The story goes back to the afternoon of the day the White Tiger died.
The first step of the assassination plan sent by John Gotti was to plant a remote-controlled bomb inside the White Tiger's car.
As a backup plan, several assassins waited in the White Tiger's usual area of activity. If the White Tiger didn't enter his car, the second plan would immediately activate, and the assassin would kill him on the spot.
In the end, the second plan was the one that happened.
That evening, the White Tiger had just finished dinner and was taking his dog for a walk when a man wearing a hat approached from behind. He calmly pulled out a pistol.
Bang.
A single shot.
The bullet struck the White Tiger in the back of the head.
A car waiting nearby sped forward and picked up the shooter, disappearing down the road. The White Tiger died with his eyes wide open. He never even saw who killed him.
The escape car vanished as quickly as a dog thief or a child kidnapper slipping into the night. This killer had done this countless times before, and every escape route had already been planned in advance.
By the time someone discovered the body and called the police, the murder weapon had already been thrown into the East River beneath the Brooklyn Bridge. There were countless guns down there. Legend said that if every gun thrown into that river were recovered, you could equip an entire military regiment.
Mafia murders were always simple and efficient, with no unnecessary decoration.
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When Luca heard the news, he was inside a bar with Mariggio, discussing business.
Mariggio said, "At our current development speed, the gasoline market in New York State will be nearly saturated by the end of the year. At that point, we'll need to expand elsewhere."
"For example… Philadelphia."
The two men raised their glasses in silent agreement.
There were still plenty of gas stations in New York that didn't use Luca's gasoline. Their partners covered a huge geographic area, but the density was still low. Too many stations in one place could actually harm business. Internal competition would weaken profits, and expanding territory was the real key.
Philadelphia was an excellent choice. It could serve as a hub spreading toward Atlantic City and Wilmington, all Mafia territory.
Without competitors, the gasoline-tax business was like a wild beast escaping its cage, or a leech constantly sucking blood to grow stronger.
Mariggio laughed.
"Congratulations in advance on becoming the underboss."
"Hahaha! Good lad!" Mariggio slapped the table happily. "Your position as a caporegime is secure now. Even if Dominic hadn't died, this business alone could have made you a capo."
Luca smiled and shook his head.
It was possible, but the road would never be that smooth. He couldn't help thinking about what Pauli had said yesterday.
A brand-new Mafia family… without drugs.
Their conversation was suddenly interrupted by a phone call.
It was Leon.
"The White Tiger is dead."
Leon continued quickly, "Brian and I are tailing the killers' car right now. They're heading toward Brooklyn!"
Luca asked calmly, "Are you sure they belong to Gotti?"
Leon answered immediately, "They're Gambino family men. They work for Gotti."
Luca's eyes sharpened.
"Stop them. Don't let them escape."
Leon replied, "Understood."
Then Luca added another sentence.
"Don't kill them. Make this a big scene."
"Tonight I want all of New York to know that the Gambino family murdered the most "respected" and "beloved" capo of the Lucchese family."
"Those bastards are going to pay for this. Oh, and I'll call the police to come support you."
Leon went silent for a moment.
"…You're calling the police for backup?"
Luca hung up without answering.
Next, he called Helen's newspaper office.
"I've got big news."
Then he called the police.
David Mills and John McClane.
Then he contacted the FBI, calling Patrick Denham.
Tonight everyone would be here: police, FBI, and media.
Perfect.
The Peace Ambassador had prepared the stage.
Now it was time to begin the performance.
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Mariggio watched Luca make call after call, his expression slowly turning blank.
How was this kid so popular with the authorities?
He even had contacts inside the FBI.
After finishing the calls, Luca looked at him.
"The White Tiger is dead, Uncle. You should go find the Boss. This will be the front-page headline tomorrow."
"Gotti will be watched by the police and the FBI."
"And then… it'll be our turn to move against the Gambino port."
"This matter won't end until they bleed."
Mariggio inhaled deeply.
The White Tiger was really dead.
Pauli was ruthless.
"Alright," Mariggio said. "What about you?"
"Me?" Luca grinned. "Of course I'm going to defend peace. How could something like this be complete without a Peace Ambassador?"
