivial matter?

"Sorel, it seems you still don't understand the seriousness of the matter."

Luca pulled a recording device from his pocket. "We have ample evidence of your crimes. Do you want to hear it? Jordan has already implicated you. You two conspired to launder money, involving at least a dozen cases. This evidence is enough to win us in court! You can expect to spend your next life in an American prison. Don't expect your country to help you."

Sorel's expression finally showed a hint of panic.

Shit! That bastard Jordan! Go to hell, you bitch! Why did you betray me when you got arrested?!

I wish I hadn't come to America!
It was a trap! This was a trap set by Jordan and the FBI!

Sorel finally realized that Jordan's invitation to New York was not because of any adultery or new collaboration, but because that idiot had been caught by the FBI!
At that moment, he felt dizzy and disoriented, even though he hadn't even started taking the drugs yet.
Seeing Sorel's barely concealed panic despite his forced composure, Luca felt it was somewhat absurd. In the original storyline, Sorel was captured first and betrayed Jordan; now it was Jordan's turn to "betray" Sorel.

Another twist of fate.

[Character Card: Jane Jacques Sorel]

[Sorel: D]

[Source: The Wolf of Wall Street]

[Skill: None]

[Bond: Strangers]

Luca started the recording equipment, and Jordan's helpless and desperate voice echoed in the room: "Sorel and I started two years ago."

Jordan's confession detailed everything, including how they met, how the money was laundered, and how he cooperated in providing the full details. Hearing this, Sorel was utterly devastated.

Everything he said is true, he even brought up adultery! That son of a bitch Jordan!
"I must have been blind to choose Jordan as a partner; he has absolutely no integrity whatsoever." Sorel scoffed, finally giving up his stubbornness and sitting down in front of Luca.

Luca: "."

It's like you wouldn't betray Jordan if you were arrested.

You two are equally bad.

“Speak, what do you want from me?” Sorel stared at Luca. “You have such detailed evidence, yet you haven’t arrested me. Are you more comfortable chatting in the hotel? Do you want me to call a few women up for you?”

"Have you heard of Grenada?" Luca changed the subject.

"do not know."

"Grenada is a rather interesting little island nation. It was invaded by the United States in 1983, and its 9 inhabitants were powerless to resist the US military. What I mean is, you are Grenada in front of the FBI."

"."

Sorel cursed under his breath.

“But Grenada reinstated elections the following year.” Luca picked up the recording equipment and changed to a new tape. “You see, although it is small, the United States still respects its autonomy to a certain extent, as long as it allows American warships to sail past its doorstep openly.”

What's the difference between this and Japan and South Korea? But Sorel's spirits lifted, realizing there was still a chance for things to turn around.

"Officer, you might as well explain in more detail."

“I need evidence of money laundering at Red Flower Restaurant, such as accounting records, which I believe you certainly have.”

Luca's words made Sorel's heart skip a beat. Red Flower Restaurant? The FBI even found out about that?

Should we confess or not?
Sorel was in a dilemma. If he revealed this matter again, the FBI would undoubtedly have more evidence against him. However, even if he didn't confess, he was already in deep trouble just because of Jordan.

I am no different from Grenada.

"Can I get a reduced sentence in exchange for saying I did?" Sorel asked.

“Yes.” Luca nodded. “Of course. The more you confess, the more lenient the judge will be. Perhaps you will only need to pay a bail fee to return to Switzerland and live out your old age in peace.”

Upon hearing this, Sorel resigned himself to his fate.

A few hours later.

He turned into a corpse.

Only one of them can survive: Jordan or him.

Jimmy threw the overdose needle next to Sorel's body and left with Luca.

Before leaving, he also took the bag of millions of dollars in illicit drug money.

[You and Jimmy killed an international financial criminal, defending the peace of capital.]

[Gain Skill Points +3]

[Current Skill Fragment: 68]

On the way back to the Bronx, Luca rummaged through his purse and handed it all to Jimmy.

"There's about 500 million here. After you clean it up, give me 400 million, and the rest is yours."

"Old Pigeon, no one is more generous than you."

"You're mine now."

"Not just now, but also in the future."

"Jimmy, you've got gray hair." Luca looked at the silver strands at his temples, patted his arm, and said softly, "If you get old, which trustworthy brother will I have left to do things for me?"

Jimmy, who started killing for his family at the age of 16, is now in his forties. He has devoted half his life to the Mafia. He is luckier than Old Zuo because he is good at business and has money; but he is more tragic than Old Zuo because it is almost impossible for him to become a formal member.

The principle of silence permeated Jimmy's life. Despite being arrested countless times, the police were unable to extract anything from him.

Jimmy possesses all the "excellent qualities" of the older generation of Mafia—cruelty and violence towards enemies, awe and respect for family, greed and extortion for money, and exploitation and ruthlessness towards his subordinates.

If the bloodline is correct, Jimmy might have already climbed to a very high position in the family.

[Would you like to spend 60 skill fragments to exchange for "Emotional Corrosion"?]

【whether】

Yes!
[Redeem successful, skill added]

[Emotional Corruption: When you establish a bond with your subordinates, their loyalty increases by an additional 5% for each bond level you advance; when your subordinate is an undercover agent, their loyalty increases by an additional 10% after the bond reaches the "Close Friend" level.]

[Remaining Skill Fragments: 8]

At that moment, as Jimmy listened to Luca's casual concern, he humbly tidied his hair, and a feeling of gratitude welled up in his heart.

Working under Old Pigeon is much more comfortable than working for Paul Cicero.

Poly is getting old, and many members of the family are getting old.

Including myself, I have lived up to my past bravery.

The future of the Mafia ultimately rests on young people like Luca.

Jimmy smiled and said, "Luca, even when I'm in my seventies or eighties, with a full head of white hair, I can still drive you and take you wherever you want to go. That would be an honor worthy of being written on my epitaph."

[Bond: Close Friend]

(End of this chapter)