New York, spring, night, time close to the early hours of the morning.

At an Italian restaurant on Maupory Street in Lower Manhattan's Queensland district, a secret party is going on.

The restaurant has long since closed, and the floor-to-ceiling glass windows have drawn curtains to cover it tightly. In one corner of the dining room, a round table was set up, around which three groups of people were sitting or standing, and a lamp was lit on the table.

There were three people sitting at the round table, one was Joseph Massino, a short and stocky middle-aged man with plump apple muscles; One was named Vincent Gigandi, with chestnut hair neatly combed and a broad face; There was also a tall, lanky old man with a Mediterranean hairstyle, a conspicuous hooked nose and drooping eyes, and his name was Tony Luciano.

The trio were dressed in a very ordinary way, with the chubby Massino wearing a tracksuit, Gigandi a little better, a white linen shirt, and Luciano wearing a beige T-shirt like a little old man who was retired at home.

But all three of them have criminal records with the FBI, and their photos have long been pinned to the small blackboard of the task force, because they are the leaders of three gang families in New York.

They are gathered here tonight to discuss something very important.

They decided to take out Luca Abramo, the leader of a family in New Jersey.

Abramo is also of Italian descent, and originally the well water of Manhattan did not interfere with the river water. But this winter, he suddenly launched a "war", killed several families, and reached into Manhattan and Brooklyn, which made the three families unbearable and fought back.

After a mutual vendetta, many parties suffered heavy losses, and the New York police were alarmed, and many people were arrested and prosecuted.

After a stalemate, they shook hands and ended the war. The three families were amazed at the power that Abramo possessed, and that this "redneck", who was originally unknown in New Jersey, could compete with New York?

The three families suspect that Abramo has the backing of other families in New York, and they investigate and decide to find an opportunity to kill Abramo and eradicate this henchman.

Tonight they are here to discuss specific plans, as well as the aftermath of his dismemberment of Abramo's New Jersey estate, which they have been preparing for a month.

According to intelligence, Abramo had good security, carried bodyguards with him, slept in body armor, and was very cautious. Recently, they got an important piece of information that Abramo had a lover in East Rutherford, New Jersey, a Ukrainian girl.

He would find time to spend with the girl every Saturday, and he would be alone every time. Morning passes, afternoon leaves, and noon is the perfect window for assassination.

Now the three party leaders are sitting together to discuss which side will carry out the assassination plan.

They had thought about paying for a killer to accomplish the task, but they couldn't find the right person at all.

If in the '20s, '30s, or '50s, '60s, they'd find a reliable killer from Chicago or Philadelphia or the South, give him a sum of money, and disappear after completing the mission.

Now it's different, it's not so easy to find a reliable killer from out of town, and their power is not as strong as before. And the Italians have always tended to do things "internally", not only because it is traditional, but also because the internal people are reliable and the aftermath is more convenient, after all, they have to follow the law of silence.

Another important reason is that it costs quite a bit of money to hire a reliable killer. If they find a Vietnamese or Mexican who is too conspicuous and easy to be tracked, what is worse is that they are afraid that these people who see money and can sell their lives for money will turn back and sell the buyer, which is troublesome.

"The people who do this shouldn't come from my side, I'll find a way to deal with it from the police's side, but it's ...... No, I'm being watched too closely. The stocky Massino shook his head, saying that he could get the police out afterwards, but he didn't want to send someone to carry out the plan.

Gigandi and Luciano glanced at Marcino, thinking that you TM can handle the police, and you are afraid of being watched too closely? TM won't find a reason.

However, Gigandi also immediately spoke, "I have two candidates in my heart, people from my side, but one of them is hiding in Canada, and the other is still in prison, and they may stay until the next century." However, I can bear the cost of this plan, and I can also be responsible for the security of the executor. “

Another.

Now it's Tony Luciano left, and to be honest, he doesn't want to send his men on this mission.

The current gang is no longer in their golden age, and in the days when Edgar Hoover was still in charge of the FBI, the gang was the eagle dog under the head of the American East Factory. By the time he died, the FBI became a police dog for the federal government, and the gang's life became more and more difficult day by day.

With the development of the times, the industry soil on which they rely for survival is shrinking, more and more multinational large companies, more and more emerging technology industries, and more and more chain franchise enterprises. They can't go to McDonald's to collect protection money, open a software company to make money, or invest in stocks and futures, right? If they could, they wouldn't have to do underground gangs.

They can only do some garbage cleaning and recycling, transportation and contracting of construction raw materials, operate small and medium-sized pornography and gambling establishments, and collect protection fees from some private shops in the community to make a living.

Some of these industries are serious businesses that require federal taxes, including opening bars and private casinos. And the most lucrative drug industry, the Italians can't cover the sky single-handedly, black gangs, Mexicans, Irish, etc. will come out to get a piece of the pie.

