America: Starting with the Last Liberty

Chapter 132 Execution of 4K

Billy limped into a quiet pub, his arm still in a cast.

Three months had brought Billy's arm almost to full recovery, but he felt it was better to keep it in a cast.

The tavern was already quite full, mostly with key members of the Castro gang. Billy had a feeling that something big was about to happen.

"Mike, what happened?"

Billy spotted a gang member he knew well and went over to ask him a question.

Mike was one of those who broke into Bonanno Manor and was arrested by the Los Angeles Police Department and charged with multiple offenses.

However, Frank eventually paid to bail him out.

However, Frank had Antonio's promise that he would pay for the bail, which is why Frank was so generous.

It's important to know that Mike and the other fourteen members of the Castro gang have committed serious crimes, all of which could result in several years in prison.

Moreover, all of these people had criminal records, so Frank spent hundreds of thousands of dollars on lawyers and bail.

As a result, Antonio died suddenly, causing Frank to lose all his money, which was why Frank was so angry in the first place.

Mike answered Rosen in a low voice.

"I didn't know either. France suddenly announced a rally, and that attendance was mandatory, so I came."

Billy frowned, noticing that the other executives had similar expressions, which made him increasingly uneasy.

Not long after, Frank, wearing sunglasses, walked into the bar.

"Hey, the weather's really nice, how's everyone's feeling today?"

Everyone looked at Frank with a puzzled expression, but a few mustered up the courage to answer him.

The next second, Frank's expression changed completely, becoming sinister and bloodthirsty.

"But I'm very angry!"

Everyone in the room fell silent instantly.

This old man, who was nearly sixty years old, was neither tall nor strong, yet he could instill fear in everyone.

Frank's gaze swept over everyone.

"You must be very curious as to why I've summoned you all here today. Now I can tell you the answer: today I'm going to execute an undercover agent! France, bring him up!"

At a signal, another old man dragged a young man about the same age as Billy into the bar.

The man was covered in blood, his fingers were twisted in a grotesque manner, and there were several bloody holes in his body, clearly indicating that he had undergone cruel torture.

Billy felt a chill run through him, and his heart was pounding faster and faster. He recognized the young man.

Both men were mid-level officers in the Castro gang and had dealt with each other before, but Billy never expected that this guy was an undercover agent just like him.

Frank stepped directly on the young man's wound.

"You all know this guy, right? James Orlandon."

No one answered, but Frank continued speaking on his own.

"DEA (Department of Drug Enforcement)! That really surprised me!"

As he spoke, Frank began to exert force with his foot.

Frank was wearing a pair of pointed leather shoes today. The soles of these shoes are very hard, and it is already very painful to step on them, let alone step on James's wound.

"ah"

James Orlandon let out a miserable scream, but Frank did not stop, continuing to torment him.

No one dared to show any sympathy at that moment; if they did, they might be the next one to be pitied.

Billy gritted his teeth and stared intently, trying his best to keep his body from trembling.

Finally, Frank had enough of torturing him and pulled out a pistol, shooting James Orlandon in the head.

The shot felt like it hit Billy in the heart, leaving him completely stunned.

The mixture of blood and brains flowing on the ground was so glaring that Billy felt he could hardly breathe.

Frank was very satisfied with the effect of his killings, and he continued to look at all the officers present.

"Whether you're an undercover agent or an informant, this is the same fate!"

Frank put away his gun and was about to say something when his cell phone rang.

"Fuck! Whose phone is this?!"

Everyone automatically made way, and Frank saw Billy frantically pulling out his phone.

"Billy? Give me your phone!"

"Mr. Castro, this is the hospital's phone."

"I told you to hand over your phone!"

Billy could only step forward and hand the phone to Frank.

Frank took the phone and immediately answered the call, turning on speakerphone.

"Hey, Mr. Costigan, today is the final check-up, why aren't you here yet?"

Frank kept his eyes on Billy as he answered the phone for him.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Kostigan is probably not available for a follow-up examination today."

