America: Starting with the Last Liberty

Chapter 104 Is this the attitude of the police in handling cases? (4K)

Once the Los Angeles Police Department enters Bonanno Estate, Francis will no longer be able to hide.

But if Francis falls into the hands of the Los Angeles Police Department, it's better to just kill him.

Rosen looked down at Francis, who was lying on the ground, and asked a question.

"Mr. Richie, do you want to live or die?"

Francis tilted his head and looked at Rosen.

"What do you mean?"

"Your last chance is to return the Bonanno family's funds, and then I'll hand you over to the Los Angeles Police Department."

Francis shook his head.

"The result is the same; it's just a matter of dying sooner or later."

This guy had clearly made up his mind to take all that money with him to his grave.

Rosen shook his head, took out a handkerchief, picked up a Castro gang submachine gun from the ground, and aimed it at Francis.

Are you sure?

Francis closed his eyes and stopped speaking, which was a clear indication that he had acquiesced.

However, Rosen ultimately did not pull the trigger; he was prepared to squeeze every last drop of value out of Francis.

"Ms. Korykosova, please keep an eye on him for me. I'll be back in a bit."

Rosen found an empty room to observe the movements of the Los Angeles Police Department and discovered that they were ready to take action.

Realizing he didn't have much time, Rosen immediately took out his phone and dialed a number.

Is Uncle home today?

"My uncle is in the hospital. Rosen, why are you calling me all of a sudden?"

"Neil, I want to make a deal with you."

"What kind of deal?"

"I wonder if the FBI is interested in Francis Rich."

"Wow? Francis Rich is with you?"

"Hmm! But Francis Richie won't be here with me soon, so you'd better make a decision quickly."

Neil's breathing became rapid instantly. Francis Richie was the Bonanno family's strategist, who had managed many family affairs. Capturing him was tantamount to capturing evidence of the Bonanno family's crimes.

Breaking the Bonanno family's criminal network would be a major achievement, and Neil couldn't resist the temptation.

Trying to make his tone more normal, Neil asked Rosen.

"Rosen, what do you want?"

"I can continue to be an undercover agent for you as a full-fledged FBI employee, but I need an identity and I need to see the files."

"Rosen, you need to understand that becoming an FBI agent requires rigorous testing. I don't have the authority to grant you that position! But I can offer you more intelligence funding. How about $5?"

This time, Neil didn't make empty promises to Rosen, mainly because he was worried that Rosen would see through his lies and cause the deal to fall through.

However, a mere $5 intelligence fee is somewhat disrespectful to Rosen.

You must know that Rosen has the backing of the wealthy heiress Sofia; as long as old Martin dies—

No, America's estate tax is so high, we still need to transfer the assets to Sofia's name before old Martin dies, so as not to benefit the federal government.

"Neil, all I want is an FBI identity."

"That's simply impossible; your background would be very difficult to pass the review!"

"3".

"You can't just walk into the FBI!"

2.

"I've already forged your personal identification information. If it gets discovered—"

"1".

"Fine! Fine! Rosen, you win! I'll take care of the FBI staffing issue for you!"

"How long?"

"Three months. I'll help you solve this problem in three months!"

"Neil, I've always trusted you, and I hope you won't let me down."

Rosen's relaxed tone greatly displeased Neil.

"Damn it, who's the upline and who's the downline between us?"

"Neil, does this matter? The key is that you can get intelligence, get promoted, and make a fortune! Everything else is secondary!"

These words barely managed to suppress Neil's dissatisfaction.

"I have another piece of good news for you. I've become a full member of the Bonanno family. We can work together from the inside to solve this case. I might have to call you the head of the intelligence agency then."

Currently, Neil is a Senior Special Agent, just like Sean Arthur, but he is one Assistant Special Agent in Charge away from becoming the Special Agent in Charge.

Rosen's words were clearly meant to flatter Neil, but Neil seemed to enjoy it.

Perhaps the Joker Ace is also playing a role here.

"The Bonanno family case probably isn't enough for me to become the head of the intelligence service, but it should be fine for me to become the assistant head of the intelligence service."

"Alright then, Assistant Agent Director Neil, you'd better get to Bonanno Manor quickly, or Francis Richie will be taken away by the Los Angeles Police Department."