Both men stood up immediately and began moving.
Then Luca suddenly asked, "By the way, Uncle… do you have any Oreos? I'm suddenly hungry."
Mariggio stared at him in silence.
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Meanwhile.
Inside a villa in Queens.
John Gotti held his phone with a satisfied smile.
"The White Tiger is dead. I've kept my promise," he said. "Don't forget yours."
From the other end came Pauli's calm voice.
"I'll fulfill my promise once I take office."
Gotti heard the clear sound of relief in Pauli's breathing.
With the White Tiger dead, no one in the Lucchese family could stop Pauli.
In terms of seniority, connections, and wealth—
Pauli was the strongest remaining candidate.
He had been in the business for decades. Aside from refusing to deal drugs, he had been extremely successful in every other shady enterprise.
Anyone who thought he was merely an old man selling sausages… was a complete fool.
Still, Gotti sneered.
"Pauli is hated thing related to drugs."
Leaning lazily against the sofa, Gotti crossed his legs.
Sooner or later he would visit the Boss.
After all…
Carlo Gambino's health was getting worse every day.
The legendary Godfather of New York, head of the Gambino family and leader of one of the Five Families—a man respected in both the underworld and the legitimate world whose life story had even been turned into movies.
But his body was failing.
The outside world didn't fully know this.
But Gotti know.
He didn't care about the old man anymore.
What he cared about was simple.
Who would become the next Boss of the Gambino family?
He knew he wasn't qualified yet, but he only hoped the future Boss wouldn't interfere with his drug business.
Otherwise…
Tonight's White Tiger could easily become his own fate tomorrow.
Gotti smiled coldly.
"Sooner or later… I will become the new Godfather of New York."
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FBI New York Office
Denham walked downstairs with a sour expression and unlocked a brand-new black Cadillac.
A colleague stared in surprise.
"Denham… is that your car? When did you buy it?"
"Last week," Denham said casually. "Still breaking it in."
His colleagues exchanged glances.
Someone whispered jokingly, "The financial investigation guys sure know how to make money. They scrape a little from their fingers and suddenly they're driving Cadillacs."
Another person chuckled.
"And now they transfer him to organized crime? Why not let him stay where he's good?"
"I heard he's close with the Dove of Peace."
"I heard he's extremely old-fashioned. Now that he's our boss, life might get harder."
The engine roared to life.
Denham rolled down the window.
"Get in. After this case, drinks are on me."
"Alright boss!"
Everyone piled into the car happily.
Maybe the rumors were wrong after all.
Meanwhile, David and McClane were also driving to the scene.
David said excitedly, "John, I have a feeling we're going to get credit again."
McClane sighed.
He had already realized something.
David's rapid promotion since arriving in New York had a lot to do with a certain Dove of Peace.
The religious serial killer case.
The drug war.
The gas-station investigation.
And tonight's incident.
Every time, it somehow involved that same person.
"David," McClane said dryly, "you're basically letting the Dove of Peace solve cases for you."
David burst out laughing.
"That's called police-community cooperation! Let's help the Dove of Peace protect the peace of New York!"
McClane rubbed his forehead.
"Whatever about New York peace… All I want now is peace at home."
Could the Dove of Peace convince my wife?
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Meanwhile on the road, Brian slammed the accelerator.
"WOOO!"
"This is the first time I've raced through downtown New York legally!"
He shouted at Leon.
"Supervisor, did I hear that right?! Dove said I can drive as fast as I want?!"
Leon gripped the handrail tightly.
"He only said to stop the killers… I don't know anything about running red lights."
Brian grinned.
"Relax. Dove will handle it!"
His eyes gleamed with excitement.
"Boss, did he say anything else?"
Leon sighed.
"Just stop them. Luca will be here soon."
Brian became even more excited.
Finally, after being undercover for so long, he was participating in a real criminal operation.
His strategy of picking Mathilda up from school had clearly been correct.
Build trust.
Gain Luca's confidence.
And eventually participate directly in crime.
This would be perfect evidence.
After all, he was the one who "killed" the White Tiger.