"Really? That's a real shame! I have other appointments for tomorrow and the day after, so Mr. Kostigan will have to wait until next week for a follow-up examination."

I will tell him.

After saying that, Frank smashed his phone on the ground.

The phone case broke, and Frank checked it and found that there were no listening devices or anything like that inside the phone.

Frank then noticed Billy's hand in a cast.

Frank immediately grabbed Billy's cast-covered hand and slammed it onto the table repeatedly until the cast broke.

Billy's arm wasn't fully healed to begin with, and after Frank's relentless smashing, it fractured again with a crack, twisting into a shape that looked like it was in excruciating pain.

Frank confirmed that Billy had nothing in his hands that was being used for eavesdropping, then glanced at the bandage on his leg.

The bandage was very thin and obviously couldn't hold much.

Frank patted Billy on the shoulder and took a wad of cash from his wallet, placing it on Billy's arm.

"Use this money to see a doctor and buy a new phone."

Frank then walked up to the other cadres, glaring at them menacingly.

"I'll repeat myself: I won't let any undercover agent or informant get away! Meeting adjourned! Mike, take Billy to the hospital."

"Yes, yes, Mr. Castro!"

When Billy left the bar, his legs were so weak that he almost couldn't get into Mike's car.

It wasn't because of arm pain; a broken arm wouldn't cause this. The real reason was that he almost exposed his undercover identity.

When Billy saw the miserable state of DEA undercover agent James Orlandon, he felt like his heart was about to stop when his phone suddenly rang.

Thankfully, it was the doctor's call, not my boss Kunnan's.

"Billy, are you alright?"

"Fuck! Mike, do I look like I'm okay?"

"I'll take you to the nearest hospital now. What kind of mess is this? I never imagined James Orlandon would be an undercover agent; he's just as bad as me! Billy, tell me, what exactly is an undercover agent like?"

Billy didn't answer; he just leaned against the car window, clutching his broken arm.

At that moment, Billy's thoughts began to drift into the distance, but Mike continued talking.

After learning about the Irishman's general situation from Sean, Rosen left the FBI building.

First, she sent Brian a message, asking him to meet when he was free, and then she called Swifar to tell him that she had returned to Los Angeles.

Svefa invited Rosen directly to her apartment.

Rosen glanced at the time; it was only 1 p.m., still early for evening. So he drove his Dodge Viper toward Beverly Hills.

Upon arriving at Svefa's apartment, Rosen suddenly saw someone he hadn't expected.

"Sophia, what are you doing here?"

This is terrifying! Rosen never expected to see Sofia here. Sofia hadn't mentioned this at all when he had the chance to make a phone call in Quantico.

Svefa explained.

"Rosen, Monica found me through Eva, and we talked a lot."

Looking at Monica's expressionless face, Rosen was speechless.

"Then why didn't you tell me? Sophia didn't want me to tell you; she wanted to see your reaction."

Svefa wore a gloating expression, suggesting that this woman probably wanted to do the same thing.

Rosen angrily grabbed Swifa's taillight, his eyes telling her that he would teach her a lesson later.

Svefa's eyes flickered, as if to say: If you're so capable, come and do it now.

Then, Rosen sat down in front of Sophia.

"Sophia, what are you thinking?"

When Rosen sat down in front of her, Sophia could no longer maintain her icy expression, and she couldn't utter a single word she had prepared.

"I...I don't want to leave you! Without you, I wouldn't have been able to make it this far!"

Sofia hugged Rosen with tears in her eyes. From the moment she started working in her father's name, Rosen had been her pillar of support.

Without this support, Sofia doesn't know how she would live the rest of her life.

"Don't be sad, Sophia. I won't leave you as long as you're willing."

After crying for a while, Sofia finally calmed down.

Then Svefa walked over and patted Sofia on the shoulder.

"Sophia, instead of being sad here, you should check if Rosen has been cheating on you."

Rosen looked at Svefa in surprise, not expecting her to say such a thing.

