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

Chapter 42 The Real Gains

The next day, evening.

A car is driving on the road to the Bronx.

Downey, who was driving, tried to open the car window to let out the smell of smoke, but was sternly stopped by Lao Zuo, "Are you trying to blow me to death with the wind? Close it."

Downey silently rolled up the car window and asked, "Where are we going now? To play cards again?"

"No, I have a task today, I've been asked to do some work."

"What kind of work?" Downey asked, intrigued.

"Sonny invited me."

Old Zuo didn't know exactly what he was supposed to do either. "In our line of work, if someone hires you, you have to follow their orders and do the work, understand? You work for someone, you risk your life for someone, you can't refuse. Even if it means getting shot, and usually in these situations, it's your best friend who fires the shot."

The last scenario represents a formal execution by the family, targeting those who violate the rules or harm the family's interests.

The Mafia executes people without any warning. They might receive a mission one day, go to a certain place, and only to find out that it's their burial ground.

The most absurd thing is that the ones who do it are usually the best friends.

Caught off guard, a bullet struck him in the back of the head.

"I've taught you to be down-to-earth, follow the rules, and work hard to make money," Lao Zuo said earnestly. "If you don't get into trouble, you won't have to worry about your best friend shooting you in the foot."

Downey thought Old Zuo was a bit naive and too straightforward. He followed the rules his whole life and served the family loyally, but in the end, he was still just a soldier.
He nodded and said, "I understand."

The nights in the Bronx are quiet, with the occasional sound of sirens and gunshots.

A group of Mafia robbers gathered in Little Italy and arrived outside an apartment building.

There are just too many drug dens in New York. Luca and Leon destroyed a lot of them that time, and now a whole bunch of new ones have sprung up.

The operation involved a total of 5 people: Luca and Jimmy, the other three being Lao Zuo, Downey, and Black Sonny.

The target was one of the hideouts of a French gang, and a distributor for Frank.

These people have gone too far. They've diluted Blue Magic, a high-purity product, to only a few percent purity, and then still sell it under the Blue Magic brand.

This constitutes a serious infringement of Frank's product copyright!
However, Downey knew nothing about these things, and he still didn't know why he was here—the Mafia was sometimes too cautious when carrying out missions, and as a newcomer who had only recently joined, he didn't even have much of a right to know.

Downey looked around and saw only Jimmy and Black Sonny, but no pigeons.

Weren't the pigeons involved?

"follow me."

Jimmy called out, then pressed his hand on Downey's chest to stop him from getting out of the car, "You stay outside and keep watch for us."

Downey: "???"

Shit! Let me participate a little, okay? How am I supposed to gather evidence of your crimes if I don't go in?!

I have no idea what you guys are up to!
Downey: "I can help."

Jimmy refused: "Do you have a problem with that? You're no better than anyone else."

Downey: "."

Black Sunny and Old Zuo were also taken aback, not expecting this unexpected arrangement.

Old Zuo advised, "Donnie, you stay outside, we'll take care of the rest."

Black Sonny shoved Downey and threatened, "Get back in the car and don't cause trouble!"

Downey sighed helplessly and resigned himself to his fate. "Alright, alright, I'll stay outside. Be careful."

When Black Sonny and Old Left entered the house, they finally saw Luca and three gang members huddled in a corner with their heads in their hands.

Luca pointed his gun at the three men. When he saw everyone arrive, he raised his eyelids slightly, pointed to the stacks of drugs wrapped into square bricks on the table, and a large amount of cash, and ordered, "Take everything away!"

Old Zuo and Black Sonny were both shocked. So much? You've struck it rich!
It's like he didn't do anything at all, just followed Luca and picked up money!

"Old Pigeon! I now regret not baptizing you back then!"

Old Zuo excitedly grabbed a sack to pack the goods, saying, "When I have a grandson, I want him to recognize you as his godfather."

You can live to see your grandson's birth while you're undercover. Luca silently watched the three of them packing their things, occasionally scolding the drug dealers to keep them in line.

The money and drugs on the table were quickly swept away by the three men.

Don't be fooled by the piles of banknotes; there aren't actually that many.

They were all in denominations of 20 or 10 yuan—this money mostly came from street transactions, and was mostly in small denominations; very few people would take out 100 yuan.

Before leaving, Luca stopped Old Left and Black Sonny, and pointed to three people in the corner, uttering a few words:
"Kill them."

As soon as Luca finished speaking, Jimmy had already moved silently towards the door, blocking the way out.

Old Zuo and Black Sonny's expressions changed slightly.

They instantly realized that if they didn't take out these three people, the two of them wouldn't be able to leave standing up tonight.

The previously excited atmosphere in the room suddenly cooled down.

Black Sonny nodded silently, and without saying a word, drew his gun first.

One of the gang members shouted in terror, "You've already stolen our stuff, what more do you want? Let us go!"

"Shut up!"

boom!
One fell.

The gunshot made Lao Zuo's body tremble slightly. He glanced at Luca with a complicated expression, while the latter simply smiled and put the gun into Lao Zuo's hand.

"Old Zuo, my dad used to say you were a sharpshooter, that every bullet you fired could hit an enemy. Was you really that good?"

"."