Surely Luca would punish him severely.
But first—
"Boss! Buckle up!"
"I'm using nitrous!"
Leon's eyes widened.
"This isn't even the car's top speed?!"
Brian slammed the button.
The green Mitsubishi Lancer surged forward like a rocket.
At the next corner, the assassins' black sedan tried to turn.
The green Mitsubishi drifted around the corner like lightning.
CRASH!
Its rear slammed into the sedan.
The assassin car spun out, flipped over, and slammed upside-down into the wall.
Brian's car screeched to a stop nearby.
The assassins crawled out, trying to run.
But a tall man wearing a black trench coat and sunglasses appeared in front of them.
Before they could even speak, Leon's fists struck like lightning.
Within seconds, the three assassins—including the driver—were unconscious.
Their guns disappeared into evidence bags before they could even think about throwing them into the river.
Soon afterward, the police arrived.
Then the FBI.
Then the reporters.
The killers were arrested.
Then a black vintage car slowly drove into the scene.
Everyone recognized the car.
Last time at the abandoned airport, police and FBI had surrounded it.
This time, everyone stepped aside as if the car carried an invisible pass.
Then System Notification Appears.
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[Ding! You and your team assisted authorities in capturing three notorious killers. You upheld peace in New York]
[Gain Skill Points +10]
[Gain Skill Fragment +5]
"Buy Skill Oreo"
[-50 fragments]
[Oreo skill has been added]
[Remaining Skill Fragments: 123]
"Buy Skill Upright and Incorruptible"
[-80 fragments]
[Upright and Incorruptible skill has been added]
[Remaining Skill Fragments: 43]
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Luca finished an entire box of Oreos, tossed the wrapper aside, and stepped out of the car.
It was mid-October in New York, and the night air carried the cool breath of autumn.
As Luca tightened his black trench coat, the entire scene fell silent.
Everyone held their breath.
The assassination of a Lucchese capo wasn't the biggest crime in New York, but it wasn't small either.
Normally it would be quietly buried by the Mafia and the authorities.
But tonight the Mafia, media, police, and FBI were all present.
The killers had been caught.
And the first man on the scene was the Peace Ambassador.
There was no burying this anymore.
Someone would pay the price.
Luca's calm voice cut through the night.
"My footprints are all over New York, and everywhere I go I leave peace behind."
"But tonight's tragedy… this city owes me an explanation."
The word explanation echoed through the crowd.
Everyone understood what it meant.
The White Tiger was dead.
And Luca would not let the mastermind escape.
Denham stepped forward first.
"Dove … I'm very sorry for the White Tiger's death."
Luca replied coldly.
"The ones who should apologize… are the murderers."
David asked, "What exactly happened tonight?"
Luca glanced at the captured killers.
"Next month, the Italian-American People's Convention will be held. You know what its purpose is."
Italians had long suffered discrimination, harassment, and police intimidation.
They only wanted fair treatment.
The officers exchanged uneasy glances.
McClane asked, "What does that have to do with tonight?"
"The rally has supporters and opponents. Both the White Tiger and I support it."
"Recently," Luca continued, "the White Tiger told me someone threatened him. They wanted him to withdraw from the rally."
"So I arranged protection."
"But even then… these killers still succeeded."
Luca's eyes hardened.
"Officers, this is not an ordinary murder. Someone is trying to sabotage a public assembly."
"There must be masterminds behind it."
"Your attitude will determine my stance."
"My rules, the dignity of the Lucchese family, and the dignity of the Italian people will not be trampled by anyone."
Denham stepped forward immediately.
"Dove, I promise you. I will investigate this case thoroughly, find the real mastermind, and give you an explanation."
David spoke next.
"No matter who the murderer is, our police will not let them escape."
"You've helped me many times. This time… it's my turn to help you."
McClane laughed.
"Dove … prepare the wine."
"The day I come to drink with you will be the day this case is closed."
Luca nodded with satisfaction.
"You all know my principle."
"Harmony only exists when rules are obeyed."
"And those who break the rules… must pay the price."
He looked at everyone present.
"Ladies and gentlemen."
"I'm waiting for an explanation."
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