At SSR Club bar.
The Black man patted the dog's head, commanded it to sit still, and then spoke to Luca in a relaxed yet confident tone.
"Mr. Greco, I'm just a nobody. You can call me Mr. Nobody."
"Alright, Mr. Nobody. What brings you here?"
Luca watched him with great interest.
Mr. Nobody was a professional assassin, a freelance bounty hunter, and also an extremely skilled tracker.
Luca didn't care much about his real name. In the original storyline, it was never revealed anyway. What mattered was Mr. Nobody's extraordinary tracking ability.
This man could analyze a huge amount of information about a target—identity, power, personality—and then formulate a tracking strategy to predict where the target would go before they even moved.
In other words, his judgment, analytical ability, and intelligence-gathering skills were exceptional.
In the original storyline, the Marquis had the authorization of the High Table and could mobilize global resources, yet he still couldn't find Baba Yaga for a long time.
But Mr. Nobody could.
No matter where Baba Yaga went, this man could follow him like a shadow, knowing nearly every move he made.
Like a piece of dog-skin plaster that simply refused to come off.
Luca glanced curiously at the dog lying on the floor, wondering whether the dog had also played a role in the tracking process.
"I'm here to make a deal with you," Mr. Nobody said directly.
"I've been to Bowery Street. I know about the battle that happened there, and I know who you're looking for—Joe Gallo, right?"
"I can help you find him. Of course, that's a paid service."
Just as expected.
He came here to ask for money.
Luca interlaced his fingers and stared into the man's eyes.
"Mr. Nobody, how do you prove your ability? Just with a few words?"
"There are plenty of people who want my money. Most of them simply don't have the qualifications to ask for it."
Mr. Nobody replied confidently.
"Would knowing where Joe Gallo's brother is be enough to prove my ability?"
Interesting.
Luca's gaze toward him grew increasingly intrigued.
Even many locals only knew where Gallo himself was hiding, yet Mr. Nobody had already tracked down his brother as well.
That tracking ability was frankly abnormal.
Luca still felt puzzled.
In the original story, the Marquis could mobilize the High Table's global resources but still failed to locate Baba Yaga for a long time. In the end, he had to hire Mr. Nobody to investigate.
And Mr. Nobody really found him.
It was clearly a rare talent.
"Name your price," Luca said, nodding.
"Information on Gallo and his brother."
Mr. Nobody replied calmly.
"12 Million."
Luca's eyelids twitched.
He cursed under his breath at the outrageous price.
At that moment, he suddenly understood why the Marquis had chopped off this guy's hand in anger.
This price was absurdly high.
The man was unbelievably greedy.
Luca shook his head.
"Gallo's current bounty is 5 million, and his brother's bounty is only 1 million. That's the price for their heads."
"You're only selling information. Let's round it down to 1.2 million."
Mr. Nobody: "…"
Is that how you round numbers?
That's not rounding—it's deleting a zero.
"It will cost at least 10 million," Mr. Nobody said.
"Fine," Luca replied calmly.
"Bring me the heads of Gallo and his brother, and I'll give you 10 million."
Then he added casually,
"Right now, a lot of assassins want them dead. You're not the only one who can gather information."
"The information you can obtain, others will eventually get as well."
"I'm simply willing to spend some money to buy time."
Mr. Nobody's hand, which had been stroking the dog's head, stiffened slightly.
If he wanted to kill someone, he would have done it already.
The problem was—
Did Luca think they were that easy to kill?
Even alone, Joe Gallo could command an entire Mafia faction.
Killing a few soldati might be possible.
But taking down high-ranking Mafia leaders?
Mr. Nobody didn't think he had that ability.
Right now, he simply wanted to act as a middleman and earn money by selling intelligence.
Seeing his hesitation, Luca spoke leisurely.
"The fact that you were able to track me down here means you already know something about me."
"I can wait while I take this call."
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Luca picked up his phone.
The caller was Mariggio.
