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

Chapter 90 I Want to Be the President!
The last week of October.

The profits from gasoline taxes have reached an astonishing 670 million!
This astonishing speed of wealth plundering has already attracted the attention of some people with ulterior motives. There are quite a few people who covet it, but due to the powerful strength of the Lucchese family, few dare to directly extend their claws.

Moreover, the Russian gang also has Nightmare, a figure feared by countless people in New York.

Furthermore, the mass rally is scheduled for next week, and all the major New York gangs are focusing their attention on this unprecedented event.

Both officials and the media are keeping a close eye on this major event.

The person who convened the conference was Joe Colombo, the big boss of the Colombo Mafia family, who is currently the most exposed boss in the media.

In terms of exposure, even Gambino can't compare to this bastard. Yes, that's right. In Gambino's eyes, Colombo is a damn f***er!
A community on Long Island, New York.

Carlo Gambino lives in a rather unassuming house.

This godforsaken place is far from the city center's gang activity hubs, with fewer gang members and a relatively quiet atmosphere, making it convenient for him to recuperate and avoid getting too agitated and causing his heart to spasm—Gambino has heart disease.

And it's quite serious; I have to rest and recover.

At this moment, sitting in front of him was a guest, Victor, the big boss of the Lucchese family.

"How have you been lately?" Victor asked with concern, looking at the thin Gambino who was lying in the chair.

"Want to know when I'm going to die?" Gambino said with a smile, but his words were harsh. "You bastards, you all wish I'd go see God sooner!"

Victor smiled without saying a word.

Only if you, the committee chair, die will everyone else have a chance to take over.
Gambino is undoubtedly a figure standing at the top of the Mafia power pyramid, the chairman of the Mafia Commission, and also holds a seat at the High Table.

But Victor knew very well how Gambino had risen to power.

The Gambino family was originally called the Mangano family. In order to rise to power, Gambino joined forces with other families to kill the big boss. After that, Gambino took over and changed the family name. After that, he led the family to rise to prominence.
The Luches family also participated in the rebellion.

—Lucches, Genovese, and Gambino conspired to help Gambino seize power and take control of the committee.

But that was many years ago.

With such a long history between the two families, they are now joining forces to plot against a big boss!

The target they wanted to kill was Joe Colombo, who was scheduled to hold a major conference next week.

At this moment, Gambino said coldly:
“I have already made arrangements. Joe Gallo of the Colombo family. That madman also dislikes Colombo. Since he wants to take over, let him bear all the sins when the time comes.”

"it is good."

Victor nodded, thinking to himself that Gambino, that old bastard, truly deserves to be called the best boss at sitting on the sidelines and watching the tigers fight. When he has nothing better to do, he hides on Long Island and remotely instigates other families to fight.

In the end, everyone else suffered heavy losses, while Gambino stayed in the background unscathed, making a fortune.

These past few days, Luca and Marigio have been busy taking over the port terminals and getting Russian oil tankers in.

According to the big boss, the Gambino family compromised, handing over the ports of Gaudi and withdrawing voluntarily.

Luca then didn't hold back and directly trampled the port under his feet.

Relying on those dirty secrets, some Mafia intimidation tactics, and the help of the truck driver union—truck drivers are everywhere, how could a place like a port that needs freight transport be without trucks?
The truck drivers' union is the largest and most powerful union in the United States. Unions in other industries have to give it some face, otherwise, without trucks, half of the docks would be paralyzed.

At this moment, at a dock in New York State.

An oil tanker was docked at the pier, and dockworkers unloaded the cargo in an orderly manner and loaded it onto trucks for transport.

Seeing this, Abram felt incredibly happy!

What they were transporting wasn't dark, murky oil, but rather gleaming cash!
"Hahaha, Pigeon! From this day forward, you are the best friend of us Russians!"

Abram gripped Luca's hand tightly. "Mr. Putinshi is very satisfied this time and has instructed us to send you a gift: pigeons. We can sell you this oil at a discount."

