America: Starting with the Last Liberty

Chapter 112 Eavesdropping on 4K

It was a completely accidental incident, but Megan took advantage of it and even released her little goldfish, wanting to have a showdown with Rosen.

Megan, as a news anchor, is quite good at both oral skills and lung capacity, second only to the beautiful boss among the women Rosen has kissed.

Moreover, Megan's goldfish were incredibly agile, making them extremely difficult for Lawson to catch. It's no wonder he makes a living by talking.

After a long while, Megan, her face flushed, pushed Rosen away; she had almost suffocated.

As a result, Megan almost fell over again because she was dizzy from lack of oxygen, but fortunately, Rosen caught her in time.

Megan's face turned even redder, the redness spreading from her cheeks all the way down to her neck.

"Rosen, don't misunderstand, I was just thanking you for saving me last time, I never expected—"

"I understand, I understand! After you help me this time, I should be able to repay the favor I did for you last time."

These words left Megan somewhat disappointed.

"Is it just about repaying a favor?"

"What else could it be? You help me, I help you, and that's how we build relationships, right?"

Megan realized that Rosen already knew her feelings and was just teasing her.

This prompted Megan, who has a somewhat strong personality, to step on Rosen's foot.

"screw you!"

After saying that, Megan turned and left, her retreating figure revealing a hint of embarrassment even from behind.

He shook his head. If Megan could help, it would solve one of Rosen's problems, and he could take this opportunity to introduce his other identity.

After leaving the coffee shop, Rosen thought for a moment and decided to call Neil.

Francis was shot and killed, and the credit he was about to claim was gone. This guy might try to renege on his promise, so Rosen needs to keep an eye on him.

Is Uncle home today?

"My aunt and uncle are in the hospital, which is really frustrating."

You could tell from the tone of his voice when he spoke the code that Neil was in a very bad mood.

"Commander Neil, you don't seem to be in a good mood!"

"You're asking a question you already know the answer to. Just say what you have to say, or you'll have to get to the point. I have a meeting soon!"

Neil's attitude in the office was extremely hostile, which shows the impact of Francis's shooting on him.

For many people, the most painful thing is to be given beautiful hope, and then have that hope shattered.

Neil is in this situation now. After all, he was on the verge of a promotion and a raise, but Francis was murdered.

If Neil knew who did this, he would definitely shoot that guy with a machine gun without hesitation.

Unfortunately, the perpetrator of the Mercy Hospital shooting was very professional. He escaped quickly after the killing. There were too few FBI agents at the scene, and the hospital was in a state of chaos, so the perpetrator was never caught.

"Oh, I see. I had some good news to tell you, but it seems you don't want to hear it. I'll hang up now~"

"Wait! Don't hang up yet! Rosen, Mr. Rosen, Agent Rosen, what good news do you have?"

Neil clearly showed that Francis's death was a foregone conclusion, but people still had to look forward, so the speed at which he turned around surprised Rosen.

They have an incredibly thick skin!

"Don't call me Agent Rosen, after all, I haven't even seen his file."

Neil understood Rosen's meaning; the other party was clearly urging him to get his identity file sorted out.

"Ahem! I'm already working on it, but it'll take some time! Rosen, why don't you tell me what else you've discovered?"

"Alright, Neil, I'll give you some information first. Before Francis was captured by the Bonanno family, he secretly transferred some ledgers, and now the Bonanno family's higher-ups are looking for these ledgers; they must be very important."

These words instantly made Neil's breathing quicken; the ledger offered just too many possibilities for interpretation.

The account book is definitely real. Not only did the errand report show it, but Sophia also mentioned it to Rosen last night after he returned to Bonanno Manor.

Yesterday afternoon, Luca Pastore heard about Francis's situation and immediately checked the study, whereupon he discovered that several crucial account books were missing.

It's obvious that Francis hid the item, most likely inside the St. Martin's Bank.

"Rosen, you must find these ledgers before the Bonanno family's higher-ups!"

"We'll see. I haven't been very motivated at work lately, you know what I mean?"