"What's up?"
"Gambino has been attacked!"
Luca was slightly startled.
Really?
On the phone, Mariggio quickly explained what had happened.
These days Carlo Gambino lived a very secluded life, staying mostly inside his villa to rest and watch theater recordings.
This time, Gambino had gone to the hospital for a routine checkup related to his heart condition, and assassins ambushed him on the way.
This was not the first time Gambino had faced an assassination attempt.
Years ago, the Bonanno family had tried to kill him—back when Carmine Galante had not yet become the boss.
That assassination attempt failed and dealt a heavy blow to the Bonanno family.
This attempt also failed.
Mariggio continued,
"Gambino was well prepared. His security team was extremely strong. Those assassins didn't even get close to him."
"Still, Gambino was hospitalized because of his heart condition. I guess the shock triggered something."
"Scaring an elderly man with heart disease isn't exactly a joke."
Luca's expression became strange.
"Do you know who did it?"
Mariggio replied,
"The leader was 'The Reaper,' one of Joe Gallo's assassins."
Luca narrowed his eyes.
He knew that name.
Gregory Scarpa.
The chief assassin of the Colombo family, nicknamed "The Reaper" and "The Grim Reaper."
John Gotti was famous for killing someone within thirty seconds.
Scarpa was famous for leaving a corpse behind wherever he went.
The man was extremely arrogant.
Eventually he defected to the FBI and betrayed the Colombo family in exchange for a reduced sentence.
Mariggio sounded furious.
"Gallo has completely lost his mind!"
"How dare he attack Gambino!"
Luca thought silently.
After all this chaos, Gambino probably wouldn't keep hiding in the background watching the show anymore.
This farce should finally come to an end.
Mariggio added,
"Do you want to come to the hospital? The boss and I are already on our way."
"I'll be there soon."
Luca hung up the phone and looked back at Mr. Nobody.
"I'll give you 3 million."
"Besides the Gallo brothers, find Gregory Scarpa for me."
Mr. Nobody hesitated.
The dog beside him suddenly stood up and barked uneasily.
"It's alright, it's alright. Sit down."
Mr. Nobody patted the dog's head to calm it.
Then he looked at Luca.
"The reason I'm willing to do business with you is because of your reputation in the New York Mafia."
"Alright. Deal."
Luca shook his hand.
"That's a wise decision."
"If you help me, you can come to me for help in the future if you run into trouble."
"Is the fee expensive?"
"That depends on whether you see this as a transaction… or as a relationship."
Looking into Luca's deep gaze, Mr. Nobody—who had always been a lone wolf—suddenly felt a strange sense of trust.
He had never experienced that feeling in any previous deal.
For the first time, he understood why Luca had such a good reputation.
"Pleasant doing business with you."
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[Character Card: Mr. Nobody]
[Rank: A]
[Source: John Wick Series]
Skill:
[Dog Training Master:
- Allows you to train dogs into highly obedient combat companions.
- Trained dogs gain enhanced discipline and coordination during combat.
- Dogs under your command can execute attack, tracking, and defensive commands with extremely high accuracy.]
[Learning Requirements: Friendship or higher; 50 Skill Fragments]
[Long-Distance Tracking:
- Allows you to track a target across long distances using trained dogs.
- Tracking success rate increases by 40%.
- Tracking speed increases significantly when scent clues are available.]
[Learning Requirements: Close Friend bond level or higher; 80 Skill Fragments]
[Bond: Attention]
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Two useful little skills.
But Luca was far more interested in the Dog Training Master skill.
If it were combined with Baba Yaga's pet-related abilities, the bonus effect would be incredible.
This skill had already been reserved by the Dove of Peace.
After reaching the deal with Mr. Nobody, Luca left the club and headed to the hospital.
The chairman of the Commission had been assassinated.
That was a huge event.
Fortunately, it didn't happen in a public place; otherwise, it would have made the headlines immediately.
At that moment, many Mafia members had gathered at the hospital.