"Please thank Mr. Pushkinsh for me," Luca said with a smile.

Putinshulka wasn't quite sure how powerful this guy was in Russia, but he certainly had a large business, so he must be a big figure in the local Russian mafia.

Such an impressive figure was secretly sneaked into the bathroom by the petitioner.
"Is your refinery ready?" Abram asked. "From now on, we can supply you at any time."

"It has been prepared for a long time."

Luca couldn't help but feel excited; this complete supply chain was about to be operational, and he could rake in eight figures a week. However, he also had to deal with some potential minor troubles. With the end of the year approaching, the IRS would soon be auditing his taxes.
Luca reminded Abram to tell his men to be ready to smash up the stall and run away at any time.

“Don’t worry,” Abram laughed. “It’s just a matter of running away; no one is more experienced than us Russians.”

Luca: "."

You Russians really know how to deal with threats from the United States.

The gasoline tax business can be put on hold for now.

Back at the club, Luca also focused his attention on the public assembly next week.

Regarding the shooting of Joe Colombo.

Should they rescue Colombo, wait and see, or quietly deliver a fatal blow?
At such a crucial juncture, the choices made will determine the outcomes and the potential gains.

Luca was still thinking.

According to the original plot, Colombo was shot in the head and became a vegetable, which is practically equivalent to being dead.

The shooter was a Black man, and in the end, the police only found out who was Black, not the mastermind behind the shooting.

—But the Colombo family didn’t care about evidence. They believed internally that Joe Gallo had ordered the black man to do it, and they vowed to kill Gallo to avenge their boss.

—There are also rumors that Gambino instigated Gallo behind the scenes.

It's like an endless nesting doll.
"Indeed, rebellion is the traditional virtue of the Mafia."

Luca decided to promote this virtue.

With a satisfied smile, Luca pasted photos of the rare cards onto the blackboard.

"Everyone thinks Joe Gallo orchestrated the shooting of Joe Colombo; everyone wants him dead. He's the perfect scapegoat."

With so many people blaming Gallo, the peace ambassador wouldn't mind letting him take the blame a few more times.

In the end, Gallo will bear the consequences of all his sins with his own death.

Luca wrote a few words on the blackboard: Truck Drivers Union Branch President.

You've already ruined Colombo, wouldn't you mind ruining another branch leader?
Frank's Trust skill requires the identity of a guild branch leader.

The truck drivers' union is headquartered in Washington, D.C., with branch offices in other locations, including New York. However, the New York branch is somewhat unique; it's not dominated by a single family, but rather has members from all five major families.

The major players are the Gambino and Genovese families.

The Luches family
Malijo: "I have quite a few people in the New York unions, and I've won over several more of them for this gasoline tax business."

Marigio controlled a significant portion of the Lucchese family's influence within the New York branch of the union.

"Why are you suddenly asking this?" Margio asked, puzzled. "Gasoline tax revenue in New York is almost full. If we're going to get involved, we should get involved with unions in other cities so we can expand our business elsewhere."

"I was just thinking, when we expand into New Jersey, what cities besides Philadelphia could we choose?"

Luca thought about it and felt there wasn't anything too wrong with it. The skill only mentioned becoming the president, without specifying which city's president. He just subconsciously considered New York, which was nearby.

The competitiveness of labor unions in New York City is undoubtedly much greater than in other cities.

The title of president in other smaller cities should be easier to obtain.

As for the matter of a gang leader becoming the chairman...
That's quite common!

In places like New York and New Jersey, many union leaders are gangsters. If others can be involved, why can't peace ambassadors?
Frank, that old assassin, is still a branch leader.

Next, Luca learned about the current situation of the union from Marigio.

—The national chairman is Fitz!

—Below him, the Genovese family has a rare card, a gang leader who plays a pivotal role in the union. He is not only a branch leader, but also secretly controls many unions in New York and New Jersey.

The Genovese family.
Luca smiled with satisfaction; his next target was set.

If the peace ambassador is to become the president, then someone has to die!
(End of this chapter)