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

Chapter 26 Sanctions
Luca glanced at the photo; it was a candid shot taken of him during his interview with reporters in Times Square that day.

So, it seems I was targeted by Joe back then? Was it because of my sarcastic remarks?
This has stumped Luca.

Why give me more screen time than anyone else?

Does Joe know he's a member of the Mafia? Does he know he's a top hitman at the Continental Hotel?

If Joe had actually come to assassinate him, Seven Deadly Sins might have ended long ago, and these sensational cases in New York would never have happened.

Luca will show him how foolish it is to mark a killer you can't mess with.

However, this also raised some concerns for Luca.

The butterfly effect in this world is not only caused by itself, but there are also inexplicable interactions between the various character cards.

"This guy marked so many people, which ones have he already killed?"

Luca wasn't sure.

Joe would often commit crimes in advance, and then release the cases to the media one by one in chronological order, manipulating the police at will.

Luca recalled a victim who had been tortured for over a year.

Has the wolf of Wall Street been killed?

He frowned; he had been hoping to get some money from there.
After looking through all the photos, Luca returned to the hall, dragged the blood-red-legged Joe into the darkroom, ripped off the rag, pointed at the photos, and asked:

"Now I'm giving you two choices. One, cooperate with me. Answer all my questions and don't try to outsmart me or lie. Otherwise, I'll kill you right now, and your body will rot in this room until someone smells the stench half a month later."
Second, you can choose to remain silent, and then I'll give you a final answer. If you don't speak, we'll talk in the next life.

"Do I still have a choice?"

Joe's expression remained unsettled, as if the situation was still within his control. He asked, "Go ahead and ask. What do you want to know?"

Luca: "Which of these people in the photo have you killed?"

Joe was taken aback when he saw the mask on Luca's face. He was somewhat surprised that Luca would ask such a question, as he had always thought that Luca and Leon were burglars.

Now it seems that these two people are not simple.

who is it?

Police?
The deceased's family and friends? Came to avenge them?

Facing the cold, dark muzzle of the gun, Qiao took a deep breath and recited the names one by one.

He stared intently into Luca's eyes, pausing after each name he uttered, trying to observe Luca's gaze to determine which of the deceased was related to him.

He mentioned more than a dozen names, some real and some fake, but Luca didn't react to the others because he didn't recognize many of them, except for one named Robbie.

When he was mentioned, Luca's eyes showed a hint of surprise.

Robbie is a partner in the Wolf of Wall Street, and is considered the company's third-in-command.

After seeing Luca's reaction, Joe had already made a preliminary judgment: perhaps this guy was Robbie's man. Had he come looking for Robbie because of his disappearance?

I just killed Robbie today, so in such a short time, I shouldn't have been exposed yet.

Perhaps I still have a chance
Joe: "Are you Robbie's men?"

Luca: "Where is he now? Tell me."

Joe smiled. "Robbie's disappearance must have caused you a lot of trouble. I can tell you that he's in my hands now, not dead yet, but locked up. If you want him to live, you have to release me first."

biu!

He was met with a bullet that struck his arm.

Joe's face contorted in pain, his eyes filled with confusion.

How dare this guy?
Luca crouched down, grasped Joe's hand, and stroked his fingerprint-free fingertips:

"Joe Doe, the mastermind behind the recent New York religious case, you are very smart and careful. You left no evidence at any crime scene, and you even cut off the skin of your fingers to avoid leaving fingerprints."

That way, even if you're caught by the police, you'll still have room for defense, even to plead insanity, right? The crimes you've committed are too extreme; no normal person could do them. Your lawyer could easily use mental illness to defend you.”

Luca couldn't help but feel amused; the "mechanism" of mental illness escaping punishment had truly been figured out by American criminals.

Upon hearing these words, Joe's eyes finally revealed a hint of horror, surprise, and fear.

How could someone know me so well? Even the backup plans I've prepared?

You guessed wrong.
This guy isn't one of Robbie's men!
“You know me very well.” Joe’s eyes were full of incomprehension. “Who exactly are you? What is your purpose? Are you an urban Robin Hood? If you broke into my house just to humiliate me and expose my crimes, congratulations, you have succeeded, but unfortunately, you cannot punish me with the law.”

"Who told you I was going to use the law to punish you? Those high-ranking officials and wealthy people, and you perverts, are not afraid of others using the law against you. What you are afraid of is others putting down the weapon of the law."

Luca pulled a gleaming gold coin from his pocket. "Do you recognize this?"

Joe looked bewildered.

Mainland hotels?

Are these two assassins from the Mainland Hotel?
He shook his head and chuckled self-deprecatingly. How could he possibly be discussing law with a hitman from a mainland hotel?

