America: Starting with the Last Liberty

Chapter 118 Gotham's Boy Band 4K

Sean was speechless. It was indeed he who first plotted against Neil and then arranged for Jane to block Rosen.

"Alright, let's leave it at that. What's your name, sir?"

"Rosen".

"Mr. Rosen, have you been providing intelligence to Nathan Neal all along?"

"You've already found me, why are you still asking this kind of question?"

Sean smiled, his previously very serious face softening considerably.

"Mr. Rosen, you are indeed no ordinary person. No wonder you were able to help that idiot Neil solve the case."

Neil is indeed quite incompetent; many times, even when Rosen has already fed him, he still spits it out.

For example, in the case of Francis Richie, this guy only sent two FBI agents to take Francis to the hospital, and Francis was killed by a mob hitman all by himself.

This really left Rosen speechless. He had originally planned to show off to Francis after completing his mission at St. Martin, but now that fun was ruined.

At most, I can only laugh a few times at Francis's grave.

However, such a poor start also means that Rosen has better control over the other party, and the identity file of the trainee FBI agent is the best result.

"Thank you for the compliment. I wonder what brings this anonymous gentleman to me in such a big way?"

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"You can call me Sean Arthur. Would you be interested in working with me? I'm different from Neil; I'm extremely professional!"

The fact that Sean Arthur and Jane Banner were able to find Rosen so quickly shows that the two are indeed quite professional.

No, it should be that Sean Arthur is quite professional, while Jane can only be described as having both ability and good looks, being both professional and good-looking.

Rosen thought Jane was probably an intern, and that she had probably been practicing for less than two and a half years.

However, the level of professionalism of the platform was not important to Lawson; he valued the potential profits more.

"Mr. Arthur, I don't really care who I cooperate with, the key is what that person can give me."

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Rosen stated his position directly, and Sean nodded in agreement.

"Of course! I can definitely give you what you want, so can you tell me what deal you made with Neil this time?"

Rosen looked at Sean with amusement; it turned out the other man was also after the ledger.

The Bonanno family's ledgers are indeed crucial evidence; obtaining them could potentially dismantle this Mafia family.

However, no matter how nice Sean's words sound, he couldn't possibly offer better terms than those provided by the FBI.

"Mr. Arthur, I have reached a deal with Neil and there will be no changes. Perhaps our cooperation can be postponed to another time."

Sean frowned.

"Can you tell me why?"

"The terms Neil offered this time are ones I can't refuse, so I won't break the contract."

Sean's brow quickly relaxed, and he didn't ask what conditions Neil had offered.

"Oh, I see! No problem, we'll have many more opportunities to collaborate."

As he spoke, Sean extended his hand to Rosen.

There are indeed many opportunities for collaboration, and perhaps the next time we meet, we'll be colleagues.

So Rosen did not refuse to shake hands with Sean.

There's an old saying at Tokyo University: "Having more friends means having more paths to take." I've never minded making friends.

"Ha! Is this the ancient philosophy from the East? These are my and Jane's phone numbers. If you can't reach me, you can contact Jane."

Sean handed over a slip of paper with a name and phone number written on it.

"I will. I hope that next time we meet, it will be in a more amicable way."

After saying that, Rosen got out of the car.

Watching Rosen's figure disappear around the corner, Sean turned to look at Jane.

"Jane, how exactly did he catch you?"

Jane recounted, somewhat embarrassed, how she was captured.

"Huh, this guy even has a bulletproof suit. Just who is he?"

At first, Sean thought Rosen was just a well-informed informant, but now it seems that the other party is clearly not that simple.

"Let's go, we'll investigate this guy again later."

"Sir, I realize my shortcomings, and perhaps I should continue my training."

"Jane, your logical thinking skills are actually quite good; what you lack is the ability to adapt to changing situations. Accumulating more experience in frontline work will help you improve."

"But sir, I don't want to implicate my colleagues! If that Rosen is a bad guy, the consequences would be unimaginable!"

Indeed, Rosen had just kidnapped Jane and then ambushed Sean.

Rosen was perfectly capable of killing both of them outright.

After thinking for a moment, Sean nodded in agreement.

"Alright, since you're asking, I can give you an opportunity to go to headquarters for further training."

