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

Chapter 102 King of Baoli Street

Manhattan, Bowery Street.

Inside Bowery Street, there is a place for helping the homeless called the "Soup Kitchen." On the surface, it distributes relief food, but in reality, it is an intelligence center that serves the High Table, yet it operates independently.

The ruler here, whose former name is unknown, is now called "King" or "King of Boris Street".

At this moment, Kim is raising his intelligence transmitters—pigeons—on the kitchen rooftop.

Coo~~Coo~~
Jin held a white dove, his large, rough hands gently stroking its feathers. He wore a tattered "Brother Sharp" outfit, layered upon layer, seemingly chaotic but actually quite shabby.

"Pigeons, oh pigeons~~"

Kim paced slowly on the rooftop, gazing at the Brooklyn Bridge in the distance. "You've flown all over New York City, bringing me everything I want to know, but have you brought any signals of peace?"

"Boss, we have a guest."

"Which distinguished guest?"

"not very clear."

"???"

“It’s a woman, but she’s mute,” the subordinate said. “Boss, I don’t understand sign language, but she took out the Camorra organization’s badge.”

"Oh~~ the mute bodyguard~~" Jin suddenly realized, "Let's ask her to come over."

A moment later, a short-haired white woman wearing a purple blazer appeared in front of Kim.

Behind the woman stood a group of elite assassins dressed in black.

Jin sized up the other person and muttered to himself, "I really don't understand, couldn't you find a talking assistant to help you convey your message? You know there aren't many people in this world who understand sign language. You're just lucky to have met me, the great, all-knowing King of Boris Street!"

The woman remained indifferent, ignoring the black man's arrogance, and quickly formed hand seals: "Where is Joseph Yaco? I need his address."

After signing, he took out a gold coin and opened it in his palm.

Jin shook his head: "This information can't be bought with a single gold coin."

The woman took out another one.

Jin shook his head again: "It's still not enough."

Sign language: "How much do you want?"

Jin smiled, revealing a set of bright white teeth: "This isn't about gold coins for now; I'm still looking for Yako's whereabouts."

The woman flew into a rage, her hands moving with even greater speed and a dazzling display of hand seals: "You refuse to cooperate? Do you want to face the wrath of Kamora? I will shatter everything here!"

"Many people have this bad habit of wanting to destroy what they can't have, but the great King of Boris Street will not tolerate anyone's bad habits! Anyone in the High Table who wants my loyalty must acknowledge my name as king!"

When Jin boasted, he did so with great enthusiasm, generosity, and passion, which greatly displeased the short-haired woman.

She formed a hand seal and said, "Three days! I will come back in three days, and I hope you can give me the information I want! Otherwise, I will destroy your Baoli Street!"

After saying this, the woman turned and left with her group, and no one dared to stop her.

Jin stared warily at her departing figure.

He couldn't afford to offend the Camorra organization; but he also couldn't afford to offend the New York Mafia.

"Being a king always brings a lot of troubles~~~"

Jin was helpless.

He couldn't fathom Camorra's intentions, but the invasion of New York by such a powerful force was bound to cause great chaos.

He had to consider how he could survive in this chaos and avoid being caught in the crossfire.

"Pigeons, oh pigeons~~"

Jin picked up the dove, opened his arms, and watched the white dove fly into the sky. "Please bring me some good news back."

Soon after, the news arrived.

"Boss, the pigeons are here."

"The pigeons haven't arrived yet." Jin looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle.

"These aren't your pigeons, they're from Little Italy."

"???"

Holy crap! We just got rid of one female demon, and now another killing machine is showing up. Did they agree to come looking for trouble together today?

"Please ask him to come over."

Jin sighed, needing to think about how to continue his boasting and fooling the pigeon.

Where is Joe Gallo?

Luca took out a coin and handed it to the black beggar.

[Rare Card: Boolean King]

[Gold: A]

[Source: The John Wick series]

[Skill: Carrier Pigeon; Seven In and Seven Out]

[Bond: Follow]

Jin looked at Luca with a smile, then glanced at Ishii Oren, who was carrying a katana next to him.

“Butcher. I’ll still call you Butcher.” Jin held the pigeon. “If you call me Pigeon, I’m always worried I’ll get confused. Many people at the Mainland Hotel aren’t used to your new nickname yet, and some don’t even know you changed your nickname. Who would associate Pigeon with Butcher?”

While offering perfunctory words, Jin quickly assessed the situation.

The Camorra men are searching for Yako, and the Mafia are searching for Gallo; these two groups...
Jin felt it was a tricky situation.

It seems I was forced into getting involved.

So, which side should I take? Or should I be a fence-sitter, remaining a neutral party that only provides information?
Luca flicked a coin with his thumb and said with a smile, "Those who call me Pigeon are basically my friends, and those who call me Butcher will mostly become my enemies. Kim, what would you like to call me?"

"Don't give me a choice," Jin laughed. "I respect your opinion. Since you've changed your name, I'll still call myself Pigeon. I hope you don't mind that I've raised a flock of pigeons." Luca: "A wise choice. Tell me Joe Gallo's exact location."

Jin: "One gold coin isn't enough."

Luca pulled out a bag: "Take as many as you want, I need the information now. If this bag isn't enough, I'll have to reconsider where to keep these pigeons in the future."

gold:"."

Can you play by the rules?
"Hahahaha! Pigeon, you're quite an interesting friend." Jin used a loud laugh to cover up his embarrassment, then suddenly stopped laughing. "Pigeon, it's not that I don't want to tell you, it's just that I don't know either."

