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

Chapter 52 I will only appear where peace is needed.
That evening, the hotel discovered that Sorel had died in his suite.

Police arrived at the scene first and, after investigation, discovered the direct cause of death—a single overdose.

The FBI learned of this the following day.

Denham had just started working when he received news of Sorel's death, which surprised and frustrated him. He had finally managed to gather some evidence of Sorel's money laundering activities with the Red Flower Restaurant, but Sorel was dead.

Damn it! Why did I have to die at this time of all?
With Sorel's death, the evidence of money laundering along Jordan's path has once again stalled. Given Jordan's tendency to learn from his mistakes, it will undoubtedly be even more difficult for him to catch his opponent red-handed next time.

Moreover, the clues regarding the Red Flower Restaurant have also run dry, so the only way to find a breakthrough is to start with the restaurant itself.

Denham gets a headache just thinking about it!

Japanese drug cartels are far more difficult to deal with than a lone banker.

Standing in front of the whiteboard covered with pictures of Jordan and various financial criminals, Denham rubbed his hair in annoyance, then opened his hand and saw a handful of hair in his palm.

If this continues, I'm afraid I'll go bald.

Denham pulled out countless strands of hair by the time he got off work in the evening, but still couldn't find a new way to fix it. Only when he got home and saw the sumptuous meal his wife had prepared did he manage a relieved smile.

His work hasn't been progressing much lately, but he's been able to leave work on time every day, which makes his wife very happy that he has more time for his personal life.

"We received a thick stack of mail at home today, addressed to you," the wife said, getting up to retrieve it.

"Oh, has my magazine arrived yet?"

His wife brought the email over—a yellow file folder. Denham opened it and found a series of bill records, various information, and even a cassette tape.

It contains evidence of Sorel's collusion with the Red Flower Restaurant to launder money.

They even posted the bill details and all the overseas accounts!
It will be easy to find out when the time comes!
Denham was shocked. This was too detailed. If the intelligence was confirmed to be true, they could go and arrest Aoki Rocky and have the court sentence him to several decades in prison.

Who sent it?
Turning to the last page, Denham found a white pigeon feather tucked inside.

Denham: "."

Pigeon, oh pigeon, I knew it was you who did it!

Denham pulled out the cassette tape and went upstairs alone to listen to it. It contained Sorel's "Confessions," in which he revealed everything about the Red Flower Restaurant.

Hearing Sorel's voice, he suddenly didn't know whether to thank the pigeon or resent him for killing Sorel.

Denham knew that his resentment had no effect on the pigeons. Was he going to use this feather to convict Luca?

If this evidence is used, the entanglement between myself and Luca will only deepen.

Back at the dinner table, seeing her husband's distracted state, his wife said worriedly, "That email has made you feel really bad. You can share your troubles with me."

"I"

Denham sighed, “Have you ever seen someone help you without expecting anything in return? He’s not even willing to come forward and prove it was him, but I know it was him. I can pretend not to admit it, but I can’t deceive my conscience. I can’t be a shameless person who turns his back on people.”

Honey, do you know what it feels like to have a rope tied to you? To me, catching criminals is like rock climbing. I can endure the hardship and pain, slowly climbing up little by little, but then a ladder appears next to me, even though the destination is the same.

I don't want to cut the rope, because that would make me unlike myself; but without the ladder, I might not be able to climb up or catch the criminal.

But once I've used the ladder, it'll be difficult to get down later. So, what should I do?

Denham clutched his head, his face contorted in distress. He realized that what was most devastating was that he couldn't, like he had the first time he faced Jordan's bribe, readily and without hesitation, refuse.

After thinking about it for a while, his wife said, "Denham, we're both almost fifty years old. Maybe you should think more about yourself and this family."

Denham sighed and picked up his cutlery.

Three nights later.

Brooklyn.

There's an abandoned airport here, with a large area and a long runway, which has become a gathering place for many biker gangs in New York.

At this moment, the venue was filled with energetic rap music, and many young people were racing cars and showing off their skills, circling the airport runway, and having open-air beer parties.

Sexy and alluring women dressed in revealing outfits are everywhere. They surround various cool sports cars, or sit provocatively on the hoods of engines, boldly displaying their seductive bodies to the men around them and releasing their hormones to the fullest.

“I’ve been watching Aoki Rocky; he’s there.”

David Mills stood on the outskirts of the crowd, communicating with his teammates through his headset, "Yeah, I saw Turner too. Not sure which car the drugs are in yet, they haven't started the deal."

Looking at the dozens or even hundreds of race cars and the dense crowd, David felt overwhelmed. There were just too many biker gangs here, not just the bikers from Red Flower Restaurant, but all sorts of shady characters from New York gathered together.

For example, David saw Nancy's group of non-mainstream youths in the Bronx's punk biker gang.

What bothered him the most was
"Rich, the pigeons are here too!"