Silly child, your dad is lying to you. I'm not actually that close to your dad. Don't believe everything he says!
“Pigeon, I haven’t killed anyone in many years.” Old Zuo hesitated, gripping his gun. “These Frenchmen don’t deserve the sympathy of the Sicilians. Don’t forget how our ancestors were slaughtered by the French.”

"."

Old Zuo fell silent again. He knew this had little to do with the century-old feud; it was just that Luca wanted them to get even more involved.

Thankfully, Downey didn't come in. That kid's too green; he probably wouldn't be able to bring himself to do it.
He closed his eyes and then quickly opened them again. Old Zuo nodded: "Then I'll test the power of your gun."

He then raised his gun and fired, and together with Sonny, they wiped out the rest of the men.

A long-dormant urge to kill surged within the old man. Old Zuo returned the gun to Luca, saying, "It feels like I've returned to the good old days when I robbed people with your father. I probably wasn't much older than you are now back then."

Luca gently patted Lao Zuo's arm. "Your marksmanship is just as amazing as my dad said!"

Old Zuo chuckled sheepishly, "When I was young, I was the family's number one assassin."

[Bond: Friends]

Corpses lay scattered on the ground. Luca picked up the bag containing drugs and stuffed it into Black Sonny's arms. "This is yours."

Black Sonny grinned. "A pigeon, that's generous!"

"You did a good job too."

[Bond: Familiarity]

You and the mafia members killed three notorious drug dealers, protecting the peace of the community.

[Gain Skill Points +5]

[Gain Skill Fragment +1]

[Remaining Skill Fragments: 40]

The process of dividing the spoils was relatively pleasant.

After the final count, there was over 200,000 yuan in cash and a large quantity of drugs, about ten or twenty kilograms, but they were all low-quality goods.

The blue magic was diluted too much, so there wasn't much of the original high-purity blue magic left.

Luca and Jimmy took all the cash, and Black Sonny and his gang took the drugs. With the Bonano family's drug distribution network, even if they couldn't sell well in New York, they could get their hands on them elsewhere.

With everyone having gathered their belongings, Luca called out, "Let's go!"

He and Jimmy left via another road with the cash, while Old Left and Black Sonny returned the way they came, got into the car, and disappeared into the night.

From a hidden vantage point, Leon put away his sniper rifle.

The three men, including Lao Zuo, returned to their self-built house in Brooklyn with a large package, then went straight to the basement to tally up their spoils.

"Old Ge is very decisive and efficient. There's no trouble at all. It's like we're picking up money." Old Zuo sighed as he looked at the piles of gleaming gold.

"Find money?" Black Sonny scoffed. "Don't forget Old Pigeon took all the cash! He didn't leave us a single penny! We still have to figure out how to sell these goods ourselves!"

“That can make a lot of money.” Old Zuo shrugged. “These drugs will never have trouble selling.”

Upon hearing this, Sonny smiled.

If you have goods, you make money. You help kill people and sell goods, so making money is only natural, right?
Downey, who was standing to the side, was completely confused and still hadn't figured out exactly what had happened.

—You went in, and came out with a bag of drugs? That's all?

Downey was a little frustrated; the sense of participation was far too low!
The group counted all the drugs out of the bags, and just then, Downey discovered a yellow file folder inside one of the bags.

Downey opened it with a puzzled look: "What's this?"

Old Zuo looked up and said, "Take a look? It should be a container for money. I put it on the table earlier and brought it in with me."

Downey took it out and saw that it was a densely written, extremely detailed intelligence report, which recorded all sorts of information about drug lord Frank and his drug family, and even his drug transportation channels and major distributors!

Downey was shocked!
Wardfa? What a huge find!

This is the real gain. With this intelligence, we can wipe out Frank's entire hideout!

Downey's surprised expression attracted the attention of the other two. Sonny leaned over and snatched the document away, asking, "What are you looking at?"

Sonny looked closely and, upon seeing the information about Frank, his expression turned to extreme astonishment.

Is Blue Magic Frank's stuff?

He wasn't an undercover agent; his first reaction wasn't to notify the federal government, but to inform his family and use this intelligence to strike at Frank's drug empire and reclaim the market that once belonged to the Bonanno family.

With this intelligence, the family could gain a decisive advantage if they went to war with Frank.

Old Zuo also came up, glanced at it a few times, and looked completely dumbfounded. "Frank has a supermodel girlfriend? And he even has a manor! This guy really knows how to enjoy life."

Sonny retorted irritably, "Is that the point? The drug trafficking routes are written so clearly here. We can just pick any route and rob them! Understand? Right now, Frank is like a naked girl in front of us, we can fuck him however we want. We know all his secrets!"

Old Zuo remained skeptical: "Who knows if what's written is true or false?"

Sonny calmed down: "Why don't we just try it and see?"

Downey asked, puzzled, "Where did you find this thing?"

Old Zuo shrugged: "I don't know anything about those French guys. This thick stack of stuff, I thought it was full of money."

"A Frenchman?" Downey was still a little confused.

“A bunch of French drug dealers,” Lao Zuo said casually.

Sonny pointed to a spot and said, "There's French here. What the hell? I can't understand it at all."

"Let me see it again."

Downey volunteered to retrieve the intelligence from Sonny and quickly memorized the relevant information. He couldn't remember everything this time, but he would find another opportunity to take pictures of it next time.

This intelligence must be passed on!
(End of this chapter)