America: Starting with the Last Liberty

Chapter 110: A Battleground (4K Chapter) (Bonus Chapter for Monthly Tickets)

A woman's intuition can be quite amazing sometimes.

Just like now, Sofia and Audrey confirmed that the other was a rival for love with just a word and a glance.

At this moment, Rosen was unaware that he had accidentally entered a chaotic scene. He casually pulled out a chair and sat down, only to see Audrey sit directly next to him.

Wow, isn't that a bit too proactive?

Well, Americans rarely know what restraint is; they only know that if they like someone, they should take the initiative to pursue them.

Including Swede Swifa, almost every woman Rosen encountered took the initiative to pursue him.

This is actually quite enjoyable; what man could resist a beautiful woman licking him?

"Mr. Rosen, how did you sleep last night? I couldn't sleep at all on my first day at the manor; look at my dark circles!"

As she spoke, Audrey brought her delicate face closer to Rosen.

Well, Sophia could tolerate Audrey sitting next to Rosen, but she couldn't stand Audrey's ambiguous behavior now.

Sofia interrupted Audrey by tapping the glass in front of her with a spoon, and glared at her.

"Dinner is ready, sit down!"

Originally, it was always Old Martin who announced when to start a meal, which represented the power of the Bonanno family head.

Now, Sophia has adapted to her position as the head of the family and has begun to exude an air of authority.

Hearing Sophia's words, Audrey pouted but still sat up straight.

Rosen wiped his sweat. He had indeed sensed Sophia's murderous aura, which made him somewhat absent-minded while eating breakfast.

Italian breakfasts are quite substantial, including smoked ham, olive oil, bread, and cheese.

There were even fried dough sticks and soy milk prepared especially for Lawson, which Sofia must have instructed the chef to learn how to make especially for him.

But Rosen had lost his usual appetite for breakfast; all he wanted now was to fill his stomach and leave this hellish place.

"Ahem! I'm full, I'll be going now!"

As soon as Rosen stood up, he found that someone was tugging at the hem of his clothes.

Turning my head, I saw Audrey's big, bright eyes.

"Mr. Rosen, I'm new to Los Angeles and don't know anything. Could you show me around?"

Instantly, Rosen sensed a murderous aura. Clearly, if he agreed to Audrey's request, something terrible might happen.

"Ms. Horn, I've only been in Los Angeles for a few months and I'm not very familiar with the area. If you'd like to go out for a walk, a guard can show you around. I can't, though; I have important business to attend to."

Rosen's intention to shirk responsibility was quite clear, but Audrey refused to give up.

"That's perfect! We can get to know this city together. Don't you think that's romantic?"

Click!

That's the sound of Eva eating fried dough sticks.

The group immediately turned their attention to Eva.

The fritters made by the Italian chef weren't very authentic; they were fried to a very crispy consistency, almost like giant French fries.

That's why Eva makes that sound when she bites it.

Eva was enjoying herself while eating melons, but she didn't expect that taking a bite of the fried dough stick would draw everyone's attention to her.

"Hmm? Don't worry about me, keep going!"

Aside from Lawson, who was caught up in the drama, everyone else was definitely enjoying the show.

Not only Eva, but the servants around her had also noticed the strange atmosphere at the dining table.

Fortunately, at that moment, an old man walked in; it was Leverti.

"Mr. Rosen, have you finished breakfast?"

There was an accident at Bonanno Manor yesterday, so Rosen didn't go to the gathering with Leverti.

There wasn't much going on today, so Leverti came straight over.

Upon seeing Leverti, Rosen felt like he had seen a savior.

"Leverti, you're finally here! Let's go, I can't wait to get going!"

With that, Rosen broke free from Audrey and walked toward Levitt.

Once Rosen left, the atmosphere in the restaurant returned to normal, except that Sophia and Audrey seemed to have lost their appetite.

Audrey cupped her face in her hands and drifted into a fantasy.

Sofia ate a few bites quickly and then left the table.

Rosen followed Lefferty to the neighborhood near Caltech.

