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

Chapter 59 Melee
The sudden arrival of a group of Japanese disrupted Luca's plans once again. He truly hadn't expected that the Red Flower Restaurant was connected to the Deadly Viper organization.

Looking back now, it seems that the gangsters carrying samurai swords I saw in restaurants a few times before were clearly not of legitimate origin.
As for the Deadly Viper organization—its leader is the "infamous" Bill, who commands a group of assassins, all of whom are nicknamed after various venomous snakes.

These assassins were all highly skilled, and were also proficient in Chinese Kung Fu and Japanese swordsmanship.

In the original storyline, a total of five snakes appeared. "Hundred-pace snake" Oren Ishii and "California mountain snake" Al Dreyvo are the two who just walked into the club.

There are three more, one of which is "Black Mamba"—the bride whose entire family was wiped out by Bill at the wedding.

This bride was the one who killed everyone from beginning to end, wiping out the entire Deadly Viper organization.

Thankfully, the Goddess of War didn't come.

And these two snakes right now.
Luca's expression grew increasingly strange as he thought about it. Where exactly had the Deadly Viper's storyline progressed? If the Yellow-Robed Goddess of War hadn't gotten married or hadn't been wiped out, then the original plot hadn't yet unfolded.

Lyon asked, puzzled, "Is there some unexpected situation?"

Assassins hate unpredictable accidents.

“A little, but not a big problem.” Luca quickly thought of a solution. “Perhaps this is actually a good thing for us. Neither of us has to act in it ourselves; we have stand-ins.”

Why are these people here? Are they after Richie and David? Is it because these policemen arrested the boss of the Red Flower Restaurant?

Or perhaps these assassins also received a mission to kill Richie and Garant?
We can't just come to a club for a meal and a massage!
Fortunately, he had dragged McClain into the situation beforehand. With McClain there, even if the entire Viper organization rushed in, they couldn't kill him.

The embodiment of the halo, McLean, is an invincible and immortal being.

At most, it will injure him.

But it's hard to say about others.
Luca casually took out his phone and called Denham to inquire about the Red Flower Restaurant.

“Aoki Rocky has connections with the Japanese mafia,” Denham explained over the phone. “The drugs at the Red Flower Restaurant used to be supplied by Japanese gangs. They colluded to launder money through international dragon boat races, and their operations also involved South Korea, Hong Kong, and some Southeast Asian countries.”

Luca couldn't help but sigh, these guys really love sports. They race cars, row boats, they want to get involved in everything. They can even launder money while rowing a dragon boat.

If he's involved with the Japanese mafia, then Luca isn't surprising. Bill's gang of assassins has deep ties to Japan, and Bill's swordsmanship teacher was Japanese.

Luca glanced at his watch and asked, "Does the FBI handle gang shootouts?"

Denham paused for a moment: "This falls under the jurisdiction of the New York Police Department."

The FBI doesn't concern itself with these petty crimes, unless it involves a large-scale organized crime group, such as the Mafia.
"Old Pigeon, you Mafia have an undercover agent," Denham silently added to himself.

But he didn't know who the undercover agent was; the secrecy was too high.

"What if it's a three-way shootout between the Mafia, Red Flower Restaurant, and narcotics police?"

"???"

Denham paused for a moment, "It's not that we can't intervene."

Clubhouse corridor.

Al Dreyvo pulled a small notebook from her pocket and flipped through the information she had recorded—she had a habit of keeping records and always carried a notebook with her, writing down useful information in it and taking it out to look at it when she forgot it.

"Rich Roberts and Carmi Galant's targets are these two men, one a narcotics officer and the other a mafia boss. The intelligence says that these two are colluding together, and that Aoki's drug business was destroyed by them."

El glanced with her single eye at the aloof Ishii Oren beside her, who gave a curt "hmm" and replied in English, "Galant has quite a few bodyguards and gangsters with him."

The two exchanged information as they entered a private room.

Tonight, they will kill as Bill ordered.