David secretly watched Luca surrounded by a group of women, especially Nancy, who had snuggled up to Luca and was being affectionately embraced by Pigeon.

Richie, who was blocking off the nearby roads, paused for a moment. "Pigeons? Those mobsters in their old cars are here racing too?"

He remembered that the Mafia weren't really interested in street racing; those old men who always wore dark clothes preferred to go to clubs for health and wellness.

"It's Pigeon, how could I be wrong? This guy acts like a celebrity, he's the one with the most women around him!"

David felt increasingly distressed as he watched, muttering, "While we were still working late at night, this guy was having a blast with two women on either side of him."

Richie: "."

Stop talking, stop talking! Don't ruin my work mood. Right now, I only have eyes for drug dealers, not beautiful women!

Just then, Richie suddenly exclaimed, "Fuck! The FBI's here! I just blocked the roads!"

"FBI?" David was completely confused. What was the FBI doing here?
Then he heard a heated argument in his earpiece, and finally Richie and the FBI reached a temporary agreement to cooperate in arresting Aoki Rocky!

"The FBI has evidence of Aoki laundering money, and they're coming to arrest him right now! We don't need to wait for him to deal drugs; we can take action immediately!"

Richie excitedly explained to David, "David, keep an eye on Aoki! Don't let him get away! He won't escape tonight!"

David was shocked. Holy crap, is the FBI really that efficient?

What a stroke of luck!
boom!
A deafening roar echoed throughout the venue.

Before the finish line, a green, heavily modified Mitsubishi Eclipse, powered by nitrous oxide, sped across the finish line like a green lightning bolt.

oh!!!
Amidst deafening cheers, Brian pushed open the car door, puffed out his chest, jumped up, and punched the air to vent his excitement.

"Old Pigeon! Haha, I did it! Didn't let you down?" Brian rushed up to Luca and gave him a warm bear hug.

"He truly is one with the car!" Luca patted Brian on the back, deeply impressed. This kid was driving a heavily modified Mitsubishi, going head-to-head with a heavily modified Japanese GTR, and even knocking it off the track.

The extraordinary life of a cheat.

Now it's time to reap the benefits.

Luca took all the drivers' bets from the referee; each driver had five thousand, and with over a dozen cars, that's sixty or seventy thousand in total.

The most crucial bet was his car race with the Japanese—whoever lost would keep the car.

"Get out of the car, Chairman Aoki." Luca approached the GTR, where a Japanese man was sitting. "Get out of the car, Chairman Aoki. A bet is a bet. Here are the keys to the GTR."

"."

Aoki clenched his fists.

idiot!

His gaze toward Brian was still filled with disbelief.

How is that possible? An American driving a car meticulously crafted by Japanese artisans defeated the undefeated Japanese warrior who had a long unbeaten record in New York?
Where on earth did this monster racer come from? "Pigeon, I misjudged him this time." Aoki became more and more unconvinced and challenged, "Shall we have another race another day?! My biker gang has quite a few skilled racers, and all kinds of sports cars. You can use any car you want as the bet!"

"Are you sure there will be a next time?" Luca lazily raised his eyelids. "We'll talk about the next time later. Give me the keys and the vehicle registration."

Aoki was heartbroken. He'd spent hundreds of thousands modifying this GTR, and now it was just going to be used like this? And it still lost to a Mitsubishi.
Just then, police sirens blared all around.

"Oh shit! The police are here! Run!!"

Someone shouted something, and everyone scattered and fled, quickly driving away to save their lives.

Aoki ran faster than anyone else, and once he stepped on the gas, there was no stopping him.

“Shameless! That was the car I won!” Brian seemed even angrier than Luca.

Luca, seeing the police cars surrounding them, calmly called out, "Brian, get in the car."

Brian immediately jumped into the car. "Where do you think you're going?"

“Running away is not my style.”

Flashing police lights were already visible behind them, and the strong wind at the airport made Luca's clothes flutter loudly.

"Brian, I admire your driving skills and courage. You've won me over with those qualities. You've come all the way to New York, saying you want to make big money here. Well, now I'm giving you a chance to make big money with me!"

Luca pointed at the departing GTR, his eyes fixed intently on Brian. "I'm giving you a task: stop that GTR for me! It's my car, and no one can take it from me!"

Brian: "???"

Seriously, old man, the police are here, and you're still thinking about that car?

Anyway, I'm FBI agent Brian, so I don't care if I get arrested. I'll do whatever my boss says.

This is a great opportunity to get to know the pigeons and gain their trust!
The key is that you can even go racing!
Brian's blood began to boil, and he stepped on the clutch and floored the gas pedal!
The car is roaring!
"Old Pigeon! Leave it to me, I'll definitely get that car back for you!"

"Even if I wreck it, I won't let the Japanese drive it away! Understand?"

".good!"

Brian nodded emphatically, and with a series of dazzling maneuvers, the car shot off like an arrow.

