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

Chapter 45 This doesn't count as a crime of causing an accident, right?
Truber, his face grim, led the police to raid a drug den—he had received a tip from a citizen that evening that someone was dealing drugs in the area and needed police assistance.

The term "double-crossing" sounds too offensive. As police officers, our job is to conduct drug busts openly and aboveboard. As for what to do with the drugs after we've obtained them, that depends on whether the drug dealers are obedient or not.

If you obey, you can add some ingredients and return it to them; if you don't, you'll never see this batch of drugs again.

He thought to himself that he would dilute the drugs he got this time at least ten times before selling them back, so as to make up for the losses he had suffered over a long period of time.

Too poor!
Since Blue Magic swept through New York, his business as a middleman has become difficult, as many gangs have been squeezed out of business. Not to mention small gangs, even the former drug lord Bonanno family is not doing well.

Naturally, life was also tough for this group of corrupt cops.

Last time I went to the Bronx to rob a drug dealer, I got humiliated in public by a pigeon!
The more I think about it, the angrier I get!

"Where did those black guys get their stuff from?" Truber asked as he walked.

Blue Magic is everywhere in New York, but he has never figured out where the supply comes from.

"I don't know, we haven't found out yet," the subordinate said nonchalantly. "We'll go ask around later and find out their boss."

Truber sneered. Once he found them, he would definitely extort them. They wouldn't pay protection money every month. Did they think they could sell drugs in New York?

Did you get my permission, Truber?

"Truber? What's that guy doing here too!"

David's brow furrowed in frustration. "Damn it! This guy will ruin our operation!"
If Truber stole the goods, how could they catch the drug dealers red-handed and convict them? Truber always does these kinds of dirty work under the guise of drug enforcement, openly and legitimately "fighting drugs," and they can't legally stop the other side.

"This guy just knows how to cause trouble!"

Richie will never forget that "hypocrite." With a dark expression, he immediately took out his walkie-talkie to contact other members of the ambush team nearby, telling them to stay alert and be ready to act at any time.

inside the room.

Jimmy is doing drugs with his sexy black wife.

Of all Frank's relatives, he was the most unruly, embezzling from his own post and developing a severe drug addiction.

At one of Frank's parties, he got carried away and shot a corrupt cop in the leg because the cop had touched his wife.

Fake!

Black Jimmy lay on the sofa with a ferocious expression, feeling extremely resentful when he thought about what had happened that day.

Can't I teach those corrupt cops a lesson? Besides, that bastard even groped my wife!

Frank, however, shoved Jimmy's head into the piano and clamped it there and there in front of all these guests!
Damn it! He's helping that corrupt cop but not his own cousin!
Then don't blame me for secretly ripping off some of his goods.

Thinking about this, Black Jimmy immediately felt much better; nothing is more satisfying than getting something for free.

Just as he was getting into the swing of things and was about to have some fun with his wife, there was a sudden knock on the door.

When they opened the door, they saw four policemen, led by a large white man with a mustache.

"Police!" Truber flashed his police badge. "I suspect you are possessing drugs here. Please cooperate with the investigation!"

Upon noticing the somewhat unfocused look in Black Jimmy's eyes, the experienced Truber immediately realized that this guy was definitely a drug addict and had just taken drugs.

You've found the right person!

"Shit! You can't break into my house!" Black Jimmy stretched out his hand to stop the group. "Do you have a search warrant? You've invaded my privacy!"

"You, a poisoner, are talking to me about your private matters? Get lost!" Truber sneered and shoved him aside with a forceful slap.

Upon entering the hall, I saw a table covered in white, a sofa covered in black women, and syringes and other such items scattered everywhere.
We've come to the right place!

Truber suddenly realized that if the United States didn't have these drug addicts, their police force would be making a lot less money.

"Take it all!" Truber waved his hand, signaling his men to confiscate all the drugs.

"It's actually high-purity stuff." One of the policemen smelled it out. "It's undiluted, that's fucking extravagant."

"Fuck! You can't take my stuff!" Black Jimmy's eyes were bloodshot as he grabbed a revolver from a nearby cabinet. "Put it down, or I'll shoot!"

"Truber, this kid is definitely high on drugs, he actually dared to point a gun at a policeman." A policeman sneered, his expression completely calm.

Truber threatened, “Think carefully! Murdering a federal officer is a felony, and you’ll never get out of prison for the rest of your life! Get out of my way! I’m in a good mood today, just picking up your goods, I don’t have time to take you back to the police station! You should thank me, because I’ve saved you a bail bill.”

Black Jimmy struggled with his expression, but finally put down the pistol with a look of dejection.

He didn't want to go to jail.