In addition, it is easy to be attacked by making drugs, so they have always been very careful, although they can't completely eliminate it like Vito Corleone in "The Godfather", but they are still relatively restrained, at least several party leaders themselves are unwilling to get involved in these things.

Without the support of strong economic strength, the former scenery is of course gone. This is no longer the arrogant years of holding a typewriter to the enemy.

The Luciano family was already the weakest of the several families, and Tony himself was still stable and precious, and he didn't want to waste a cadre to do such an assassination.

"Maybe we can find an unknown gangster, one of those drug addicts, and give him a little favor to get him done with this task." Tony came up with a new idea.

But this idea was quickly rejected, or the question, how do you guarantee the loyalty and reliability of this addict?

The reason for the formation and growth of Italian gangs is the maintenance of family loyalty, mutual trust and reliability, rather than relying on simple ruthlessness.

Once again, the impasse was reached, and none of the three of them was willing to say "this is on me", and everyone was counting on others.

It's really people's hearts that don't go ancient times.

At this moment, there was a loud noise in the kitchen of the restaurant, and it was like the dishes and chopsticks and kitchen utensils fell to the ground.

Everyone was startled, and the members standing behind them put their hands in their pockets to pull out their guns.

To be honest, at this time, if one of the guy's guns goes off, everyone takes out their guns and shoots at each other, and the scene is pleasantly surprised.

Tomorrow, the headline of the New York Times will be "New York Gangs Fail to Negotiate, Internal Fighting, All Three Family Heads Killed", and the FBI can also reap the unexpected joy and give the agents a vacation to rest and rest.

Fortunately, everyone restrained, this is the restaurant run by Tony Luciano, he got up and walked towards the back kitchen, pulled out his gun, and shouted in his mouth, "Arthur? Isn't it you Arthur? ”

A somewhat confused voice came from the kitchen, "Yes, it's me." ”

Tony put the gun away and turned back and said, "It's my nephew Arthur, is this guy asleep in the kitchen again?" “

He walked into the kitchen and turned on the light, and saw a young man in a white chef's suit lying on the floor, surrounded by pots and pans scattered all around.

"Arthur? Why are you still here? Are you sleeping in the warehouse again? Why not go home? “

The young man's name was Arthur Luciano, Tony's nephew, his father Luthor was once the leader of the Luciano family, Tony's younger brother, but that was more than ten years ago, and Luthor died in an accident. Arthur's mother also died five years ago, leaving him alone. Arthur is not a member of the gang and works as a cook in his uncle's restaurant after graduating from high school. He has a live-in girlfriend who has been throwing tantrums lately, so he sometimes doesn't come home and lives in a small warehouse in the kitchen.

When Uncle and the others were discussing the assassination of Abramo, he lay down in the small warehouse and slept, woke up in a daze, slipped out of the house, and brought down a bunch of things with him, before making a loud noise.

"Arthur? Arthur replied to me Arthur, you fell to the ground with your ass, why did you rub your head and not rub your ass? When Tony saw his nephew, he was angry.

Nominally, half of Tony's estate should be his nephew, and he just keeps it on his behalf. Tony himself has no sons, only a daughter, and the estate will go to this nephew when he dies.

But looking at his dazed appearance all day long, he couldn't do anything other than cooking, and he didn't inherit his father's shrewdness and domineering at all. The weakness and sluggishness in him were mostly inherited from his Chinese mother.

Nowadays, Italian men do not have to marry an Italian girl. But marrying a yellow-skinned and dark-haired woman as a gang member is too out of place, and Tony believes that this is the beginning of the decline of the Luciano family, and that the family cannot prosper without the help of a Sicilian woman.

Tony stepped forward and pulled Arthur up, he was still rubbing his head, Tony looked at him, and a brilliant idea popped into his head.

Tony pulled Arthur, put his arm around his shoulders, and said softly, "Arthur, haven't you always wanted to join the family business?" Now there's an opportunity in front of you, would you like to give it a try? You don't want to be a cook for the rest of your life, do you? ”

Arthur stopped rubbing his head and looked at Tony Luciano with his black pupils, but said in his heart, "What the hell is going on here?" Where is Lao Tzu? Who is Lao Tzu? ”

Arthur didn't speak, Tony Luciano suddenly squatted down, picked up something from the ground, handed it to Arthur, and said, "Arthur, you're gambling again, aren't you?" Put it away and come with me, you won't have to go out in the future. ”

Tony handed over four playing cards, just under Arthur's ass.

Arthur took the four cards and felt as if something had come to his head.

[About the new book and the ball master]:

There are two reasons for writing this book, one is because a good idea pops into my head and I think it's interesting and I want to write it; The second reason is that I can still write the book for a long time, so long that I think it will be boring not to write something new, so there is no problem of the end of the game. Then, the new book has no manuscript, no outline, where to write on the watermelon skin, the ball will be updated steadily, and the new book depends on the mood, forgive me.