The group took their seats and quickly pulled out the weapons and equipment they had prepared from under the sofa in the room, beginning the assassination operation.

Swish swish!
One after another, samurai swords were drawn.

A black mamba snake emerged from Al's sleeve. Looking at the commotion, she couldn't help but remark, "This isn't Japan. In America, gang fights are all about guns!"

Click, click, click!
Guns were also drawn.

Al shrugged: "You guys are pretty well prepared."

Oren Ishii holstered his gun on his thigh and picked up a katana. "Within three steps, my sword is faster."

The black mamba coiled around El's arm, its tongue flicking. She stared at Ishii Oren's knife and asked curiously, "I heard you offered Hattori Hanzo a million dollars to buy a knife, but he still refused?"

Hattori Hanzo was a legendary Japanese swordsmith who forged swords with unparalleled sharpness, capable of cutting through iron like mud.

He was also Bill's former swordsmanship teacher!

Of the two swords that Al currently knows of, one is with Bill and the other is with Bill's brother. The rest of the swords have been kept by Hattori Hanzo.

To be honest, she really wanted one too, but that old guy wouldn't sell it.

When Ishii Oren heard the name Hattori Hanzo, her gaze darkened slightly, and she felt a little uncomfortable—Hattori Hanzo hated killing, and she was a top international assassin who had killed countless people!
Bill had committed too many atrocities back then, and was "expelled from the school" by Hattori Hanzo. After that, Hattori Hanzo also retired from the martial arts world and vowed never to forge weapons that would kill again.

She visited him many times to ask for the knife, but all her efforts were in vain.

This made her feel very regretful.

Hattori Hanzo attempted to restrain violence in exchange for peace, but Ishii Oren believed that without a sharp enough blade, how could one cut the shackles binding peace?

Take, for example, the chaotic Tokyo underworld, those violent gangs that killed her parents—Ishii Oren vowed to fight her way out, inherit her parents' business, unify the Tokyo underworld, and prove to Hattori Hanzo what true peace is!

But unifying the underworld is not easy; she needs Bill and the organization's help, which is why she has been working for Bill all along.

Thinking of this, her expression suddenly turned cold.

"Do it!"

"Hi!"

The group filed out and dispersed, heading upstairs to lie in wait.

Not far behind them, Lyon emerged from the shadows, followed closely by Luca, dressed in black.

"Leon, make your move! Tonight, this place will be awash in blood!"

"it is good."

Poolside.

The conversation between the two sides was drawing to a close, with each confirming the progress and strength of their ally.

The cigar between his fingers gleamed with a scarlet light as Galant leaned against the poolside and exhaled a puff of smoke.
"Blue Magic is already running out of stock in the market. It won't be long before Frank imports it again from Vietnam! I hope your police force will prepare in advance and not miss this opportunity. If you need my help with anything, feel free to contact me."

Richie nodded. Things were going well so far. With the testimony and intelligence from their informant, Jimmy, the higher-ups had approved the search of the military aircraft.

Before obtaining the testimony, the higher-ups didn't really believe it was so outrageous—that they would have time to smuggle drugs back in coffins during a war?
They were truly wicked practitioners who were even more ruthless than demonic practitioners—they learned from the Corpse-Driving Sect, sourced their drugs from the Golden Triangle, used coffins containing American soldiers' corpses to transport the drugs back to the United States by the Air Force, thus avoiding a series of security checks.

Using drugs to preserve corpses?
Who dares to desecrate the American soldiers who died in battle?!
Richie dares!
With a search warrant in hand, no coffin may be taken away!

For the sake of this victory, even the soldiers who died in battle had to be searched before they could be buried!

Just then, McLean suddenly interjected, asking Galant, "After Frank is arrested, what will happen to your Bonano family's drug business?"

He hesitated, probably because he didn't want to say anything that might damage the cooperation between the two parties.

McLean didn't want to see drugs in New York anymore, although he knew it was unrealistic. The daily drug consumption of those Wall Street wolves alone was astronomical.