Several corrupt cops quickly cleared the goods off the table, but Truber still wouldn't let Jimmy off the hook, continuing to interrogate him about whether there were any other drugs in his house.

When Jimmy denied it, Truber punched him in the face, then led his henchmen to ransack the place for drugs. They were very experienced in this, checking even the toilet seats, and sure enough, they found a considerable amount of hidden drugs.

Just as everyone was preparing to go upstairs to search, a dark object rolled down the corridor.

Truber's face paled, and he muttered unconsciously, "Shit."

In his final moments, Truber suddenly realized that death was inevitable. He had considered that he might die from overdosing, but he never imagined that he would be blown up by "flour."

boom!
The violent explosion blew the bodies of several corrupt police officers away, some of them even becoming mangled beyond recognition.

Black Jimmy, who had escaped the calamity in the hall, stared blankly at the tragedy before him.

Why did my house suddenly explode?

One of the policemen, still barely clinging to life, crawled down the corridor, raised his pistol menacingly, and aimed it at Jimmy. "Bastard!"

boom!
Black Jimmy's bullet fired first, hitting the policeman in the chest—his gaze was vacant as he stared at the policeman, his mind blank, his eyes devoid of any light.

Beside him, his wife, who was dizzy from the explosion, was awakened by the explosion and saw Black Jimmy committing murder. She screamed in fright and ran out the door.

Black Jimmy realized what was happening, quickly grabbed the drugs, and rushed out the door with his wife.

Run! Before we get caught! Get out of this damn place!
You commissioned Leon to kill four corrupt cops with a long history of crimes. You eradicated one of the scourges of the police department and defended the peace of New York.

[Gain Skill Points x10]

[Gained 5 Skill Fragments]

[Remaining Skill Fragments: 103]

Lyon was no longer visible in the passenger seat. The evening breeze blew into the car through the window, carrying a hint of gloom.

Luca stared silently ahead, while Black Jimmy rushed out the door with a bag in his hand, and Black Sonny and the others jumped out of the car and chased after him.

"Stop him!"

Black Sonny charged ahead first, followed closely by Old Left, Downey, and the others. As they passed the house, Downey glanced suspiciously into the room.

What about Truber's corrupt cops?
The incident happened so suddenly that everyone paused their operation because of the appearance of the corrupt police officer. Then they were stunned by the explosion and the gunshots that followed. Before they could figure out what was going on, they saw Black Jimmy run out.

In the end what happened?
Downey had a vague sense of unease.

boom!
Suddenly, another gunshot rang out. Downey saw Sonny stagger and fall to the ground. He was still clutching a bag of drugs in his arms. Jimmy tried to snatch it back, but Sonny held on tightly, refusing to let go.

Upon seeing Lao Zuo and the others arrive, Black Jimmy abandoned all concern for retrieving the drugs and fled in a panic.

"Sonny!" Old Zuo exclaimed and ran over to check on Sonny's condition. The latter was clutching his bleeding thigh, his face contorted in pain!
"You son of a bitch!" Sonny cursed, clutching a bag of drugs. "Old Zuo! Kill him! That guy has to pay for this shot!"

The panicked Jimmy had already run far away. Now all he could think about was running away and getting out of this damned country as soon as possible so he wouldn't get caught!
However, ahead of them were police officers who had been waiting for a long time.

"Hands up!" David, who was hiding behind the car and only halfway out, raised his pistol and yelled at Black Jimmy.

"Jimmy! Put the gun down!"

"Hurry up! I'm not kidding, I'm going to blow your head off!"

More and more police officers surrounded them, sealing off the entire area. This caught Downey and his men completely off guard; before they could even escape with the drugs, they were surrounded by the police.

Old Zuo cursed, "Damn it, where did all these police come from?"

Upon seeing this scene, Black Jimmy felt weak all over, and the world in front of him was spinning, perhaps because he had taken too much.

He knew that he was going to die.

He staggered and turned around, rushing into the street, running for his life, occasionally firing a few shots randomly behind him.

Just then, a car suddenly drove up and, no matter how much Jimmy dodged, the car aimed at him and crashed into him squarely.

boom!
Black Jimmy was knocked over and fell to the side of the road. If the car hadn't been going slowly, it would have sent him straight to meet Satan.

The sudden appearance of the car attracted everyone's attention.

The car door opened, and first a long, straight leg stepped out, followed by a hand with distinct knuckles that gripped the door. Under the illumination of the streetlights, that handsome face with its sharp features became the focus of the entire room, making it impossible to look away.

Luca closed the car door and faced a group of armed police officers approaching him, a smile spreading across his face.

"Officers, I helped you intercept a fugitive. That shouldn't be considered a traffic offense, right?"

(End of this chapter)