Stansfield.
The main antagonist of Léon: The Professional.
Neurotic. Moody. Brutal. A man who could murder an entire family—including a child—without blinking.
Officially, he was a DEA officer.
In reality, he was a drug trafficker wearing a federal badge.
This was the first time Luca had seen him in person.
It had been just over a year since Luca awakened the memories of his past life and uncovered the truth of his birth. Even now, he still didn't know how many "characters" had crossed into this world.
At first, he thought this was merely the world of John Wick.
He had been very wrong.
The three "goodfellas."
Uncle Biao and his nephew in Hong Kong.
A certain Wall Street fraudster who hosted extravagant parties and was currently under FBI investigation.
A hard-boiled New York cop rumored to have blown up a building in Los Angeles—and an airplane in Washington.
And now—
This deranged narcotics officer.
---
"If Stansfield is here," Luca thought, "then Leon… and the little girl should be here too."
Leon.
Matilda.
Two rare cards.
His pulse quickened slightly.
In the original story, Stansfield slaughtered the girl's family before Leon reluctantly opened his door to her. In the end, Leon sacrificed himself to kill Stansfield.
But Stansfield was still alive.
Which meant—
Leon might be alive too.
He just didn't know how far the timeline had progressed.
"Stansfield is S-rank… Leon must be at least SR."
"And Matilda… maybe A-rank?"
Two more high-tier cards discovered.
Luca took a steady breath and looked downstairs.
Stansfield had already entered the hotel lobby. He paused briefly at the elevator. When the indicator light began moving upward, Luca quietly slipped into the fire stairwell and descended instead.
This wasn't a police arrest.
It wasn't aimed at him.
So why had his instincts tightened?
Stansfield wasn't a normal officer. He confiscated drugs and resold them. He ran a corrupt network inside the DEA.
Rotten to the core.
And with Kahn's shipment gone—
Luca glanced at the suitcase in his hand.
Understanding dawned.
He pulled out Kahn's photograph again.
"That's it."
Kahn wasn't random.
In Léon: The Professional, after repeated warnings failed, a middleman hired Leon to "persuade" Kahn to withdraw from New York.
But this time—
Luca had intervened first.
Which meant…
"Marigio is part of that story too."
No wonder the name had felt familiar when Luca regained his memories.
And yet—
Marigio didn't even have a character card.
Was it because his face never appeared in the film?
Luca almost laughed.
Disrespectful.
On the upstairs.
Kahn sat on the stairwell steps, defeated, smoking shakily. Blood stained the corridor behind him.
Stansfield removed his headphones slowly.
A distorted smile curved across his face.
He walked forward with unsettling elegance, stepping past the bodies, examining them like a gallery exhibit.
"Headshots. Clean throat cuts. No wasted motion," he murmured. "Beautiful."
The surrounding officers stayed silent. No one interrupted when he drifted into these moods.
Stansfield approached Kahn and draped an arm around his shoulder almost affectionately.
"Tell me," he whispered, "who's the artist?"
Kahn stiffened, suppressing disgust as Stansfield inhaled deeply near him.
"The Lucchese family," Kahn muttered. "They sent someone to force me out."
The smile vanished instantly.
For a split second, resentment and madness flashed in Stansfield's eyes.
"Boss," an officer asked carefully, "what about the goods?"
Stansfield tilted his head.
"You know the rules. Handle it."
---
On the ride back, Luca tossed the suitcase casually into Jimmy's lap.
"There's at least five hundred million worth in there," Luca said. "You two handle distribution. Bring me five hundred million later. The rest is yours."
Jimmy and Henry froze—
Then their eyes lit up.
A windfall.
They could dilute it, raise margins, triple the profit if done right.
"Luca!" Henry nearly shouted. "You're a saint!"
Jimmy suppressed his excitement more carefully. "Just sit back and count money. You'll need a bigger refrigerator to store it all."
Luca smiled faintly.
He wasn't generous.
He was investing.
Part of that five hundred million would still go upward as tribute. Rules were rules.
But the rest?
A reasonable price for talent.
He opened the system panel.
__________________________________________________________________________
Character Card: Henry Hill – Rank C
Source: Goodfellas
Skill: Shameless Scoundrel
– +10% police trust during communication
– +40% police trust when testifying as an informant
Learning Requirement: Friend Bond + 20 Fragments
Bond: Friend.
Character Card: James 'Jimmy' Conway – Rank C
Source: Goodfellas
Skill: Greedy One
– +5% conversion rate of illicit income
– −10% probability of police investigation
– +15% bonus conversion rate after eliminating accomplices
Learning Requirement: Friend Bond + 20 Fragments
Bond: Familiar
___________________________________________________________________________
That fast?
The bond system had seven tiers: Stranger → Attention → Familiar → Friend → Close Friend → Partner → Symbiosis.
Apparently, throwing half a fortune at someone accelerated "Friend" status efficiently.
Though with Henry—
Luca suspected this was as deep as it would ever go. A man who betrayed everyone never truly opened himself to anyone.
Jimmy remained cautious. Still measuring.
Luca opened Henry's card.
[Spend 20 Skill Fragments to redeem "Shameless Scoundrel"?]
Yes.
[Redeem successful.]
Shameless Scoundrel:
+10% police trust during communication
+40% additional trust when testifying
Luca nodded slightly.
Very useful.
Especially in a city where federal agents were increasingly unpredictable.
Instead of returning directly to the bar, Luca stopped at a small pasta shop in the Bronx.
The owner doubled as an information broker—someone who knew how to contact a certain middleman.
Luca placed his pistol calmly on the table.
Invoking the Lucchese family name was enough.
He left with an address.
Leon's address.
But building a bond would not be easy.
Leon was reclusive. Illiterate. Lived alone. Trusted no one.
Matilda was sharp, volatile, shaped by abuse and isolation.
Both were difficult personalities.
Without a clear entry point, Luca decided not to interfere—yet.
Rare cards required patience.
He would wait for the right moment.
---
By the time Luca returned to the bar, night had fallen.
As soon as he stepped inside, he heard shouting.
Glass shattered.
"Damn it!"
"Shit!"
Marigio.
Luca stepped over broken bottles and approached.
"Boss."
"You're just in time!" Marigio barked. "Stansfield led a raid on our warehouse. Killed over a dozen of our men. Seized a millions worth of product!"
Luca paused a bit.
Yes.
That sounded like Stansfield.
Marigio gripped his shoulder.
"Kahn's gone. I kept my promise. Your name's been submitted. A few days, and you'll be a made man."
Then his voice hardened.
"But this—this is provocation. We have to respond. Kill Stansfield. Recover the goods. Show him we're not to be played with."
Luca hesitated slightly.
"He's federal."
Marigio waved dismissively. "Fifty."
"It's not about money."
"One million. And you recover what he took."
Luca straightened.
"Boss, you know I value peace."
Marigio blinked.
"Stansfield shattered the balance. He spilled blood and broke the rules. For the honor of the family—and the peace of New York—I'll remove him."
Silence.
Marigio stared at him.
"…Are you addicted to calling yourself a Peace Ambassador?"
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