"Given the way your mainland hotels operate, if you really wanted to kill me, I would be dead by now."

Even in this situation, Joe remained calm. "But you didn't kill me. So, what do you want from me? Let's talk about terms."

"condition?"

Luca sneered, completely abandoning the idea of ​​communicating with Joe, this troublesome character.

This guy is always trying to control the situation, but Luca doesn't want to give him a chance.

He immediately took out his phone and dialed Jimmy's number—only to learn that the guy wasn't dead.

Then he called William—the old detective and David were both fine.

Luca was still worried, so he called the hotline of the "Ocmont" stock brokerage firm again to ask about their boss—the Wolf of Wall Street was still alive and kicking.

Watching Luca's actions, Joe's heart sank, and for the first time, horror and despair appeared in his eyes.

How does this guy know so many people?
No, this can't be! My art of the Seven Deadly Sins isn't finished yet! I am God's chosen one; I can't let this happen.
"Wait, we can..." "Oh my god, let's talk about it again in the next life."

biu!

A bullet struck Joe between the eyebrows.

Even in his final moments, his eyes remained filled with confusion and bewilderment; he still couldn't understand who these two people were.

"withdraw."

Luca took down his photo, called out to Lyon, and quickly left the area.

You killed the perpetrator of a religious murder, preventing him from harming others. You upheld the peace of New York.

[Gain Skill Points x20]

[Gained 10 Skill Fragments]

Your neural reaction speed +5%

[Remaining Skill Fragments: 57]

Neural reaction speed?

Luca was very satisfied with the reward; it was quite rare and would greatly help his skills and combat abilities.

If I get more of these rewards, one day I'll be even more ferocious than Night Demon and my nephew.

That evening, at the police station.

Having found nothing, William and David returned and shared their intelligence with each other.

“I checked, and many bookstores don’t sell those books.” David spread his hands.

William said helplessly, "I haven't found any useful clues either."

David frantically rubbed his hair. "I feel like we're going in the wrong direction. Maybe it's just a college student writing a final paper on 20th-century crime, and he needs to refer to these books. We should change our investigation direction."

William fell into thought. Had he really gone in the wrong direction?

Just then, a deliveryman walked into the police station.

"William Somerset, your urgent letter!"

"here."

William took the letter with a puzzled look. "Who sent this?"

"I don't know, I'm only responsible for delivering mail."

William was even more puzzled. He opened it and found an anonymous letter with only an address inside.

He recognized it; it was one of several borrowers' addresses.

Half an hour later, police arrived at Joe Doe's house and surrounded the scene.

It contains a large amount of evidence of the crime, photos of many victims, and Joe's own account of his thoughts and the details of the crimes.

These are irrefutable pieces of evidence.

Although there were no fingerprints anywhere in the room, the police had enough evidence to convict Joe.

The deceased Joe could no longer escape legal punishment by feigning mental illness, nor could he continue to complete his Seven Deadly Sins art, nor could he drag David Mills into the abyss of rage.

William stood there for a long time, staring at Joe's body.

He roughly knew who sent the anonymous letter and who killed Joe, but he had no proof.

William frowned.

He walked out of the crime scene, went to a corner, and then took out his phone to call Luca.

“Joe Doe should be punished by law, not killed outright.”

"You can't punish him."

"???"

At this moment, David walked over and complained, "Just now, a guy claiming to be Joe Doe's lawyer came over. He claimed that Doe has a mental illness and that those crimes were committed under conditions of mental instability!"
This is outrageous! Lawyer Fakere actually wants to exonerate that lunatic Doe! I want to punch him in the face so badly his own aunt wouldn't recognize him!

David retorted, "He even wants to accuse us police of abusing our power and killing a mental patient! Bullshit, we didn't kill Doe at all!"

William was taken aback when he heard this.

If we follow that lawyer's advice and Joe's self-narration, which sounds like that of a mentally unstable person, it might actually help Joe escape legal punishment.

If Joe escapes punishment, the consequences for such a dangerous and twisted individual are unimaginable.

This is not the outcome William wanted to see.

Luca's shots eliminated the threat permanently, and since it wasn't the police who did it, it saved a lot of trouble.

The police may be late, but the killer's bullets will not.

Perhaps this outcome would be better?

As someone who knew how to buy privacy from the FBI and wasn't so old-fashioned, William's brows belatedly relaxed, and he raised his phone, unable to help but chuckle.

"Okay, I understand, thank you."

"It was nothing. I hope you can retire peacefully without any trouble. The people of New York will remember you as an outstanding detective who contributed to peace. By the way, please give my regards to Detective Mills. If you come to the Bronx sometime, I'll treat you to dinner."

"Yes, I'd be more than happy to."

[Bond: Familiarity]

(End of this chapter)