"I don't believe you for a second," Luca thought to himself. If even King didn't know, then probably no one outside New York would know where Gallo was hiding.

"What about Camorra?" Luca asked again. "Who did Camorra send to New York this time, and who was leading them?"

“Santino Antonio.” King shrugged. “This isn’t a secret. I’m giving it to you for free, no charge.”

As expected, it was that stupid and damned good-for-nothing younger brother. Luca thought to himself that this was troublesome. This bastard had started plotting in New York so early. Was he trying to get involved through the Colombo family civil war?
"Where is he?"

“I don’t know. All I know is that he came to New York.” Kim spread his hands helplessly. “Pigeon, you can’t force me to say things I don’t know, just like you can’t make these carrier pigeons talk.”

Luca smiled faintly.

Why be a coward?

In the original storyline, King gave Nightmare seven bullets and took him to Santino's location, where he helped Nightmare kill Santino—later, the Arbiter, along with the Japanese, gave him seven stab wounds as punishment.

The reason Night Demon persuaded King to help was...
“King, when the five families ruled New York, you were still able to maintain a place on Bowery Street because the five families checked and balanced each other, jointly maintaining the peace of New York and giving you room to survive. But if the Camorra takes over New York, do you think Santino will let you go? He won't allow any other voices in New York, and your Bowery Street will become hell!”

After saying that, Luca called to Ishii Oren, "Let's go. Since the King of Bauli Street is unwilling to reveal the information, we can only go and find it ourselves. Hopefully, these pigeons will be able to find their own homes in the future."

Ishii Oren laughed and said, "I think the club could raise pigeons."

Luca: "That makes sense. Pigeons raising pigeons makes perfect sense."

Coo~~Coo~~
Luca raised his arm, and a pigeon landed on his forearm. "Look, these pigeons like me too."

At this moment, Jin finally couldn't help but say, "Dove, I want peace, can you give it to me?"

Luca turned around, squinting his eyes: "Everyone in New York knows that my favorite thing is to value peace."

Jin smiled, revealing her teeth.

[Bond: Familiarity]

[Gold: A]

[Carrier Pigeon: You have a stronger affinity for pigeons and can control their actions to a certain extent, using them to deliver intelligence and messages.]

[Learning Requirements: Affinity level of Friends or higher; Requires 40 Skill Fragments]

[Seven In, Seven Out: Your first 7 pistol bullets are more likely to hit vitals, critical hit rate +50%; when you take knife damage, it is less likely to be fatal, damage for the first 7 hits -50%; (Cooldown: 24 hours)]

[Learning Requirements: Bond level must be close friend or higher; 60 skill fragments required]

The first skill, Peace Ambassador, is reserved. Raising pigeons is great, a perfect match!
The second skill is a bit abstract and limited, but the bonus effect is very powerful. The 50% damage reduction effect is really strong. Even with the limitations of the number of uses and the cooldown time, it is still a very good skill.

After all, peace ambassadors don't get stabbed every day, especially not more than seven times.

New York, inside a room.

Santino Antonio stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the Continental Hotel in New York in the distance, and at the city filled with skyscrapers.

Decades ago, the ancestors of the Antonio family came to this land, but were defeated by the American Mafia. At that time, there were no Five Families, no Mafia Committee, and the Italian immigrants were still a disorganized bunch.

"It's an absurd joke that a loser who fled Italy to America has built such a large empire there and whose voice is louder at the high table than that of Camorra."

The Italians occupy two seats at the high table and should have joined forces against the other 10, but they have deep-seated internal conflicts that are difficult to resolve.

Moreover, there are ideological conflicts within the Camorra organization.

"Father, am I really that worthless in your eyes, inferior to my sister in every way?"

Santino muttered to himself.

As the father's health deteriorated, he gradually began to delegate authority to the younger members of the family, but it was the older sister who benefited, while the younger brother, Santino, was neglected.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, it will be the older sister, not Santino, who will ultimately inherit Camorra.

How could Santino accept this?
But he dared not harbor any disloyal thoughts now. His father was still alive and watching everything in Camorra. Internal strife within the family was definitely not something his father wanted to see.

If we can't do it internally, then let's do it externally.
“The Colombo family is just the beginning.” Santino smiled. He was just looking for an excuse to get involved in New York, and the Colombo family’s civil war was undoubtedly a good entry point.

That madman Joe Gallo will help him tear a huge wound in the seemingly unbreakable Mafia Alliance.

Three days later, on Bowery Street.

On the rooftop of the pigeon house, Luca, holding binoculars, watched several cars parked at a distant intersection. The mute woman and a team of fully armed elite assassins were invading this chaotic land from all directions.

“The mute killer,” Luca chuckled.

[Rare Card Discovered: Ares]

Ares: C

[Source: The John Wick series]

[Skill: Tactical Dagger]

[Bond: Strangers]

Ares, Santino's mute assistant and bodyguard, is quite capable. After all, he can fight Night Demon for more than ten rounds, and he's not some roadside weakling who gets killed instantly upon meeting him.

Luca glanced at the panel. It was a combat skill that added a point of combat power when attacking with a dagger. If the target was a friend, Luca would be interested in learning it, but there was no need for that now.

At that moment, the voices of Leon, O-Ren Ishii, and others came through the earpiece, along with replies from numerous mafia assassins.

Everything is ready.

Pressing the headset, Luca ordered, "Kill them all, leave no one alive!"

(End of this chapter)