Just then, a line of police cars pulled up beside Luca.

Denham, David, Richie, and others were all present.

On the empty airport runway, police and FBI agents were everywhere. The headlights of all the police cars were focused on Luca, who was standing in the shadows, dispelling the vast darkness behind him.

It was only at this point that many of the police officers present saw the young man's true colors.

David shook his head and smiled, waving his hand to signal the police officers around him to step back; Denham also racked his brains to get his colleagues to put down their guns.

"Old Pigeon, you like racing too?"

David was a little annoyed. Why did he always run into this guy? "Don't tell me you came all the way from Little Italy just to race cars with this bunch of scoundrels? That's not like your family's style."

"I will only appear where peace is needed."

David was speechless. The words were so confident and assertive that he didn't know how to refute them.

Denham stared at the indifferent Luca, a vague guess forming in his mind. If Luca killed Sorel, was he here tonight to kill Aoki Rocky?
Richie smiled helplessly: "Pigeon, thank you for your kindness, but we don't need your help to maintain peace here tonight."

Luca asked knowingly, "So all this fuss tonight, is it just to arrest a few low-level biker gang members?"

"Don't lie through your teeth," Denham said with a headache. "Pigeon, you'd better get out of here and not get in our way."

He took out his walkie-talkie and questioned the FBI agents who were pursuing him; Richie and David were also constantly communicating.

The other biker gangs are minor issues; the real problem is Aoki.

We can't let this guy get away!

This time, with ample evidence, an ambush laid in advance, and thorough preparations, that Japanese man has absolutely no chance of escaping!
However, something unexpected happened.

"Report! Aoki has been intercepted! We found a large quantity of drugs in his car!"

A voice announcing good news came through the walkie-talkie.

"Well done!" The FBI agents and police officers were thrilled; they had finally caught them!
"Uh, we didn't catch him. It was a blond kid. He was driving a Mitsubishi Eclipse and he used inertia to drift through the corners. He was going very fast. All we could see was flames coming out of the back of his car!"

No police could catch him! Damn! He must have installed a liquid nitrogen tank in his car. That GTR was no match for him! He's too fast, is he a racing god?
I bet he could fly out of the police cordon even if the entire New York City police force came at him!
"Oh my God! That's a land-based flying machine!"

Police officers: "."

What exactly happened to you just now?
Officer: "By the way! He said that GTR was stolen by his boss. What should we do? Should we return it to him?"

The police officers stood bewildered in the wind, silently glancing at Luca, who was straightening his clothes to the side.

Luca smiled slightly: "Now you know why I stayed, right? That GTR is my trophy. You can take the man, but leave the car with me."

Let's all value harmony, shall we?

It's all about valuing peace again.
Everyone sighed in relief; this pigeon really had come here to defend peace.

Denham's gaze became more complicated as he stared intently at Luca's smiling face, thinking to himself that he would personally cook for Luca when he brought his sister home next time.

—His cooking skills are terrible.

You provided ample evidence and, together with Brian, assisted the authorities in apprehending the head of the Japanese drug cartel. You upheld peace in New York.

[Gain Skill Points +20]

[Gain Skill Fragment +10]

When your body secretes adrenaline, the rate of adrenaline synthesis and secretion increases by 5%.

[Remaining Skill Fragments: 21]

Luca was quite satisfied with the reward this time. The bonus, combined with the Berserker skill, would significantly increase his combat power.

Shortly after, Brian returned to the scene with the police, and the GTR was also brought back by the police.

Luca stepped forward and gave Brian an encouraging hug. "Well done, Brian. Your outstanding performance makes me admire you even more. From now on, let's make money together."

"Old Pigeon, thank you for giving me this opportunity."

As soon as Brian finished speaking, Luca put his arm around his shoulder and led him in front of a group of police officers, saying, "Let everyone see the true face of the racing god."

David rolled his eyes. "Alright, old pigeon, I know your driver is amazing. Thanks to him for his bravery in catching the criminal for us, okay?"

“A driver? No, no, no, Brian is more than just a driver, he's one of my men!”

Luca's tone was full of power; he used "friend of mine" instead of "guy," "man," or "partner."

The police officers were taken aback. They all knew that the Mafia was very strict in its use of terms to recognize identities. Ordinary thugs and henchmen were not qualified to be addressed as "my man" by official members, especially in this situation, where they were facing the police.

This means Luca will vouch for Brian!
What kind of international joke is this? Since when did you Sicilians start to look down on these street racers?
Brian was also slightly taken aback, feeling a strong sense of security as Luca held him firmly in his arms.

So quickly, I've become a pigeon's person?

This undercover mission doesn't seem too difficult. Pigeon is far too trusting of others.

Thinking about how Pigeon had said he would help him make a lot of money, Brian suddenly felt that his older brother was a bit silly and straightforward.

[Bond: Friends]
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(End of this chapter)