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

Chapter 66 I Want to See the Pigeons

Although the search operation by Richie and David was fraught with difficulties and obstructed by the military, the final result was quite good.

McLean followed the coffins containing drugs from the airport to a warehouse, then a truck with a cleaning company sign, and finally to an office building in New York City.

"Fuck! These drug dealers actually hid drugs here!"

McLean's face turned green.

Why is it another one of these lonely skyscrapers?!
The memories of Los Angeles are still fresh in my mind. I never want to see another 1v200 fight again!

Teammates! I have teammates this time!
McLean called: "Rich! I've found their hideout! Caught red-handed, get backup immediately!"

Richie: "Hahaha! McLean, you could take their lair by yourself, right?"

David chimed in, "Dude! By the time we got there, you'd already won, right?"

McLean: "Damn it! I shouldn't have come alone!"

Richie: "That was just a joke. Wait for us, we'll be there soon!"

What followed was a natural progression. Richie and his team reported to their superiors, who mobilized police forces, dispatched a large, fully armed squad, and successfully stormed the drug-filled building.

McLean is not alone!

This time, he was covered in blood again, but he was still lively and energetic. When he walked out of the building carrying the shotgun, he saw the nurse again.

"It really doesn't hurt this time." The nurse grinned.

McLean thought it was the devil's smile.

After the drug den was raided, Frank and his family members were all arrested by the police in accordance with the law.

The final step is conviction!

There's another battle going on in court!
Frank refused to cooperate with police questioning until his wife arrived, and the couple met in the dimly lit interrogation room.

Eva told Frank about what happened at home, and mentioned the pigeons.

"A pigeon." Frank's gaze was somewhat puzzled. "What does he want from us?"

The two sides have met only a handful of times and have barely exchanged a few words, but Frank knows that Pigeon used to be on Dominic's side.

“He protected me and your mother,” Eva said sadly. “He was the only one who stood up for us when we needed help. Frank, you have a good friend.”

Frank: "."

Good friend? Is something wrong?
Pigeons are meddling in everything, even New Jersey?

Or is Luca continuing to protect him as Dominic instructed before his death?
He sensed there were still some things he didn't understand about the matter, and the Mafia's attitude made him uneasy. Immediately, he summoned Richie and made his demands:
"I want to see the pigeons!"

"???"

Richie looked puzzled. "Damn it, I can't convince you, so you're just relying on the peace ambassador to smooth things over?"
"Don't expect pigeons to get you out of here," Richie said coldly. "This matter cannot be resolved peacefully; you must confess and plead guilty!"

Frank remained unmoved and continued, "I want to see Pigeon! I won't say anything until I see him!"

Richie: "."

Victory was within reach, the progress bar was at 99%, and then this last 1%... damn it! There really are pigeons everywhere!
This time, I'll inevitably have to deal with pigeons again.

When the peace ambassador received the call from the police, he was watering the Silver Queen flowers at the club, personally tending to each pot every day.

The club's employees were already used to it, and some even tried to help the boss, but were refused.

The boss insisted on coming in person! No amount of persuasion could convince him otherwise!
"Frank, yeah, I got it." Luca thought for a few seconds, then replied on his phone, "Okay, let's schedule a time another day, I'll talk to him."

After hanging up the phone, Luca turned and walked to the front desk in the lobby, handing the showerhead to William. "How have you been adjusting to work these past few days?"

“Pretty good.” William smiled sincerely. “The guests here are more refined than I expected.”

Luca glanced at the Silver Queen on the counter. It was a must-have. The club was a sanctuary of peace, protected by peace ambassadors. Who the hell would come here to cause trouble for no reason?

Less conflict, more peace.

“However,” William said tactfully, “there are still some conflicts that often occur at the casinos, and some gamblers who have lost so much that they can’t leave in peace.”

Even the Silver Queen struggled to purify this situation. Luca shook his head. "Jimmy knows what to do. William, all you need to do is greet the guests, answer their questions, and provide a room key."

"thank you for understanding."

"Hopefully this job won't bore you."

Luca waved and left. "When Matilda comes back, remember to tell her I have to go out and might be home late tonight."

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After leaving the house, Luca went straight to Marigio's bar, and then followed Marigio to another place.

"These have been quite eventful times lately," Marigio said from the passenger seat. "Dominic has only been gone a few days, and Frank has already been arrested by the police. How did that guy manage to slip up so blatantly and get caught?"

If Frank goes under, New York's blue magic will also cool down, and his Marigio business will suffer as well.

"Of course it was me who pushed for it!" Luca asked as he drove, "What's the family's attitude? To protect Frank, or to cut ties?"

Margio: "After discussing it, we realized that Dominic had always controlled the family's drug business. Now that he's dead, everything is being reshuffled. The White Tiger won't let this opportunity pass, and the big boss's attitude is a bit ambiguous. He neither supports nor opposes drug trafficking."

The same applies to other families; some are involved in drug trafficking, others in other businesses. Not everyone will side with Frank. Now that Frank is in police custody, the situation has changed again, and many people need to reconsider their stance.

Luca said softly, “Although Frank has been arrested, the court hasn’t issued a verdict yet. It will take the police a lot of effort to convict him, if the committee is willing to bail him out.” “If Dominic were still alive, he might do that,” Marigio shook his head. “Also, there are some internal problems within the Bonano family. At the meeting a few days ago, the committee seemed to have reached a new agreement. Anyway, let’s go see Bartolo first.”

"it is good."

"I'm curious, why did Frank insist on seeing you?"

"Perhaps because I'm a peace ambassador?" Luca shrugged. "This situation always needs an authoritative mediator to resolve the conflicts between the various parties."

