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

Chapter 1436: Revenge Finale
Carl Lea was once a poor man. He was only 4 years old when his mother Marlene Lea was murdered.

He was adopted by a kind Italian woman who had been best friends with Laija's mother.

She gave the child everything she could, but for a single woman who had adopted two children, raising Leia and putting him through a public high school was the limit.

The American Mafia suffered a series of blows in the late 80s, and began to show signs of decline in the 90s. Finally, when the 21st century arrived, it completely collapsed and disintegrated into regional forces.

But for Leah, who lives in the Italian community in New York, none of this has anything to do with him. He only wants to get ahead, so he doesn't hesitate to hide it from his adoptive mother and takes the initiative to join the Mafia and become a gang member.

Perhaps it was because the surname Leia was too conspicuous in the eyes of some people, or perhaps it was because the young man was too "outstanding", and in less than a year, this illegitimate child was recommended to old Moretti.

Young Carl Leya respectfully addressed his "physiology father" as "sir" and longed for a chance to prove his abilities.

Old Moretti said he was very happy and pleased, and after some encouragement he tricked Laija into coming over.

A few days later, two gang killers found Laija and drove him to the suburbs on the pretext that their boss wanted to see him again.

In the wilderness, the gossipy killer inadvertently revealed the truth: it was old Moretti who ordered the murder of Marlene Lea.

The following story is somewhat sad. The seemingly fragile 18-year-old boy successfully counterattacked with his amazing willpower and the two killers' underestimation of the enemy.

What followed was Lai's 20-year-long journey of revenge. Along the way, the young boy who had just turned 18 years old has become the bald uncle today.

Laija successfully dyed herself the same color as the crow.

He took advantage of the conflicts between families, used interests as bait, and by inciting young Italians to be dissatisfied with the corrupt and decadent old guys, he secretly cultivated a new force loyal to himself.

In the East, it is popular not to bully the poor young, and in the West, the story of the prince's revenge is also popular, even if the prince is an illegitimate child.

And today, this revenge story is finally coming to an end.

"date of birth?"

"April 1978, 8."

"Social Security number?"

"306-00-****"

Watching Lai Ya who was taking the statement through the one-way glass, Taylor Kelly's eyes sparkled with excitement, "Jack, you actually caught a godfather who almost made the American Mafia great again.

My coworkers are going to be so jealous.”

Jack, whose arm was tightly held by her, tried to pull it out several times but failed. He could only helplessly remind her, "Don't forget our agreement. Both exclusive news are yours, but please take the image of NYPD into consideration when reporting on 'HR'."

Taylor leaned over to Jack's cheek and kissed him. She also took out a wet tissue from her bag and wiped off his lipstick marks. "Then I'll see you tomorrow morning at 9 o'clock. Ah, there's less than four hours left. I have to go back and finish the manuscript right away."

After watching the beautiful female reporter disappear at the end of the corridor with the sound of her high heels tapping, Jack knocked on the door of the interrogation room next door with a faint smile.

“Have you completed the registration of the information?”

"Yes, sir." A senior agent who looked at least a generation older than Jack quickly put away the materials and respectfully stood up to make room for him.

Hearing the door close behind him, Jack sat down opposite Lai Ya, placed an anonymous mobile phone on the table, and slowly pushed it in front of him. "The monitors and recording devices in this room have been turned off. You have five minutes."

"One minute is enough. After all, that person and I don't have much to talk about." Lai Ya picked up the phone and smiled back at Jack, but there was a bit of complexity in his eyes.

He picked up his phone and dialed a number he had memorized in advance. When the call was connected, Lai Ya took the initiative to greet him, "Hello, Dad."
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"I'm glad to see you're okay, Dad." Moretti II happily greeted old Moretti who walked out of the hospital alone.

Although old Moretti is over 70 years old and slightly hunched, his legs and feet are still agile and he can still show the aura of the "godfather" of the family in just a few steps.

"Go home, son."

The old guy was kidnapped by Lai Ya just after he was released from prison and was locked up in a wine cellar for several days. Although he didn't suffer any physical torture, he was still scared psychologically.

After being rescued by the NYPD and the FBI, he was sent to the hospital for a physical examination. When he saw his biological son appear, old Moretti finally let go of his worries.

It was already dawn and the hospital parking lot was empty. The father and son had just gotten into the car, and before Moretti II could start the car, a rapid cell phone ring suddenly rang out.

"What are you doing?"

Moretti II took out his cell phone and took a look. He realized that the ringing sound was not from this phone. He looked at his father in confusion.

Old Moretti, who was kidnapped by Laiia shortly after being released from prison, obviously did not have such a thing as a mobile phone. He followed the sound and opened the glove box facing the co-pilot, and found a large unsealed envelope inside.

With a slight shake, a vibrating cell phone slipped into his palm. Old Moretti had a bad feeling in his heart and quickly pressed the answer button.

"who is it?"

"Hello, Dad." Came Lai Ya's voice.

Old Moretti pulled out the only second item from the envelope, a faded crime scene photo with the New York Police Department's "LOGO".

The photo showed a woman lying on the ground with a knife in her back and blood spreading on the carpet.

Moretti Sr. had seen the photo more than 30 years earlier, in the next day's newspaper, after he had ordered the removal of the troublesome woman.

"What? Is this some childish trick?"

The old man snorted disdainfully, "Or do you think you still have a chance to get out of prison?"

"No, I just want to say goodbye to you." Lai Ya's voice sounded relaxed and happy, without any embarrassment of being imprisoned, but with a little regret, "I really wish I could be there at this moment."

Moretti II, who was standing by, was completely confused when he heard what he said, but he saw his father's hand holding the phone drop weakly, and a pair of dim old eyes filled with despair slowly met his own.

"what?"

"boom!"

The short explosion stopped abruptly after the phone and the person answering the call were destroyed. As her cheek twitched unconsciously, the smile disappeared from Laiya's face.

(End of this chapter)