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

Chapter 65 Don't Kill the Dog

New Jersey suburbs are very large.

New York drug kingpin Frank Lucas also bought a manor here, but compared to the classical style advocated by Dominic, his manor is quite extravagant, resembling a palace.

After returning from the funeral of his deceased friend, Frank, preoccupied with his thoughts, declined his supermodel wife's company and went to his room alone to ponder what to do next.

With his biggest ally gone, Frank was increasingly exhausted by the pressure from all sides.

Dominic was his biggest ally, providing protection from other drug dealers' threats and harassment, and enabling him to distribute his drugs nationwide, including Los Angeles, Las Vegas, Chicago, Miami, and Detroit.
Now that his allies are gone and his direct ties with the Mafia have been severed, he has no idea how those major families will treat him next.

Those troubles that were once wiped out by the Mafia may now resurface.
Frank became increasingly agitated.

I feel like I've turned into a plump lamb, and everyone wants to take a bite out of me!
And those damn narcotics police!
"I have to give up more benefits in exchange for peace of mind!"

Frank sighed.

Give the money away, give it to the voters in Harlem, give it to the nationally renowned Black sports stars, give it to the greedy bureaucrats, give it to the ruthless families.
You can't give them too much, otherwise they won't need you; you can't give them too little, otherwise they'll resent you; you have to give them enough so that those parasites need you but won't hate you.

The premise is that business cannot stop!
Once the business collapses, I will become a useless person, completely finished, and all my old grievances will be dug up.

It was only then that Frank sadly realized that, apart from his family and wife, he had hardly any true friends in his life. Even his wife and family only came into his life after he had become successful and prosperous.

Perhaps, only my mother truly loves me.

He left the room to find his mother and accompany her to church for prayer—it was the weekend, and the scheduled prayers had been delayed by the funeral.

"Frank, I have something to tell you."

On the way to the church, the elderly black mother with a full head of white hair patiently advised her son, "You know, if you are a preacher, your brothers are also preachers; if you are a soldier, they are also soldiers. They all come because of you; you called them to come to you!"
You are their role model, they all admire you!

Frank nodded grimly. "Mom, I know what to do."

"I've never asked how that grand estate came to be, because I don't want to hear you lie to me. You know what you're doing. Our family—your brothers, your wife—is held together by you. Frank, don't make any irreparable mistakes that will take your family away."

The church bells rang from afar, striking Frank's heart with each chime.

He didn't know if God could truly hear his own thoughts.

New Jersey anti-drug outpost.

Richie and his gang were wearing headphones, intently eavesdropping on the information coming from Black Jimmy's end—the location and time the other party was connecting with the plane.

Frank has already arranged for the goods to be delivered.

The military plane bound for New York is about to land!
"Newark! Temporary Parking Lot 3, license plate KA760. KA760 ​​isn't a license plate, it's an airplane!"

Having obtained prior information, Richie easily solved the riddle and immediately led his men to search the plane.

It’s time to finish!

The next day.

A group of police officers arrived at the airport with a search warrant to check the plane. At the same time, Frank's luxurious manor also welcomed two uninvited guests.

— Luca and Jimmy.

"Old Pigeon, what are we doing here?"

"Pick up the money, and while you're at it, help our allies out."

"???"

"Don't let those corrupt cops get there first."

Luca, in the passenger seat, raised his chin and pointed to the police cars outside the manor ahead—those were corrupt cops who were taking advantage of the situation to kick someone when they were down.

With Richie making such a big fuss, everyone knew Frank was doomed, including the corrupt cop.

Luca was also quite disappointed. He thought that after killing Truber, no corrupt cops would come after Frank, but he was wrong. There were plenty of corrupt drug dealers in the NYPD who had designs on Frank.

In the original storyline, Truber raided Frank's house while Frank was away; now, it's just a different group of corrupt cops.

But did they know the stolen money was in the doghouse?

"Let's go, Jimmy," Luca said, gesturing for Jimmy to get out of the car.

"What are we supposed to do with the police?"

“Don’t forget, Frank was Dominic’s ally.” Luca recalled Frank’s grief-stricken face at the funeral and said with a smile, “Now that our ally is in trouble, of course we should help him defend peace.”

Jimmy: "???"

Old Pigeon, are you serious? You've barely even met Frank a few times!
The two arrived rather late, and the corrupt cops, relying on a search warrant, ransacked Frank's estate, searching for valuables.

Once you get your hands on the drug dealers' ill-gotten gains, they're yours for the taking!
Who would follow Richna's example and hand over their money?
In a corner of the hall, Frank's mother and wife Eva huddled together, trembling.

Eva covered her face, staring at the police officers with resentment. The bright red five-finger marks could be faintly seen between her fingers.