Jane breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you, sir. I will definitely change!"

"Jane, actually, given your family's financial situation—"

"Sir, I changed my name and joined the FBI because I didn't want to rely on my family's wealth!"

Jane's expression was incredibly resolute, leaving Sean somewhat helpless.

"Whatever makes you happy."

On the other side, after confirming once again that no one was following him, Rosen found his car and headed straight for the Zangie Vicky bar.

The sun hadn't completely set yet, but it was actually already six o'clock in the evening.

In summer, the sun often doesn't set completely until seven or eight o'clock in the morning in Los Angeles.

So there were already quite a few customers in the Sanjiviki bar.

Svefa was listlessly tending to the bar when she saw Rosen come in, and her beautiful eyes immediately lit up.

"Rosen, you're here!"

"Elbow, come inside with me!"

Without a word, Rosen dragged Svefa into the bar's backstage area, where the beautiful female owner noticed that Rosen's eyes seemed to be spitting fire.

The fearless Swedish Valkyrie suddenly recalled the horrific scene from her first battle.

"Wait! Rosen, what are you doing? I need to look after the business!"

"Let Tom (the bartender who previously relayed Rosen's message) look after the business outside for now!"

"Rosen, explain yourself first! I... I'm scared!"

Seeing the 1.85-meter-tall woman make such a timid expression only made Rosen more agitated.

Rosen pulled Swifa directly into the other party's office.

"Lincy, I've been a bit irritable lately!"

Being flirted with by several beautiful women every day, yet unable to do anything about it, Rosen naturally became very angry.

Seeing the terrifying look in Rosen's eyes, Svefa knew that a fierce battle was inevitable, and immediately offered to help ease the tension.

"Rosen, don't worry! Let me cool you down first!"

As she spoke, Svefa squatted down.

The ice and snow in the frigid Nordic regions can indeed help lower the temperature, but unfortunately, the temperature in Lawson has already reached its limit.

Even the frigid winds from the Arctic Circle couldn't cool Rosen down.

So, after moving around a bit, Rosen pinned Svefa down.

The beautiful female boss turned around helplessly and deliberately bit a towel with her mouth.

"Let's begin—um!"

(Lincy Sweefer)

"Currently, a tropical depression is rapidly approaching California from the Pacific Ocean and is expected to make landfall in Los Angeles County at 3:00 PM. Residents are advised to prepare for the storm."

The weather forecaster's sweet voice came from the tape recorder, but the content wasn't so pleasant.

"Mia, did you hear that? A storm is going to hit soon!"

The bank clerk, who was making coffee, looked worried.

At this moment, the sky outside the window was filled with lightning and thunder, and dark clouds, looking like a storm was about to break.

It hasn't started raining yet, but it should be soon.

"Jessica, it's the same every year, aren't you used to it?"

Mia absentmindedly ground coffee beans; today was a very important day for her.

Los Angeles is in a very good location, at a latitude similar to Jiangsu, so hurricanes rarely visit this City of Angels; they usually only reach the level of tropical storms at most.

In contrast, Mexico is in a much worse situation, with hurricanes making landfall almost every year.

"Yeah, but I still hate it! Why can't we have a holiday? Who would do business at the bank in this weather?"

Jessica complained, clearly the terrible weather was seriously affecting her mood.

"Shh! Keep your voice down, don't let the general manager hear!"

"Come on, what could he hear in this thunder and lightning? Ever since that guy became general manager—never mind, I'm going out now."

Despite saying that, Jessica kept quiet, took her coffee, and left the lounge.

One advantage of this extreme weather is that there are few customers, so the bank employees are relatively idle.

With her back to the camera in the lounge, Mia frequently took out her phone to check, making sure she hadn't missed any information, before leaving the lounge with a steaming hot Americano.

As soon as Mia stepped outside, she ran into Lopez, who was carrying a bag.

"Good morning, General Manager!"

"Hi, Mia. Making coffee?"

Upon seeing the beautiful and youthful Mia, Lopez couldn't help but reveal his greasy expression again.

"Yes."

Seeing Lopez's lewd expression, Mia instinctively stepped back.

"The weather's nice today, wanna go for a drive?"

Mia looked at Lopez speechlessly; this thunderous weather was anything but pleasant.