"Wait, are you guys serious?"

Sofia's skin turned crimson at this moment, clearly indicating that she and Svefa had reached some kind of private agreement.

Then, the former mafia wife grabbed Rosen and muttered something under her breath.

"This rotten thing really needs a thorough inspection!"

In fact, Rosen had been thoroughly exploited by Peggy before leaving Quantico, which is why he was fast asleep on the return flight.

However, Rosen's superhuman physique allowed him to recover very quickly, and he is now almost fully recovered.

Thinking that he only had to deal with Blake, a weakling, tonight, Rosen gave up struggling, looking weak, pitiful, and helpless.

This sight indeed excited Svefa and Sophia, so Rosen suffered cruel treatment from the two ladies, which he could only silently endure time and time again.

However, as the saying goes, a skilled hunter often appears as the prey.

Rosen's initial forbearance soon bore fruit.

Two hours later, Sofia and Swifa were both exhausted, and Rosen immediately sounded the horn for a counterattack.

"Lincy, do you know you're wrong?"

"I was wrong! I was wrong! Rosen, please, please let me go!"

"Sophia, and what about you?"

"I was wrong, Rosen! I'll never do it again!"

After a satisfying lecture, Rosen looked up at the ceiling with contentment.

Today's fight was definitely the most satisfying one Lawson has ever had, full of positive energy!

However, it took a very long time; one fight lasted until 5 p.m.

"Sophia, Lindsey, I have something to do tonight, so I won't be back."

However, Svefa and Sophia were already in a deep sleep, and even when Rosen slapped their taillights twice, they only hummed and mumbled a few words.

Left with no other option, Rosen left a note, took a shower, and went to pick up Blake.

When I arrived at Caltech, Blake was already waiting at the entrance.

"Sorry, I just got back to Los Angeles today. Things are a bit hectic at work. Did you keep me waiting?"

"It's okay, I've only been standing here for a short while."

Blake suddenly glanced in a certain direction before getting into the Dodge Viper.

This action alerted Rosen, who subconsciously looked around.

"Blake, is your dad spying on you again?"

"Oh? No! I haven't heard from Dad for months. Mom told me he's on a long-term mission!"

Rosen secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but he quickly realized something was wrong.

After leaving Quantico, he was no longer a fighting novice. If Ray still wanted to cause him trouble, he would definitely smash his head in.

It was probably the pressure of his father-in-law's status that made Rosen feel somewhat uncomfortable.

"Rosen, where are we going tonight?"

"Bubagan Shrimp Company, do you remember them?"

"Of course I remember! That restaurant had really good shrimp dishes!"

Whether a dinner is enjoyable or not depends on who you eat with.

If it were Ray Gaines with a sour face in front of him, Rosen would definitely not be interested in having a meal.

But facing Blake, whose eyes were full of love and whose gaze was almost drooling, Rosen was naturally in a very good mood.

After satisfying his taste buds, Rosen asked Blake.

Where would you like to go after dinner?

"Rosen, I don't want to go anywhere! Let's just go back to the apartment?"

Why is that?

"Did you forget what I told you this morning? I had a little surprise for you."

Rosen raised an eyebrow, curious about what the little surprise Blake had prepared was.

"Blake, are you trying to scare me? It's not Halloween yet!"

"How could that be? You'll see when you get back to the apartment!"

So Rosen drove Blake back to his apartment.

Before entering the apartment, Blake blindfolded Rosen with a black cloth that had been prepared beforehand.

"Blake, is it really necessary to go this far?"

"Hehe! The surprise you're about to receive will be something you'll never forget!"

"Okay, Blake. If this surprise isn't something I'll never forget, I'll make sure it's something you'll never forget."

Rosen slowly walked into the apartment. Blake didn't turn on the lights and closed the door.

In this way, the only light disappeared, and Rosen could see nothing.

"Blake? Is he ready yet?"

No one answered, but a pair of hands began to undress Rosen.

(Sofia Bonanno)