Marígio: "."

Luca smiled. This was a super prize! After waiting for so long, it was finally time to open the box!

Bartolo, an advisor to the Lucchese family, was someone Luca had met before during his initiation ceremony.

That guy stood like a shadow behind the big boss.

In a villa, Luca and Mariggio met, along with the White Tiger, Pauli Cicero.

Bartolo Giordano warmly welcomed everyone, chatting about everyday matters for a long time, and even inquired about the business of the SSR Club.

Until we started talking about Frank.

White Tiger expressed his opinion tactfully, "Frank is a fat sheep; many people are watching him—the FBI, the IRS, the NSA. Many don't want a complete ban on drugs; too many people benefit from it: judges, lawyers, police officers, politicians, prison guards, parole officers..."
If drugs were completely banned, an estimated 10 people in New York would lose their jobs, and our family business would be severely impacted.

Luca slightly raised his eyelids. "Damn it, White Tiger! Even at this point, with Dominic dead, you're still thinking about protecting Frank?"

Frank is finished!

Paul spoke, and he said objectively, "This time it's Washington that's targeting New York, can't you see? Frank is beyond saving, his whole hideout has been wiped out by the police, and he's now on Washington's blacklist!"

Even if we get him out this time, the police and FBI will keep an eye on him. We can't afford to get too involved with this dangerous individual who's surrounded by police, and the family doesn't need to waste so many resources trying to get rid of a useless Black man.

As a cautious gangster who avoids drugs, Paulie's business has never been able to compete with White Tiger and Mariggio. Now that the second boss has died and his position is vacant, he knows that only by completely suppressing the power of White Tiger and Mariggio can he have a chance to take over.

"Which drug lord doesn't have police around him?" White Tiger sneered. "Poly, do you think everyone is as cowardly as you? Your men have followed you and haven't made much money. Do you expect them to make a fortune selling sausages?"

Poly laughed in exasperation. He did indeed own a restaurant and enjoyed making grilled sausages by hand.

I'd rather sell sausages than drugs!

Two people with completely opposite opinions started arguing in front of everyone.

"Calm down, okay?"

Bartolo, with his legs crossed, glanced at the two of them, then looked at Marigio. "Marigio, what's your attitude?"

Marigio pondered for a moment: "Frank's supply chain is finished. The police caught him red-handed this time. At this critical juncture, will Washington still tolerate the military continuing to smuggle drugs?"

He posed the question to everyone, and while they pondered, he continued, "Frank is currently embroiled in a lot of trouble. The police have too much evidence. I'm not sure if he can survive this case, and even if we intervene, can we win?"

Is this even a question of whether we can win or not? What's your attitude? White Tiger frowned. Even Marigio doesn't want to protect Frank? Does this guy not want to get his hands on high-purity drugs anymore? Or does Marigio have other channels?

If Frank really goes under, then he'll have to find other channels, like the group of Japanese guys at the Red Flower Restaurant. He can get those high-purity Asian goods through their channels, but the quantity might not be as much as before.

Bartolo nodded: "I have another piece of news for you. The Bonano family has accepted the terms and is willing to share their channels."

The white tiger was astonished: "That stingy Garant agreed?"

“Not Galant,” Bartolo said, stopping there.

Everyone understood immediately.

After Galant died, the rest of the Bonanno family shared the access.

"No one can save Frank this time!"

Bartolo's words were harsh: "Frank is a nigger! And he's trying to use his blue magic to overturn our Mafia traditions and rules. This is something the committee cannot tolerate. The New York drug market doesn't need a black monopoly to rule it."

New York acknowledges the magic of blue milk, but those consumers are just a bunch of fuzz addicts. They don't deserve sympathy. No matter what purity of milk we milkers produce, they have to hold their noses and drink it!
Dominic stepped in to protect Frank, bringing us wealth and barely maintaining the balance. But now... *snap*! Dominic is dead, Frank has been arrested, the Bonanno family has compromised, and the scales have begun to tip.

Bartolo picked up a cigar and a pair of scissors. "No matter how fat Frank is, it's time to slaughter him. Nobody can milk him anymore."

Snap! The cigar was cut open.

Flames burned, and crimson lights flickered.

Everyone present already understood that the outcome was decided; this was the committee's intention.

Frank has to die, even if he was once Dominic's ally.

In the corner, Luca subtly curled one corner of his mouth.

In just a few days, countless people began to re-examine their positions. The rapid change caught many people off guard. Those relationships maintained by interests may appear unbreakable on the surface, but they are vulnerable on the inside.

Second boss, while everyone else fears you, they've already gripped the knife, ready to strike.

How many people at your funeral are truly grieving for you?
The ensuing discussion revolved around the division of the business: after Dominic's death, who should take over the family's drug trade?

There will be no clear outcome for the time being, because neither the White Tiger nor Marigio is willing to let go.

The two temporarily divided their territories, clearly defining their roles, and then each would rely on their own methods.

Finally, Bartolo looked at the pigeon in the corner: "Frank wants to see you, right? Pigeon, you are a peace ambassador. I've heard you're quite adept at resolving these troubles. So this time, you will represent us in maintaining peace."

Go tell Frank what he can and cannot say, otherwise, I guarantee his cellmate will be a 300-pound, perverted, gay murderer. I'm sure he'll know what to do.

The white tiger hesitated, staring at Luca with suspicion, and asked the pigeon to talk to Frank.
Paul looked somewhat surprised. Why would Frank specifically ask to see Pigeon?
Time to reap the rewards. Luca flashed a bright smile. "For the sake of the family, I'll shut his damn mouth!"

(End of this chapter)