Neil's expression instantly became conflicted. The ledger that Rosen mentioned was clearly very important and might be able to crack the Bonanno family's criminal network in one fell swoop.

However, unless Rosen obtains the FBI's identity file, they clearly won't hand over the ledger.

"Rosen, you should get that ledger first. I'll definitely help you with the identity file issue; you have to trust me!"

"Hmm! Of course I believe you, otherwise I wouldn't have made this call."

Both sides were making empty promises to each other. Realizing that the call had been going on for a while, Neil glanced at his watch.

"I have to go to a meeting, I'm hanging up now."

After hanging up the phone, Neil instantly felt motivated again.

"As long as we can get our hands on that ledger—"

With his hopes for a promotion and a raise rekindled, Neil was already quite impatient.

As soon as Neil opened the office door, he suddenly found Sean Arthur standing right outside.

"Arthur? What are you doing here?"

"Ahem! I just came to remind you that it's time for the meeting."

Neil looked at Sean suspiciously; the other man's expression was somewhat strange, and he quickly made a judgment.

"Were you eavesdropping?"

"What are you talking about? Why would I be eavesdropping? I just happened to be passing by and saw you weren't coming out, so I thought I'd give you a heads-up."

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Neil wouldn't believe such nonsense; he always assumed the worst about others.

"Arthur, trying to pull some tricks, huh? Let me tell you, you'll never beat me!"

With that, Neil turned and headed toward the meeting room with his meeting materials.

Sean watched Neil's departing figure with a solemn expression.

"This guy was like a stray dog ​​this morning, how come he's suddenly all fired up?"

Neil was right; Sean had indeed been eavesdropping, but because the FBI office was very well soundproofed, he only vaguely heard a few words.

"Files—ledgers—what exactly do these things mean?"

Unable to come up with an answer, Sean decided to keep an eye on Neil. It was obvious that the guy had obtained some new information, which was why he was so excited.

"Let's go to the meeting first. Hopefully, we'll hear some good news at today's meeting."

FBI Building, Conference Room One.

The meeting room was already full, with about thirty people.

The lowest-ranking among these people were senior agents; interns like Jane Banner had no right to participate in the meeting.

Since the participants in the meeting are all of high rank, the person who chairs the meeting must naturally be of even higher rank.

Today's meeting was chaired by the director of the FBI's Los Angeles field office.

"Courtney, is everyone here?"

An elderly man with gray hair, around fifty years old, looked at the elderly man next to him with completely white hair.

Courtney stood up, counted the sea of ​​men in suits in the room, and nodded.

"Chief Cole, everyone who was notified to attend the meeting has arrived."

"Very well, let's officially begin the meeting then."

The man named Cole stood up and turned on the projector in the conference room.

(Gordon Cole, played by David Lynch)

The curtain displayed key members of the Bonanno family and key members of the Irish mafia, as well as a photograph of Francis at the time of his death.

"The theme of this meeting is a series of events surrounding the Mafia and the Irish mafia."

Cole's gaze swept over all the senior FBI agents present, his expression extremely serious.

"From the murder of Martin Luther King Jr. to the recent Francis Ford Shooting, these gangsters' methods have become increasingly outrageous. The FBI can no longer stand idly by!"

Next, Cole used the remote control to switch between images in the PowerPoint presentation, all of which were screenshots of recent news from Los Angeles media, many of which criticized the FBI and the Los Angeles Police Department for inaction.

After seeing these pictures, all the detectives on site frowned.

"You've all seen what people are saying about us, haven't you? I don't care what methods you use, this situation must change within a month. I don't want to see gangland shootouts on the front page anymore! Do you understand what I mean?"

Cole's gaze swept over the agents, and they all lowered their heads, except for Neil, who kept his head up.

This caught Cole's attention.

"Neil, is something on your mind?"

Neil quickly stood up.

"Chief, my informant recently discovered something, and the other side wants to trade it to me, but the conditions of the trade are—"

Cole understood what Neil meant; the terms of the deal must have been beyond his control for him to bring it up.