Galant flicked his cigarette ash nonchalantly. "Do you want to drag me in with you?"

McLean felt a tightness in his chest. Wasn't that obvious?

One evil dragon falls, another rises, it never ends!

Galant said calmly, “The federal government has been cracking down on drugs every year. Over the past ten years, my costs have increased by 10%, but my profits have increased more than tenfold. Officer, even if you cut off my head, there will be ten more ruthless young men to steal this business. There will never be a shortage of hungry wolves in the slums who will kill for $50.”

The police officers remained silent. Garland spread his hands: “Many middle-class people in various states across this country are secretly pushing for marijuana legalization. These are my clients; they're helping me cultivate and expand the market. You've all seen it yourselves—the military is even helping to smuggle drugs from Vietnam. Who knows, one day New York State might pass a law legalizing marijuana?”

He stood up and extended his hand to the police officers, saying, "If one day your police announce that you will offer 50% of the drug lords' assets as a reward to informants, I swear I will be the first to quit this business."

This measure is unlikely to happen. Several police officers had complicated expressions. McLean was full of resentment, but felt powerless in the face of this reality.

Richie put aside those distracting thoughts; his primary goal now was to bring down Frank. Compared to the chaotic and disorderly Frank, who had turned the NYPD into a mess, Frank was far more despicable than Garland.

Richie grasped Galant's hand: "Mr. Galant, once I catch Frank, we'll see each other in court."

Richie declined Galant's invitation to a lavish feast and left with his colleagues.

David sighed, "Is it finally going to end?"

"Yes, it's almost over."

Richie smiled wearily, the faces of his many police colleagues flashing through his mind—those cops who took bribes and colluded with drug dealers to traffic drugs, who would soon be brought to justice.

But where will this city go tomorrow?

Richie didn't know.

boom!
Suddenly, a violent explosion came from below, and the extravagant atmosphere at the scene froze instantly.

You killed 13 ruthless gang members and defended the peace of the community.

[Gain Skill Points x10]

[Gained 5 Skill Fragments]

[Remaining Skill Fragments: 41]

Luca didn't have time to check the panel right now; the battle was in full swing.

Just now, Leon used the ring trick to kill four Japanese men and three security guards from the club, setting off the first bombshell of the gang war. This successfully sparked a battle between the club and the Japanese gang, and also thwarted the Japanese plan to sneak upstairs and carry out an assassination.

It escalated directly into a large-scale melee!
When the clubhouse and the Japanese started fighting, Luca and Leon were happy to stay out of the way, hiding in the shadows to watch the show, keeping an eye on the key figures, picking off a few heads as they went, helping the weaker side, and maintaining the balance of the battle.

According to Luca's original plan, he and Leon were to cause a scene here and stage an assassination.

Now the assassins have been replaced by Japanese yakuza.

Luca had even come up with an excuse for the failed assassination: blame it all on those reckless and brainless Japanese for ruining the assassination plan, otherwise he would definitely have been able to kill Richie and Galant!
The Japanese ruined my plans!
biu!

Luca stood at the corner of the corridor, raised his hand and fired a shot, sending another Japanese man away; not far away, several club security guards crept over, and just as they entered the gate, a figure suddenly descended from above and fired several shots in an upside-down hook position, sending them to their deaths.

Immediately afterwards, the two top assassins vanished from the battlefield like two ghosts, continuously reaping the lives of Japanese and gangsters, and spreading the war to other places.

Gunshots rang out, and Richie and his men maintained their combat formation, cautiously making their way downstairs.

"What the hell is going on?" David ran behind cover, gun in both hands, looking utterly bewildered. "Have we run into a gang shootout?"

Richie cautiously surveyed his surroundings. "Who dares to cause trouble on Mafia territory?"

McClain leaned against a pillar, cursing as he pulled out his pistol. "When did drug enforcement become so dangerous? Have you ever encountered this situation before?"

Richie shook his head: "No."