Neil quickly realized something was wrong.

"What did you say? Francis Richie is at Bonanno Manor? Then where are you?"

"I'm also at Bonanno Manor."

"Watfuck! You always knew where Francis Richie was, but you only told me now!"

"Neil, if you keep talking, your position as assistant special agent supervisor will be out of reach! I see the LAPD starting to break down the door! I'll do everything I can to stall for time, you'd better get here right now!"

After saying that, Rosen hung up the phone.

Neil was furious on the other end of the phone, wishing he could teleport directly to Bonanno Manor and have a real-life showdown with Rosen, although he would most likely be beaten up by Rosen, who had the Iron Man Ace.

However, Rosen's words were not wrong, and Neil had to seize this opportunity.

On the other side, the well-prepared Los Angeles police, under Quinn's command, had already begun their assault, but when they broke down the door, they only found the wounded man who had been tied up and two handsome men and beautiful women.

"LAPD, drop your weapons immediately!"

"Hey, didn't you see we weren't carrying any weapons?"

Rosen and Eva had already given the French military salute and showed no intention of resisting.

Eva's service weapon was already on Rosen. Her identity was rather special, and it would be troublesome if she were suspected by the Los Angeles Police Department.

So after discussing it, the two of them attributed all the victories to Rosen.

The Los Angeles police officers who entered were shocked by the scene before them. Quinn frantically searched for Billy among the bound men, only relaxing when he saw that Billy was not among them.

"Did you two do all this?"

"To be precise, it was something I did with the guards; I'm Mrs. Bonanno's bodyguard."

It's quite frightening that one person could take down more than a dozen people, so Rosen didn't mind sharing the credit with several guards.

Kunnan fell silent, and the young man beside him spoke.

"Take everyone back first!"

"Wait a minute! We were acting in self-defense! Why are we going to the police station? Didn't you see the guard who was killed?"

Rosen had started stalling for time, but the young man wasn't buying it.

Whether there's a problem or not can only be determined after a police investigation, not by you!

Rosen tried to stall for time, but a group of police officers were already approaching him.

Just then, Sophia's cool voice came from the stairs.

"Is this how the police handle cases?"

Sofia slowly descended the escalator, followed by her two guards.

Well, these two guards aren't very brave, but they're enough to fill a gap. They don't look like good people at all.

"Officer, we've been inexplicably invaded by these criminals, why are we being interrogated by you?"

The young man's attitude changed instantly when he saw the beautiful and elegant Sofia.

"Madam, this is just a formality."

But Sofia didn't see it that way. She felt that the Los Angeles police wanted to take her man away, which she absolutely could not allow.

"Really? Maybe I should talk to the community council about tonight's events, and tell them that the Los Angeles Police Department is so slow to respond and doesn't even allow self-defense."

Most communities in America have community committees, which are somewhat similar to the neighborhood committees at the University of Tokyo.

However, America's community council is quite powerful; they can often decide who can live in the community and who should move out.

If the community council doesn't welcome you, it will be difficult to buy a house in that community, even if you have money.

For example, Black people shouldn't even think about living in white neighborhoods, and many old-money neighborhoods don't really welcome nouveau riche moving in either.

This essentially brings the culture of cliques into the open.

The young man's expression changed. Sophia was using her power to intimidate him, preparing to use the community committee to force him into submission.

Just as he was about to speak, the older police officer, Kunnan, stopped the young man.

"Colin, say less! Mrs. Bonanno, we just want this gentleman to cooperate with the investigation."

"Then don't treat him like a prisoner! He deserves respect!"

Sophia looked at Rosen, her gaze softening instantly.

(Colin Sullivan)

Kunan and Colin both felt a bit frustrated, but there was nothing they could do; America was a country for the rich.

All laws, regulations, and systems serve the wealthy. Even the president can't do anything about those conglomerates, so what can two lowly policemen do?

(This is where this picture comes in.)

"Ms. Bonanno, we'll follow the rules; we just need this gentleman's cooperation. By the way, are all the intruders here?"

Rosen answered Kunnan.

"One of them escaped. I don't know if the Los Angeles police saw him when they came in."

That's definitely not visible. When Quinn was giving instructions, he deliberately left an opening for Billy so that he could escape smoothly.