Luca saw numerous high-ranking members of the Gambino family.
In a corner, he found Mariggio.
"What's the situation now?"
Mariggio looked worried.
"Gambino's health wasn't good to begin with. This time he was also frightened."
"He's stable for now, but he'll need to stay in the hospital for observation."
Luca glanced toward the heavily guarded ward.
Even if Gambino survived this time, he probably didn't have much time left.
A legendary Mafia godfather.
Yet in the end, he would die from illness.
After waiting outside for a while, the big boss Victor came out of the ward and walked straight toward Luca.
He looked at Luca with a strange expression.
Then he spoke softly.
"Dove, Gambino wants to see you."
Luca froze in surprise.
Victor patted his shoulder.
"Go in. He probably has something important to tell you."
With a puzzled mind, Luca walked toward the VIP ward under the watchful eyes of numerous high-ranking Mafia figures.
Inside the room, there were only two people.
Carlo Gambino.
And Paul Castellano, the second-in-command of the Gambino family.
Luca remembered Paul.
According to the original storyline, after Gambino's death, Paul would inherit the position of family boss according to Gambino's will.
Years later, Paul would be assassinated by John Gotti.
Paul had strictly forbidden drug trafficking within the family, which made Gotti extremely dissatisfied.
However, Gotti had already been sent away by Luca.
He would never have the chance to seize power again.
In fact, Luca suspected Paul might even approve of his removal of Gotti.
On the hospital bed, Gambino leaned against the headboard.
His thin body was covered by a blanket.
His complexion didn't look good, but his eyes were still sharp and alert.
He waved to Paul.
"Paul, step outside. I need to speak with Dove alone."
Paul nodded silently.
He gave Luca a meaningful glance but said nothing.
Then he left the room and quietly closed the door.
"Mr. Gambino," Luca said politely.
"I feel much more at ease seeing you in good spirits. Thank God you're safe."
"Sit down, Dove."
Gambino pointed to the chair beside the bed.
He began speaking calmly about his condition.
"According to the doctors, my heart is already overwhelmed."
"At most, it will last two or three more years."
"Even a small accident or shock could take my life."
There was no fear on the old man's face.
Instead, there was only reflection.
As if he were calmly reviewing the rise and fall of his life.
Birth, aging, sickness, and death were inevitable.
Gambino then began discussing the Colombo family civil war and the death of Joseph Colombo.
He openly admitted that Colombo had been too flamboyant.
His Civil Rights League had attracted far too much public attention, which ultimately led to his downfall.
"While the Colombo family was fighting its civil war, I had already quietly dismantled the Civil Rights League."
Gambino spoke softly.
"It's good to fight for the rights of Italians."
"But it should never become a political tool for someone like Colombo."
"The power of the people is a double-edged sword. One day it could easily turn against us."
"Perhaps such organizations can still exist in a smaller form, but their leaders should no longer be members of the Mafia."
Luca appeared thoughtful.
So this had been Gambino's strategy all along.
After Colombo's death, the Civil Rights League didn't disappear completely.
But its power weakened dramatically, and it gradually distanced itself from organized crime.
Years later, the organization could only complain to Hollywood studios about negative portrayals of Italians.
As if every criminal character in movies had to be Italian.
"The Civil Rights League chapter is finished," Gambino said.
Then he stared directly at Luca.
"Now it's time to end the Colombo family's civil war."
"Dove, I plan to entrust this matter to you."
Luca looked genuinely surprised.
He hadn't expected this decision.
Gambino smiled faintly.
"Don't you like defending peace?"
"Or are you not interested?"
Luca immediately understood what the old man meant.
"I'd be honored to help."
Gambino nodded.
"Through the Commission, I will grant you the highest level of authority."
"I will appoint you as a temporary Commission judge."
"If you handle this well…"
"I can remove the word 'temporary' and make you the official national Mafia judge."
Luca froze. "A judge?... You want me to become the judge?"
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