David: "This is the first time."

McLean: "."

Seriously, man? I just joined and I'm already caught in a gang shootout. Are you guys sure you're not messing with me?
Is it true that wherever I go, something bad will happen?

Richie and David exchanged bewildered glances. Could it be that McLean was truly a jinx?

Is the god of misfortune possessing me?

"It has absolutely nothing to do with me!" Seeing the strange looks from his colleagues, McLean felt incredibly frustrated. "This is absolutely a coincidence! It has nothing to do with whether I'm here or not! Please, give me some trust!"

David chuckled dryly, "Bro, keep it down a bit. If you're planning to blow this place up, at least wait until we get out first."

Richie sighed, "I hope there aren't any bombs or suicide planes here."

McLean: "."

Fuck, I'm not unlucky!

The group made their way to the lobby on the third floor, where the fighting became even more intense, with swords and guns clashing and the scene in complete disarray, the surrounding glass walls shattered in the battle.

Richie looked up and saw an Asian woman dressed in black, wielding a samurai sword, wreaking havoc in the hall.

She was like a ghost in the night, moving so fast that she caught everyone off guard. With each swift movement of her knife, one corpse after another fell to the ground, and the heads of gang members rolled all over the floor.

He would occasionally draw his pistol and take out a few enemies in the distance.

Richie: "???"

What kind of crazy, perverted woman is this?

Ishii Oren glanced around and quickly noticed several police officers.

When he saw the deranged woman rushing towards him, Richie felt a chill run down his spine and raised his hand to fire a shot.

Ishii Oren leaped into the air and hid behind a bunker, bullets leaving holes in the wall behind her.

Her elusive figure darted behind cover, and her casual glance made Richie feel as if he were being watched by a venomous snake.

Richie took a deep breath, quickly moved away from his spot, and used the surrounding cover to fire at Ishii Oren and the other Japanese assassins.

boom!
McClain took down a Japanese assassin with a single shot, then kicked him in the head in frustration, yelling, "Damn it! Of all times to come, now of all times!"

After saying that, he took the lead alone. His superb combat skills and calm demeanor in the face of a major battle made him a god of war.

Using the surrounding terrain, McClain skillfully maneuvered and quickly took down the enemy.

Bullets could only mourn his shadow; enemy knives couldn't even get close to his body.

David stared in disbelief: "Jesus! This guy is even fiercer than Captain America!"

Richie was also stunned. No wonder this guy could wipe out an entire squad of mercenaries by himself in Los Angeles. That's not something a normal person could do.

Just then, a flash of cold light appeared, striking McLean from behind.

McClain rolled to the side, dodging the blade in an extremely awkward position, the blade barely grazing the skin on his back.

Ishii Oren looked surprised. This man was actually able to dodge her knife with his back turned?

Injuries were commonplace for McLean; he always ended up covered in blood. He wiped the blood from his back, grimacing and cursing.
"Fuck! A samurai sword? You bunch of crazy Japanese women who treat toy swords like precious treasures?!"

"I'm a mixed-race woman of Chinese, Japanese, and American descent!" Ishii Oren sneered. "Damn white pig! Die!"

boom!boom!
The two men drew their guns and fired at the same time, then almost simultaneously dove to the side and behind cover.

All Richie and David could see were the two men's dazzling figures and movements, the clash of military knives and samurai swords, and the near misses of bullets.

On the upstairs terrace, Luca and Leon watched the battle below with great interest.

“McLean is no match for Ishii Oren,” Leon calmly analyzed. “His skills, marksmanship, and close-quarters combat abilities are no match for that woman.”

"You're right, but in the end, McLean will definitely win."

"???" Leon was completely dumbfounded. How did you come to that conclusion?
Luca stared at the samurai sword in Ishii Oren's hand, then at the military knife in McLean's hand. "The assassin's and the soldier's swords are forged in the same furnace, but the difference is that one thirsts for more blood, while the other refuses to be stained with blood again."

(End of this chapter)