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

Chapter 101 The war begins

Philadelphia.

It wasn't too far from Jersey City, just over 100 kilometers, a two-hour journey. By the time Frank returned to Philadelphia, it was already dark.

As an assassin, Frank's whereabouts are not fixed. He often travels between places such as Philadelphia, Atlantic City, and New York, and sometimes even goes to Chicago and Detroit to carry out missions.

Before Jimmy Hoffa went to prison, he often visited Chicago because Hoffa lived there.

But he rarely goes now.

Once home, Frank went to the kitchen, prepared some food, turned on the TV, and ate while watching it.

At the same time, he recalled several things that Pigeon had told him to do.

One is the gasoline tax business—his truck driver union is in Bloomington, next to Philadelphia, where truck drivers can enjoy similar benefits as long as they transport gasoline for Luca.

Frank was very pleased with the new contracts and readily agreed to them for Luca.

And the second thing.
Footsteps came from upstairs. Frank looked up and watched his daughter come down the stairs. She was a beautiful young woman who was already in high school.

Frank's gaze suddenly became somewhat dazed. If Luca hadn't mentioned his daughter, Frank wouldn't have even thought to care about her life and studies.

He traveled to various places, busy with all sorts of things. Years of killing had numbed his heart, and he felt no emotional reaction to many things.

Even if it's a daughter.

My memory is still of that adorable little girl.
Peiqi glanced at her father with a cold expression, as if he were a complete stranger. She wouldn't have been so indifferent even if a plumber came to the house.

“Peggy,” Frank asked.

Peggy stopped, but didn't turn around.

Frank: "Didn't you say before that you wanted to study somewhere far away? How about New York?"

Peggy turned her head, looking very surprised. Frank couldn't possibly not know that she was making excuses to study in another city just to get away from him, right?

Peggy despises her violent father, who is involved in almost every murder case shown on television.

Is he now willing to let me leave?
“New York? Are you sure?” Peggy frowned. “You’re not thinking of sending me to stay with some relative, are you?”

"I have a friend."

"I dont go."

Peggy looked disgusted. How many of her father's friends could be good people?

“Listen to me,” Frank said patiently. “My friend is a very good man. Like your Uncle Hoffa, he cares deeply about the workers’ livelihood.”

"What do you mean by suddenly being willing to let me leave?"

“I’m just asking for your opinion. If you’d like, you can go to New York and attend the best schools. I support you.”

Peggy stared at her father's face, as if trying to figure out what he was up to.

Go to New York? It's definitely a place I long for, and it would also be a good way to get away from my father.
At this moment, Peiqi, who was going through her rebellious high school years, asked after thinking for a while:

Which school in New York should I attend?

Spencer School.

In the SSR Club, Luca looked at the girl who was a head taller than Matilda with a gentle smile.

The peace ambassador is about to start worrying about domestic matters again.

Peggy—Frank's biological daughter, and also Jimmy Hoffa's adopted daughter. She also has a good relationship with the head of the Bufalino family.

This little girl, although she doesn't have a character card, is covered in the buffs of the original story's "Big Three".

If you can take care of her, then do so. She should be able to help when dealing with Jimmy Hoffa in the future.

If the rift between her and her father Frank can be bridged, the bond should be easy to build up.

Frank's daughter was a source of deep regret that haunted him until his death.

“My sister is also studying at Spencer; she’s a few years younger than you,” Luca said with a smile. “I think you two would become very good friends.”

Peggy stared blankly at the young man in front of her. Yes, he was too young. She had thought he was about her father's age, but he was only in his early twenties and five years older than her. At this age, calling him "brother" would be more appropriate, and calling him "uncle" would be too strange.

"Luca, thank you, I really like Spencer School."

“Then I’ll arrange for you to report for duty tomorrow,” Luca then patiently explained to her some things, including future life arrangements, high school study direction, university selection, and so on.

His meticulousness made Peiqi believe that she really had a brother she had never met, someone who cared about her even more than her own father.

The initial nervousness and unfamiliarity gradually disappeared as we continued to communicate.

Looking at the Silver Queen on the table, she suddenly felt a pang of reluctance to leave this comforting place. The sense of security that her father couldn't provide seemed to be found here.
Peggy's incident was just a minor episode. At least Frank will visit the club more often in the future, and I believe he will be able to have a good chat with his daughter there.

If they manage to recruit Frank to their side, even if he doesn't become a follower like Lyon, at least Frank won't refuse to help Luca in the future.

For the next period of time, Luca devoted more energy to intelligence gathering and kept a close eye on the battle situation in New York.

Although the leaders of the two major factions of the Colombo family went into hiding, the assassins were still making a killing in New York, frequently targeting key members of the opposing faction.

Within a week, five official members of the Colombo organization were assassinated, along with a large number of peripheral partners, and even a gang leader was killed.