"Is that thing important?"

"This will definitely give the FBI more confidence in front of the media!"

Colton became interested when Neil said that.

"Then come find me later. Does anyone else have any ideas?"

With Neil taking the lead, the other senior agents were not willing to be mere figureheads and all offered their opinions.

Some say the raids were carried out in the territories of the Bonanno family and the Irish mafia, while others say it involved sending undercover agents into these two groups.

However, most of the suggestions either only address the symptoms and not the root cause, or they are not effective in the short term.

Several hours later, the meeting ended, and everyone left conference room number one exhausted, leaving only Neil and Cole inside.

Although Sean was eager to know what information Neil had, he didn't dare eavesdrop on the director's conversation, so he went back to Jane Banner to plan further investigations into Neil's sources of information.

"Agent Neil, what exactly does that person want?"

"Chief, he wants FBI credentials."

"You want FBI credentials? Not to have your criminal record cleared?"

Most informants are criminals themselves, and a major reason they cooperate with the police or the FBI is to clear their criminal records.

Of course, some people also do it because they are short of money and therefore want to pay informant fees.

The problem is that the informant fees for the police and the FBI are limited, which is definitely not enough to meet the needs of most informants.

Therefore, many informants commit crimes while simultaneously reporting to the police or the FBI, and even using the power of both to eliminate dissidents.

Cole took out a finger cigar, trimmed it with the cigar cutter beside him, and then put it in his mouth.

Neil quickly took out a lighter and lit a cigar for the chief.

Cole took a deep breath and then exhaled a large amount of smoke through his nose.

"What did he discover?"

"The ledgers, the Bonanno family's ledgers!"

Upon hearing this, Cole's expression also turned to surprise.

"Agent Neil, is he now a formal member of the Bonanno family?"

"Yes, he just recently became a full member of the Bonanno family."

"How could he possibly have access to such confidential information?"

"He said that when Francis took control of the Bonanno family, he secretly moved some important ledgers, and now the Bonanno family's top brass are looking for these ledgers."

Cole nodded; he roughly understood the situation.

"Is this informant's information reliable?"

Neil hesitated for a moment, but still answered Cole.

"The credibility is quite high; he provided Francis's location."

These words surprised Cole even more.

"Is that so? This guy's pretty capable! We can agree to his offer; the FBI needs someone like him!"

"Chief, this guy was just an illegal immigrant a few months ago, and he was Asian."

For reasons that cannot be discussed, there are very few Asian members within the FBI.

The majority of FBI agents are white, with a smaller number of Black agents. The number of Asian FBI agents is likely greater than the number of Indian FBI agents.

BI is even rarer.

Cole tapped the table and pondered for a moment before making a decision.

"An illegal immigrant is unlikely to be a spy. At worst, we can conduct a political review on him. Agree to his request; I'll personally handle his identity file issue, provided that the ledger is really that important!"

Neil was immediately delighted to receive Cole's promise.

"Yes, Chief, I'll contact him right away!"

Cole patted Neil's arm.

"Neil, you've been doing really well lately! Keep it up, and make sure you do this perfectly!"

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"Yes, Chief!"

Meanwhile, Sean had already returned to his office when trainee agent Jane Banner came to his door.

"Sir, this is the latest intelligence."

Jane was carrying a large number of documents and placed them on Sean's desk. Just as she was about to leave, Sean suddenly called her back.

"Jane, wait a minute, I need you to do something for me!"

"Sir, what is it?"

"I need you to monitor Nathan Neal's movements!"

"What? Sir, are you serious?"

Jane stared at Sean in disbelief.

"Listen, Jane, I suspect Nathan Neal has illicit dealings with high-ranking members of the Bonanno family. Otherwise, where would he get so much crucial intelligence?"

This suspicion is somewhat reasonable; Jane also has some doubts about Neil's recent sources of intelligence.

"But, but I'm just a trainee agent, I'm not sure if Neil will discover my tracking abilities."

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"Jane, I will give you special training. Believe in yourself, you can do it!"

(Jane Banner)