"Levitt, is this also within the Bonanno family's sphere of influence?"

"Yes, this is the area under Mr. Costa's jurisdiction."

Rosen suddenly recalled what he had seen and heard from Blake at a nearby bar not long ago.

"Levitt, but I saw some guys with Irish accents selling things here before."

"Is this for real? That shouldn't be happening! The Irish mob's territory is mainly in Long Beach, how could they be here in St. Gabriel?"

Leverti looked puzzled, seemingly not quite believing it.

"It's true. If you don't believe me, ask the residents and students in this area. They should often see people with Irish accents selling drugs at the entrance of Caltech."

Having said that, Leverti became somewhat skeptical.

"Perhaps it was just the behavior of a few Irish people? The Irish have always been very bold."

"Perhaps. Maybe someone is working with the Irish from the inside?"

The conversation had gotten a little awkward at this point.

Leverti was just a nobody, no different from Phil and Dennis; they weren't qualified to participate in the power struggles at the top.

Even if they do participate, they'll probably only become a one-time pawn.

In fact, Phil and Dennis were manipulated by Francis.

Rosen learned from Alberto that Francis had been planning to transfer the Bonanno family's assets for a long time, and that the jewelry in the Pacific Standard Bank was leaked to Phil and Dennis by someone he had asked.

Only in this way would Old Martin choose to concentrate the wealth to facilitate Francis's next move.

In the end, Francis achieved his goal, while Phil and Dennis, his two pawns, ended up in jail, didn't earn any money, and even got a beating.

Having lived to such an old age, Leverti had long lost interest in power struggles; he simply lived day by day, content with a safe retirement.

So the old man didn't respond to Rosen's comment.

Shaking his head, Rosen realized that talking to Leverti about this was like casting pearls before swine.

Just then, Rosen received a phone call from an unknown number.

"Hello, this is Rosen."

"Rosen, this is Brian."

"Brian? Why did you change your number?"

"It's a bit complicated. Do you have time? We can talk about it in person."

Rosen looked at Leverti.

"I understand. Tell me a place, and I'll be there in a bit."

After hearing the address Brian gave him, Rosen hung up the phone.

"Mr. Rosen, if you have something to do, you don't need to worry about me."

"Okay, see you tomorrow, Leverti."

(Eva Korykowskia)

Brian Yorosen's place is a very remote movie theater.

Half of the movie theater's sign was missing, and there was no one inside. Rosen was puzzled as to how Brian had found such a strange movie theater.

Los Angeles is supposed to be the movie capital, so how can there be a place like this?

Just then, Rosen bought a movie ticket.

These small, remote cinemas usually only show older movies because the latest blockbusters are not available to theaters.

Digital movies weren't popular back then; cinemas used movie prints, and a single movie print was worth a lot of money.

After buying his ticket, Rosen put on his hostile sunglasses and entered the theater, only to find that there were hardly any people in the cinema.

There were only a few young couples embracing in the corner, probably looking for some fun.

Yeah, who would go to a movie theater like this to watch a movie?

This made Rosen's expression turn strange, but he still found a seat in the middle of the theater and sat down, next to a young man wearing a hoodie.

"Brian, why are you being so secretive? It's like a secret agent rendezvous."

That's right, the young man in the hoodie is Brian.

Brian's cold has clearly improved, but he hasn't shown up in the last few days and hasn't contacted the Toledo gang, which is very strange.

"Rosen, I might need to find a new job."

Rosen was somewhat surprised by these words.

Although Brian didn't admit it, Rosen had already confirmed that the other party was an undercover agent.

"What do you mean? Are you coming back, or are you just moving to a different place?"

Returning means returning to the police force, which is a good thing for Brian.

As for changing locations, it means that Brian changed his target and is no longer infiltrating Dominic's inner circle.

Brian remained silent for a moment before answering.

"It's just in a different place."

Indeed, being an undercover agent is no easy task.

Rosen had a rough idea of ​​Brian's situation. It must be because Brian made a choice that favored Rosen and Dominic during the Korean restaurant incident, which made his superior think that Brian was no longer suitable to continue infiltrating Dominic's circle, so he had him change his covert target.