"General Manager, I still have to go to work!"

"Oh, right, you have to go to work! Go tell the receptionist that you can leave an hour early today."

Lopez didn't seem to care about being rejected; he had just casually mentioned that he actually had plans with someone else that day.

"Yes, General Manager."

Lopez continued walking out of the bank, and Mia could sense a sleazy, greasy aura emanating from his back.

"Fuck! I almost spilled my coffee on him!"

After seeing Lopez walk out of the St. Martin Bank and get into his car, Mia turned around and walked back to her post, taking out her phone along the way to compose a text message and send it out.

By 3 p.m., the tropical storm had officially made landfall in downtown Los Angeles, with Long Beach bearing the brunt.

The Bank of St. Martin, located just over 20 kilometers from the coastline, was also greatly affected.

Meanwhile, several people appeared in the sewers near the St. Martin's Bank.

"Mr. Blasco, are you sure this is the place?"

A man wearing a clown mask asked a man wearing a two-faced mask in a deep voice.

Both men were wearing suits with raincoats over them.

"There's no mistake, Jack. I've double-checked the sewer line and even tested it with an ultrasonic thickness gauge; it's definitely here!"

An ultrasonic thickness gauge is an instrument that measures distance using the principle of ultrasonic pulse reflection. It is typically used in the fields of engineering and construction.

The thickness of a concrete wall can be measured directly using ultrasound, and the accuracy is quite high.

"How thick is this wall?"

"What thickness does the thickness gauge give?"

"3 meters! This wall is 3 meters thick!"

"Let's prepare for a 4-meter distance, everyone get to work!"

Standing next to the Joker and Two-Face are three other people dressed similarly, each wearing a mask of Bane (Dominic), Scarecrow (Jesse), and Killer Croc (Vince).

You could say this is a Gotham boy band.

(Just to clarify, the main characters actually refer to each other using their comic book character names, but to avoid affecting the reading experience, their real names will be used in the book.)

The five men took out their tools and began to work, not by manually chiseling open the concrete wall.

A concrete wall three or four meters thick is so thick that even if five people worked until dawn, they couldn't break through it.

The main task was to drill several deep holes in the wall to facilitate the subsequent operations.

"That's about it. Stuff the C4 explosives in, make sure it's as deep as possible!"

These procedures had actually been rehearsed before, but this was the first time they were actually being practiced. Rosen noticed that Jesse and Vince were both a little nervous.

The explosives in Jesse's hand even fell into the water.

At this time, due to the storm, the water level in the sewers was very high. Rosen and the others were standing on the platforms on both sides of the sewers, and the water was up to their ankles.

Dominic angrily cursed.

"Fuck! Watch out!"

"It's alright, pick it up quickly! Soaking the C4 explosive in water won't affect it, but don't let the water wash it away!"

Rosen reassured Jesse, saying that it was especially important not to be nervous at such a crucial moment, otherwise it was easy to make a serious mistake.

Sure enough, after Rosen's reassurance, Jesse calmed down and picked up the C4 explosive that had fallen into the water, stuffing it into the hole he had drilled.

"Everyone, move to a safe distance, I'm about to detonate!"

Donnie was in charge of detonating it because Rosen had more important things to do.

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"2!"

"1, Explode!"

A loud bang and the tremors underground were felt by everyone in the St. Martin Bank, who looked around in surprise.

Mia knew that Rosen and his group had started their operation, so she immediately stood up and began to guide the conversation.

"What happened? Was it an earthquake?"

The sound of the explosion could be explained by thunder, but the ground tremors are harder to explain.

Fortunately, Los Angeles is located in an earthquake zone, and earthquakes are common; a few years ago, an earthquake occurred in St. Martin's Bank.

Misled by Mia, someone immediately chimed in.

"It really looks like an earthquake. It feels pretty serious. I hope it didn't collapse the underground vault again?"

The security supervisor sensed something was wrong and immediately stood up.

"I'll go check the monitoring room now."

However, all the surveillance footage in the monitoring room turned into static.

"What happened? Why is the screen completely gone?"

Mia and the other employees followed, and she once again began to guide the discussion.

In times of chaos, people are easily swayed by the ideas of others.

"Could the signal be affected by the thunderstorms?"