"Your husband's glorious career is about to end. The federal government will be here soon and take everything away~~~"

A policeman stood on a woolen stall, looking with amusement at the manor that was about to collapse.

As the wife of a mob boss, Eva coldly retorted, "If you leave now, maybe Frank won't kill you!"

"He's finished!"

Threaten me? The policeman's face darkened, and he raised his hand to slap me. "Boss! The pigeons are here!"

"???"

The policeman turned around in astonishment, only to see Luca walking through a group of policemen as if no one else was there, and coming to stand not far in front of him.

"Dominic often told us that Frank was his best friend in his life."

Looking at the mess around him, Luca sighed, "Dominic has only been gone a few days, and you've already wrecked his good friend's house. If Dominic's soul could see this, how could he rest in peace? Sir, can you give me an answer?"

Upon hearing Dominic's name, the police felt a headache coming on. So what if he was dead? There was a living peace ambassador right in front of them.

Damn the Luches family!

“Pigeon, we have a federal search warrant. We can legally search this place.”

Unexpectedly, Luca stopped looking at him and instead looked at Eva with concern. "Madam, are you alright? If you have suffered any injustice, you can tell me, and I will seek justice for you."

Having found her savior, Eva rushed to Luca's side, her fingers trembling as she scanned the group of police officers. Her beautiful face was now contorted with rage, like a ghost. "These bastards, they..."

"Madam, I'm sorry!" the policeman quickly interrupted her.

"Sorry?! Your subordinate shoved a gun barrel into my mouth! Called me a slut and made me suck it!"

Eva roared, pointing to the handprint on her face, "Fuck, look at my face!!! Look at your handiwork! That's from your fingers!"

The policeman's face grew increasingly grim, and when he noticed Lucan's cold, emotionless gaze, a profound sense of panic swept over him.

"A search warrant? Can you put a gun in someone's mouth to search them?" Luca held out his hand. "Let me see if this rule is written on the search warrant."

The police officer panicked a little: "Pigeon, I'm sorry, we were wrong about this. It was my fault for not disciplining him properly."

"You should apologize to the lady."

"Madam, it's me."

Snapped!
"Get out! You bunch of bandits! Get out of my house!"

The police officer covered his burning face, suppressing his anger, and walked out of the room with his head down. Behind him, a group of silent police officers, one of whom righted the cabinet that had been kicked over before leaving.

Silent.

You stopped the police from conducting an illegal search and using violence, thus protecting the peace of your family.

[Gain Skill Points +5]

[Gain Skill Fragment +2]

[Remaining Skill Fragments: 10]

Eva crouched among the ruins, covering her face and weeping. Frank's mother comforted her, then looked at Luca with worried eyes, "Thank you, sir. Are you Frank's friend? What did he do wrong that the police so brutally destroyed our home?"

She was the only one in the entire family who didn't know Frank was involved in drug trafficking. Perhaps she guessed that her son was "doing something big," but she didn't investigate further.

Luca helped the elderly Black woman to the sofa and sat her down. "Frank will be alright. We must believe in him. He can clear up the misunderstanding with the police."

Just confess everything, completely dismantle the NYPD, and legally imprison more than three-quarters of the corrupt officers.

This is exactly what Luca wants.

After comforting the old lady for a while, Luca gave Jimmy a look, and the latter leaned over. After listening to Luca's instructions, Luca added at the end, "By the way, don't kill the dog. Be gentle. I hate people who kill dogs."

Jimmy shrugged: "Pray I don't get bitten."

After Jimmy quietly left, Luca went to Frank's wife's side. Before he could even speak, she hugged his shoulders and burst into tears.

"Madam, give Frank some confidence and believe that he can overcome this difficulty."

"Old Ge, we've all tried to persuade him, but he's already hooked."

Eva lifted her tear-blurred face. "With Dominic dead, he's driven to desperation. He won't let go, and he'll destroy this family. Please help us persuade him!"

Should I advise him? Advise him to turn himself in?

Luca gently patted her shoulder. "Yes, I'll talk to him properly. Don't worry, you'll be fine, I can guarantee it."

Eva was only an insider, but not involved. As long as Frank confessed, she would be fine. Frank's mother knew nothing, so she would be even less likely to be in trouble.

But this luxurious manor, where even a carpet is unaffordable for the poor, will no longer bear the name "Lucas."

"Old Pigeon, there are over three million in total! You've really come here to pick up money!"

"You know the rules."

"When I moved its doghouse, that German Shepherd bit me! Damn it! I really wanted to kill it!"

“Jimmy, remember my advice: don’t kill dogs, especially other people’s dogs.”

"Okay, I've got it."

The black Cadillac drove away, leaving the vast white estate behind it deserted and desolate, like a giant tomb.

(End of this chapter)