Anyway, Brian hasn't been with Dominic for very long, and Los Angeles County is so big, changing targets won't cause any major problems.

But this made Brian uncomfortable.

After six months as an undercover agent, he finally achieved some results, only to be transferred to another location by his superior, forcing him to start all over again. Even Rosen would feel frustrated in that situation.

"Could you tell me where you were transferred to?"

Brian hesitated for a moment, but still gave an answer.

Long Beach.

"Irish gangsters? You're of Irish descent?"

The underground forces in Long Beach were mainly Irish and Black.

Brian's skin is so fair, there's no way he could have infiltrated a black gang unless his boss is insane.

However, the Irish are xenophobic, just like the Italians, or rather, the Americans divide themselves into groups based on ethnicity.

Black people usually only associate with other black people, Onsa people only befriend other Onsa people, and squid only accept people who are Jewish.

There is only one type of person who can break through this ethnic division: the wealthy.

In America, the wealthy are in a different circle.

"Yes, I have Irish ancestry; O'Connor is an Irish surname."

It really is!

Many Irish surnames begin with 0, such as O'Neill or O'Connor.

The meaning of these letters and symbols is actually that someone is the son of another person. For example, O'Connor is the son of Connor, and O'Neal is the son of Neal.

"Brian, since you're going to Long Beach, let me give you some information. It seems the Irish have made some kind of deal with Antonio Costa. I've seen quite a few Irish people active in the area near Caltech."

Brian looked at Rosen in surprise.

"Such a thing actually happened? Rosen, is it alright for you to tell me such important information?"

"I guess the Los Angeles Police Department around Caltech already knows about this, but I don't know why they haven't taken any action."

Brian didn't want to doubt his colleague's integrity, so he could only say something nice.

"Perhaps they're just playing the long game?"

"Perhaps so, but their actions undoubtedly disregarded the safety of those Caltech students."

These words silenced Brian. He had become a police officer, and an undercover one at that; he must have a sense of justice.

Rosen patted Brian on the shoulder.

"If you encounter any problems in the future, feel free to contact me, and I'll try my best to help you. Those people sitting in offices can't understand the feelings of us marginalized people; we can only help each other!"

These words struck a chord with Brian at that moment.

Brian was already dissatisfied with his superior's decision, and the similarity in their identities made him very moved.

However, between men, a thousand words can be summed up in a single word.

"Thanks!"

"Stay connected."

"I will! Rosen, if you encounter any trouble, feel free to contact me, I'll definitely help!"

I've been waiting for you to say that!

Through Rosen's hostile sunglasses, Brian's stance arc could already be seen turning blue, indicating that the other party had already regarded him as one of the Ironclad Brothers.

The second support character is about to be acquired!

The movie was really not good, and there were strange noises coming from the corner, making it extremely awkward for two men to watch a movie.

So soon Rosen and Brian left the theater one after the other.

As Rosen was leaving, he almost bumped into a fierce-looking old man, but the old man didn't hold it against him; he just glared at him menacingly.

The old man also bought a movie ticket, and without caring that the movie was already halfway through, he went straight into the theater.

About ten minutes later, a young man also walked into the movie theater to buy a ticket, which made the ticket seller unable to help but complain.

"It's strange, there are so many single men buying movie tickets today."

The ticket seller knew what kind of movie theater it was; most of the customers were couples looking for fun. For a small fee, they could enjoy air conditioning for over an hour and experience a special thrill, which was much more affordable than renting a hotel room.

The young man seemed to have sensed something.

"Are there many single men buying tickets today?"

"Yeah, you're the fourth one now, but the first two have already left. By the way, do you want some popcorn?"

The young man wore a thoughtful expression.

"One serving, please. A small one will do."

A young man carrying a small portion of popcorn entered the theater and arrived at a cinema similar to those in Lawson and Brian's.

There was already an old man sitting there, so the young man sat down next to him.

The old man suddenly spoke while watching the movie on the screen.

"Was your trip smooth?"