Hate to break it to you, my friend... but.. the great Chong is no longer with us. 

https://mafiareturns.com/news/uprofile.php?id=1403083

He was murdered not too long ago. It appears you are unable to achieve your mission, as someone better than you already did. 
Maybe try another hobby, such as grave robbing Chong? 

I mean, some may strive to be the best at lock picking. That takes too much effort with not enough prestige. You could try to be the first person to survive suicide. Some say that every 100,000 mafioso souls that commit suicide, one soul is hand selected by the Mafia Devils. That soul then returns to this life with added abilities to kill, and skin so thick, its impenetrable by most bullets. 

Have you considered assturbating then? It's apparently getting a lot of popularity in Germany. 

Antonio was going for a stroll out in the streets when he comes across a concerning conversation. Listening for a bit, he can't decide whether to be ashamed or disturbed. With conflicting feelings he decides to shake his head, say a prayer and continue on about his day

*BAP BAP BAP BRRRAP BAP*

DBCooper's Tommy Gun rings out. "That is enough of this nonsense," he shouts.

The streets go silent. All eyes are on DB. He begins to shout again, "This is the god damn streets, and I am DBCooper! I was on my way to catch a plane, when all of your babbling struck a nerve. Now I feel the need to remind everyone what the streets are about!"

*BAP BAP BAP BRRRAP BAP*

The Tommy Gun rings out again. "Everyone on the god damn ground and empty your pockets!" DB proceeded to collect the measly cash with one hand, while the other fit snugly around the Tommy Gun. "This is pathetic! If you would be hoods spent more time working and less time babbling then I would have had a decent score here. This chump change wont be enough.. not nearly enough."

DB quickly turns around, swinging the Tommy Gun with precision and authority. Something has caught his eye. He shakes his head, and returns his attention to his captive audience.

"I am off to catch a plane.  The next time I catch you guys standing around clucking like some hens I wont be so nice."

All of a sudden a black Cadillac comes screeching around the corner. The suicide door pops open as it gets closer. DB swiftly jumps on. One hand on the door jam, the other gripped on that Tommy Gun he seems to love so much. As he mysteriously vanishes down the street his gun rings out once more.

*BAP BAP BAP BRRRAP BLAP BLAP*