Quinn frowned slightly. Apart from Billy, Francis Ritchie was also nowhere to be seen at the scene.

So Kunnan quickly came up with an excuse.

"That guy might still be hiding inside the villa, Dick. Have some men search it!"

"Yes, sir!"

Dick, Quinn's second-in-command, was about to lead his men into action when Rosen stopped him.

"Officer, do you have a search warrant?"

"We're helping to find dangerous individuals, isn't a search warrant necessary?"

Kunnan tried to argue, but Rosen wasn't about to let him get away with it.

"I'm sorry, officer, but the villa contains many antiques and trade secrets. It wouldn't be good if Mrs. Bonanno suffered any damage from any minor accident. It's better to have legal documents. Besides, we dealt with the dangerous individuals ourselves; you didn't do anything!"

Kunnan's expression froze. If they didn't catch Francis, it would be a waste of Billy's intelligence.

"Sir, our Los Angeles Police Department's search procedures are very professional. We guarantee that nothing will be damaged; we're just looking for someone."

Rosen shook his head.

"If guarantees were useful, what would be the point of a contract? Your guarantees are worthless, officer."

Even though Kunnan was a good-natured and easy-going person, he became somewhat angry upon hearing this.

But at that moment, a policeman ran over and whispered something in Kunnan's ear.

"What did you say? The FBI is here? How do they know what's going on here?"

Kunnan was furious. He was about to get the credit, but someone stole it. Who could stand that?

The FBI doesn't care about these things; federal police have more authority than county and state police, especially in smaller areas.

Although the LAPD is also very wealthy, it can't compare to the FBI.

So Neil quickly forced his way in.

"Hey, isn't this Officer Kunan? It's been a long time!"

To everyone's surprise, Neil knew Quinn and greeted the old man with a big smile.

However, Kunnan was not in such a good mood, and he glared angrily at Neil.

"Neil, what does the FBI mean by this?"

"What do you mean? I'm just here to arrest a fugitive. Someone reported that Alberto Bruno, one of the masterminds behind the murder at the Korean restaurant, is in this villa, so I'm here to investigate. Is there a problem?"

Kunnan opened his mouth. It was indeed Neil who handled the case of the Korean restaurant, and he certainly had a reason to come to Bonanno Manor.

Neil then looked at Rosen, his eyes showing some displeasure. He was still annoyed that Rosen had withheld information.

"Sir, could you tell me where Alberto Bruno is?"

"You mean Alberto? He was killed by the invaders. Shall I take you to see the scene?"

"Please."

A few minutes later, Neil and the FBI brought Francis Rich out.

Seeing Neil preparing to take Francis Rich away, Quinn panicked, while Colin, standing nearby, also tried to stop Neil.

"This is the suspect we're looking for!"

"Yours?"

Neil glanced at Colin.

"The FBI has evidence that Mr. Francis Ritchie was involved in planning the murder at the Korean restaurant; he is also a suspect. Move aside!"

Colin didn't say that the Los Angeles Police Department might be afraid of rich people, but not the FBI.

Moreover, taking a tough stance against the FBI could also earn Colin greater prestige.

However, Neil was prepared, and soon an FBI agent jogged over and handed him a document.

"This is the arrest warrant issued by the court. Would you like me to read it to you?"

It turns out that after Rosen hung up the phone, Neil not only gathered people to rush to Malibu, but also had someone get an arrest warrant from the judge, successfully catching Quinn off guard.

Now, the Los Angeles Police Department has no reason to stop Neil and the FBI.

"Gentlemen, why don't you come with me to the FBI building? Don't worry, the FBI's coffee is excellent."

Sofia wanted to speak, but Rosen gave her a look, and she immediately shut her mouth.

Under the watchful eyes of all the Los Angeles police officers, Neil swaggered back to the FBI building with Francis Rich and Rosen, leaving only Sofia and Eva, two seemingly harmless women, inside the villa.

Oh, and there's the unconscious intruder on the ground; Neil hasn't gone too far yet.

"Sir, what do we do now?"

Kunnan, unable to contain his anger, glared at his assistant, Dick.

"What else can we do? Take these suspects back to the police station. Do I need to teach you that?"