Moreover, the ways they died were incredibly varied: assassination, throat-slitting, car accidents, drowning.
This mowing-down-like killing speed turned New York into a killing capital in a short period of time. Ordinary citizens may not have noticed these assassinations, and the authorities were also suppressed and did not report them, but the police and the FBI were already overwhelmed.

At this moment, at the New York Police Department, David and McLean have gathered a large amount of information about the deceased and the forensic report.

"These assassins are incredibly skilled."

David looked at the information and felt like his head was about to explode. "Drowning, no clues left at the scene. If the guy who died wasn't a gang leader of the Colombo family, I would have thought it was an accident. Who the hell would drown in their own swimming pool?"
And with so many bodyguards around, are they all idiots? Didn't they notice their boss had drowned?

McLean stared at the crime scene investigation report, "but the investigation results show it was an accidental drowning. If it was murder, I can only say the killer's methods were too sophisticated."

David picked up another report and threw it in front of McLean. "And this victim, hacked to death with a samurai sword, most likely by those Japanese assassins. This one, sniped, headshot, we still haven't found the sniper's spot. And this one was bitten to death?"

McLean: "."

It's like a whole package of cold weapons and firearms, all being used against the Colombo family.

“Old Mike, I haven’t been home to sleep for over a week,” David sighed. “I’m at the police station dealing with these cases every day, but we can’t catch the killer. If this keeps up, I’ll die of exhaustion sooner or later.”

McLean was also very troubled. He had finally managed to mend his relationship with his family, but he had been too busy with work and had neglected them.

"How about we go find Old Pigeon?" This time it was McLean's turn to suggest. "He might be able to help us think of a solution."

David suddenly laughed, a rather ambiguous laugh. "When in doubt, just ask Old Pigeon. Old Mike, it seems you've also discovered a shortcut to quick promotion and a raise."

McLean argued, "I just wanted to ask Old Pigeon for help, not for a promotion."

"Old Mike, I understand. We'll split the credit 50/50."

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Late November.

The New York underworld had gone mad with killings. It was at this point that Joseph Yaco of the Colombo faction could no longer hold out and sought help from other families, asking for protection, intervention in their domestic affairs, and mediation in this civil war.

The Bonanno family did not respond, and Galant himself was still avoiding the situation; the Gambino family watched the show without responding either.

In the end, only the Genovese and Lucchese families made a move. The Genovese family wanted to kill Gallo to avenge Pro, while the Lucchese family wanted to take advantage of the chaos.

Joe Gallo refused to negotiate, demanding either that the Colombo faction submit and he, Gallo, become the big boss, or that they fight to the bitter end and completely subjugate the Colombo faction.

Joseph Yaco naturally objected; how could he possibly let Gallo be the boss?

He just wanted to resolve the dispute in a peaceful way.

Negotiations broke down, Joe Gallo went completely mad, and in his most powerful response, killed another official member of the Colombo faction.

"They've gone berserk!"

Inside the club, Luca was drinking with O-Ren Ishii in the bar when he received the news over the phone. Marigio's call made him realize the seriousness of the situation.

During the phone call, Magligio continued, "Iaco has asked us for help and offered to exchange its assets for our support."

Luca asked curiously, "How does he plan to solve this?"

Marigio: "Your favorite principle is peace, but this is difficult. Gallo won't agree, so the only option is to kill Gallo!"

"So we're on Yako's side?"

"Correct."

Marício: "Gallo doesn't need anyone's help. He has someone behind him, and we've found out that it's Camorra who's helping him. I don't know what terms Camorra and Gallo have agreed on, but if Gallo rises to power with Camorra's support, it's bad news for us."

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Luca rubbed his temples; sure enough, it was those bastards from the Camorra who were up to their tricks.

Only Camorra had the audacity to interfere with the American Mafia; their feud had begun at the start of the century.

“Luca, the committee has tacitly approved the involvement of other families. If you want to interfere, go ahead and do it, without worrying about the consequences! Not only must you eliminate Joe Gallo, but you must also sever the hand that Camorra is trying to reach out to! The alliance of the five great families of New York does not need an outsider to interfere. Camorra must pay the price!”

Marigio instructed, "We're still locating these people. We'll let you know as soon as we have any news. The situation in New York is very chaotic right now, so keep me informed of your thoughts and actions!"

"okay, I get it."

Luca put down his phone, picked up his glass, and drank it all in one gulp.

Alcohol boils his blood, and murderous intent surges in his eyes.

The peace ambassador is very interested in cutting off Camorra's hand.

Beside her, Ishii Oren seemed to have sensed something and whispered, "Pigeon, are you planning to make a move?"

"Ah."

Luca nodded and smiled, "Want to come along?"

"Okay, tell me what to do."

"First, I need to gather information. I need to know where my target is hiding in New York."

Luca put down his glass and stood up. "Come with me to Bauli Street. We'll visit a well-informed underground king first."

King of Bowery Street, the New York Beggars' Guild.

When it comes to informants and intelligence, the King of Bowery Street may not be the best in the world, but in New York City, no one has a more detailed intelligence network.

(End of this chapter)