American Detective: Starting as a Rookie Cop in an American TV Show

Chapter 1424 Hurt each other
In the next few days, the underground world of New York City was undercurrent. Ordinary citizens might not feel anything, but some guys with special hobbies had already noticed that something was wrong.

The street drug dealers that were once ubiquitous in some neighborhoods suddenly disappeared for the most part, and there were fewer guys selling pills in nightclubs.

Even the Asian street prostitutes who spent all day in the central areas of Flushing, such as Main Street, 40th Road, Prince Street, and Roosevelt Avenue, following passers-by in broken English and whispering in a low voice, asking if $50 was okay, have disappeared.

"It would be nice if I could maintain this state. Some media have even suggested that I run for mayor." Frank Reagan even managed to laugh out loud in front of Jack.

At this time, the two men in the office had both seen a lot of ups and downs. One had personally experienced "911" and the other had killed countless people.

"Although this is the calm before the storm, it is a bit too calm. I always thought that the Mafia had become a small force in recent years, but I didn't expect that they still have such a big influence on this city."

Jack took a sip of coffee and narrowed his eyes slightly.

The second best coffee in the entire NYPD is in the 12th Precinct, because there is a high-end coffee machine sponsored by Cassel, and the best coffee is in the director's office.

It's not just because there are often high-end coffee beans sent here from other national police departments, but also because the beautiful secretary of the chief, Miss Baker, is also very good at making coffee.

Frank smiled and said, "If you knew that during the heyday of the Five Families, more than half of the inflated housing prices in New York were attributed to the Mafia, you would be as relieved as I am about the current situation."

"The remaining half is thanks to the former president, right?" Jack had also heard about someone's story of making a fortune.

The friendship between a certain former president and the Mafia is well known to the world. When the famous building named after him and over 200 meters high was built on Fifth Avenue, he received help from John Cody, then president of the New York Construction Union.

This John Cody was the local boss in New York back then and had close ties with the Mafia.

At that time, the entire New York, from construction manufacturing, landfills, cargo transportation to the clothing industry, was firmly controlled by the Mafia, and almost all the senior union leaders in these industries were Mafia members.

The mafia also controls the unions' health and pension benefits and extorts construction companies by instigating strikes and rigging bids.

It is no exaggeration to say that in New York at that time, any construction project could not be started without the approval of the five major families.

"It can only be said that Leah has come at a good time. Now is almost the weakest time for the Mafia since the 20s."

Frank slowly blew out a smoke ring, with a hint of worry between his eyebrows, "I visited a few of these old guys these past two days, and they all pretended to be deaf and dumb."

Jack thought of Benny D'Agostino, the subordinate of Lai Ya who was killed by the Russian gang before. He was Moretti's former deputy and also an old fellow who had retired from the underworld according to legend. He couldn't help but feel moved.

"Are you saying that those old mafia guys are actually on Leah's side?"

"At least they won't help either side. Many of them are losers who were eliminated when the five major families competed for the position of godfather. They will only gloat over the misfortune of these guys who are still on the stage.

Maybe when Leah comes to power, they will stand up and cheer for him. Many people still miss that era and dream of making a comeback. "Frank snorted coldly, and his neatly trimmed beard trembled slightly.

Jack doesn't actually care whether Leah can unify LCN, no matter what his ambitions are, such as what he said when he tried to recruit Reese, that he wanted to turn the Mafia into an evolved crime syndicate.

After all, in the eyes of the people in this country, as long as they can make a lot of money, drive a luxury car, and chat and laugh with the powerful, they have realized the American dream. There is actually not much difference between becoming a politician, a wealthy businessman, or a mafia godfather.

As long as the extremely unfair and unstable social soil exists, gangs will never be eliminated.

Today, ordinary people in this country are gradually accepting even drugs. Without a baptism of blood and fire and a strong central government, there will be no fundamental changes at all.

During World War II, Roosevelt almost fundamentally changed the country, but unfortunately, he was only almost there.

Jack still has a bit of chivalry in his bones. Although he cannot reach the level of "serving the country and the people" in this environment, he has done a lot of things to punish evil and promote good in private over the years.

If Laija really wanted to restore order in the New York underworld as he told Reese and play his "Godfather" game behind closed doors, Jack wouldn't mind letting him go.

After all, no matter how bad the order is, it is better than chaos. With an underground godfather, if someone wants to transport several tons of explosives into Manhattan Island one day, he knows who to find trouble with.

But if Laija causes trouble in this city, or even leads to a gang war, Jack wouldn't mind sending him a bullet from two kilometers away.

"It all depends on what Lai Ya is prepared to do. If he can take the throne 'peacefully', that's not unacceptable."

His words made Frank burst out laughing. "You are still too young, Jack. How can you rise to the top peacefully? If Lai Ya can't show some ability, he will face challenges from other Mafia families outside New York State as soon as he takes that position."

"Then I can only ask him to continue being his godfather in the federal prison." Jack put out the cigar in the ashtray, stood up, straightened his suit and prepared to leave.

Frank raised his hand to signal him not to leave in a hurry. "Regarding HR, when are you going to close the net?"

"Don't worry. According to our investigation, Lai Ya is now the biggest sponsor of HR. I really want to know if the person hiding behind this will jump out after this connection is cut off."

Frank's beard curled up again when he heard this. "It sounds like you've found your target? I heard that you've been getting close to a pretty female reporter from the New York Times."

Jack was holding up the coffee cup, intending to drink the last bit of the slightly cold coffee in it, and he almost choked to death when he heard this.

"Well, tell Danny for me that if he can't find a topic to talk about at the next family weekend dinner, I can provide some gossip here, such as about the editor-in-chief of a fashion magazine or Miss Davidson from Fox Channel 5."

(End of this chapter)