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Chapter 1422 The kidnapped former "Godfather"
Chapter 1422 The Kidnapped Former "Godfather"
"I think our first collaboration in New York was perfect, what do you think, Jack? It reminds me of the time when you and Jiejie were adventuring on that small island in Southeast Asia, and I was cheering for you in Los Angeles, thousands of miles away."
Leaning against the door of his apartment, Taylor folded his arms and looked at Jack with an inexplicable look, "So why don't you come in for a drink? Just consider it a celebration."
However, Jack was unmoved, and said seriously, "The FBI can't protect that unfortunate family forever, but your report can.
So what you should do now is not to drink, but to go in and make a cup of coffee, and then try to think of a blockbuster headline so that your report can appear on the front page of tomorrow's New York Times in time."
"It's nothing more than a combination of a few key words, wealthy family, murder, baby kidnapping. The editor has reserved space for me. I know you are a busy man, but having a drink won't take you a few minutes."
Taylor smiled and wanted to reach out to grab Jack's tie, but he dodged.
"Stop it, I'm serious." Jack grabbed her arm; the cool touch was pleasant. He didn't use much force, but his attitude was firm.
"Although Adnan Petrosian wasn't involved, he's clearly not a good person either. Only by thoroughly exposing this scandal can we ensure the Cruz family's future is not disrupted."
Taylor pouted her red lips with a hint of dissatisfaction. "Of course I know. So, shouldn't you owe me a favor?"
Jack waved his hand generously. "Alright, then consider it a favor. You can always come back for it, but forget about the drinks unless you're sure you can beat Hannah."
Hearing Hannah's name, Taylor instinctively shrank back, but she remained stubborn. "Then I need information about 'The Man in the Suit.' Don't tell me the FBI knows nothing."
"The FBI really doesn't know anything. We're very busy. We don't have time to investigate urban legends." Jack lied without hesitation.
Taylor scoffed. "So you know that urban legend, too? No one's ever seen him, no one knows his name.
But like a character in a comic book, when people are in trouble, he swoops down from the sky, appearing just in time to save innocent lives while also shooting more than a few bad guys through the knees."
Seeing the way her beautiful eyes sparkled when she mentioned Reese, Jack, who had just been eager to get rid of this troublemaker, suddenly felt a strange sour taste in his mouth.
"It sounds like he could replace our FBI, but I advise you to stay put. Just getting close to someone like him could put you in danger."
"Are you jealous?" Taylor chuckled, grabbing Jack's hand and pressing it to his chest, his eyes becoming serious.
"'The Man in the Suit' might be anyone's guardian angel, but I only have one. When he dug me out of the ground and gave me CPR, the moment I opened my eyes and saw him, I knew for sure."
Feeling the soft warmth against his palm, Jack froze for a moment before instinctively pulling his hand away.
"Your guardian angel is busy right now, so if possible, it's best to get out of harm's way."
Someone had few weaknesses, but the honey trap was one of them. His tone softened considerably. "You're a smart girl. You should understand that while career is important, you only live once.
Your father may be a federal judge, New York is different from Los Angeles. Many people here may not know your background. I don't want to go to a scene one day and find the body in a dark alley belonging to someone I know."
"Don't worry, I'm well aware of the professional risks of investigative journalism. I'll contact you first before anything I want to do," Taylor smiled sweetly. Jack was
actually
very busy. The next morning, as he opened the New York Times's e-edition website, wanting to read the front-page report on the tragic moral situation of a New York billionaire family, his phone rang non-stop.
First, Danny called. Laiia had finally taken action. Last night, more than a dozen of his men stormed a speakeasy, kidnapped Moretti, who had just been released from prison, and disappeared into a freight terminal north of Queens.
Jack was a little surprised to hear the news, "You mean Laija kidnapped his physiologist father instead of letting his men beat him to death on the spot? What does this guy want to do?"
"How should I know?" Danny, who had been up all night, was very angry, "Maybe he felt that killing Moretti was not enough to vent his hatred, and wanted to torture him, or maybe he wanted to get some mafia territory or power through this former 'Godfather'."
"That doesn't make sense. Moretti still has a legitimate son, Giannis Moretti II, who is now the head of the family. This son was in charge during the time Moretti was in prison."
On Jack's desk was a pile of information about the five major New York mafia families, all of which were sorted out from the FBI archives during this period. It was enough for him to write more than ten short plays such as "I Divorced the Godfather and Took Half of the Mafia Family".
Danny yawned loudly on the other end of the line. "Who knows? Maybe he's trying to use Moretti to blackmail his half-brother.
I can't do this anymore. Time to go back to bed. Now that you've dealt with your issues, why don't you come and help me?"
"What do you think would happen if I took out Laija and all those Mafia godfathers?" Jack asked casually. He was truly terrible at dealing with the Mafia because there was no clear target.
If the soil that breeds evil isn't completely eradicated, no matter how seemingly rooting out the weeds, it won't be long before they grow back. The fact
that the Mafia has been a century-old institution in the United States speaks volumes.
Sure enough, Danny let out a helpless sigh. "If you want my dad to disgracefully resign as NYPD Commissioner, try this. It would cause chaos."
New York, one of the top three commercial ports in the United States and the largest on the East Coast, might not even rank among the top ten in the world in terms of cargo throughput these days, but both the Teamsters and the Longshoremen's Association remain a significant force here.
If, as Jack had said, all the Mafia bosses controlling these unions were to be eliminated in one fell swoop, the resulting power vacuum and subsequent struggle for power would plunge the entire East Coast into chaos.
(End of Chapter)