America: Starting with the Last Liberty

Chapter 135 Sustainable Overfishing 4K

Long Beach, Black Shark Bar.

This bar is owned by the Shark Gang and is located near the pier.

The bar is usually frequented by dockworkers, but the Byrne gang insisted on meeting Frank there.

To prevent any accidents, Frank brought plenty of his henchmen with him before entering the Black Shark Bar.

The Shark Gang members seemed to know Frank was coming, and they didn't stop him when they saw him with a large group of men.

"Killian, it's been a long time!"

Upon seeing a middle-aged man, Frank immediately opened his arms and gave him a warm hug.

"Frank, didn't we just see each other last week?"

"A week is a long time for me."

Frank's cheesy words made Killian feel a sudden tightness in his muscles, and he instinctively moved away from him.

"Wait a minute! Frank, I want our relationship to be purely platonic, without any other entanglements!"

"Of course! I just want to ask you, do you still have any stock?"

Hearing Frank's question, Killian finally breathed a sigh of relief, as long as it wasn't about Frank's crotch.

"I don't have any goods on hand; the supply is all controlled by Mr. Byrne. What, didn't you go to Mr. Byrne?"

Frank's face instantly turned ugly; just by looking at his expression, Killian knew that Frank had definitely run into a wall.

Killian gestured for the others to step back, then put his arm around Frank's shoulder.

"Frank, let me introduce you to someone."

As they spoke, the two entered a private room, where a middle-aged man with a scar on his face sat with his arms around two hot blonde women.

"Oscar Kyle?"

Frank looked at Killian with surprise.

Frank, the leader of the Shark Gang, certainly knew about Oscar; the two had even dealt with each other before. But Frank was a little confused when Killian brought him to see Oscar.

"Mr. Castro, welcome to my bar."

Oscar revealed a ferocious expression, his scars scrunched up, making him look quite terrifying.

The guy patted the butts of the two blonde women next to him, telling them to leave, leaving only three people in the private room.

Frank immediately sensed a conspiracy, his gaze sweeping over Killian and Oscar's faces.

Are you collaborating?

Killian gave a meaningful smile.

"I'm just learning from Mr. Kelly's experience!"

Frank understood.

The only thing Oscar can learn from is that he killed the original leader of the Shark Gang, Blood Shark Brand.

Killian's intention was clearly to emulate Oscar.

It's not surprising, really. Adams Byrne is already 61 years old, which would be considered an elderly man nearing retirement in America.

If someone is of this age and has no heir, those below will naturally have their own thoughts.

Killian is 45 years old this year, in the prime of his life, and is the most promising successor to Adams in the Byrne Gang.

This guy has clearly lost patience and wants to take over the position ahead of schedule, which is why he came to find Oscar.

As for Oscar, he probably wanted to break out of Long Beach, which is why he partnered with Killian.

After eliminating the original leader, Oscar spent a year or two integrating the Black Shark Gang, and now it's time to grow bigger and stronger and create new glories.

After all, if Oscar had no ambition, why would he have killed the original leader?

Just then, Killian also wanted to get rid of his boss, and the two like-minded people got together.

After figuring it out, Frank licked his lips and revealed a wicked smile.

"You two, how about I join too?"

Killian naturally wouldn't refuse. Adams had extremely high prestige within the gang, and Killian couldn't take him down without outside help.

The only problem is the Oscars.

Oscar glanced at Frank.

"I need a piece of land so I can move out."

Frank answered without hesitation.

"That's easy, I can give you a piece of land, but I want a larger share of the medication."

The Castro gang's main business was smuggling; territory was not actually important.

Moreover, Frank was nearing retirement and naturally didn't care about the future troubles caused by the Castro gang.

"Gentlemen, we will have territory and drug supply, as long as we can get rid of Adams Byrne."

Killian looked at Oscar and Frank.

"That's easy. Frank and I will each send a few men to take down Adams Byrne."

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Oscar's plan was very simple, but the simpler and more direct the plan, the more effective it often is.

On the contrary, a complex plan can easily fail if any part of it goes wrong.

Killian shook his head immediately.

"Oscar, it's not that simple! Before we take down Adams, we first need to know what formula this guy has!"

Frank's eyes lit up; he was also very interested in the formula. Mastering it was like mastering a gold mine.

"Killian, don't you know the recipe?"

"Only Adams Byrne knows the recipe. Otherwise, how do you think this guy, with his skinny physique, became a gang leader?"

Of the four bosses in the Irish mafia, Patrick Gregorsh, though now quite obese, is nearly two meters tall and was quite intimidating in his youth.

Oscar Kyle has the physique of a boxer and is the youngest, making him the most intimidating.

Even the shortest of them, Frank Castro, was quite burly and had a cruel and violent personality.

Only Adams Byrne, with his refined and scholarly appearance, looked like a university professor, and was so thin that he seemed like he could be knocked over at any moment.

That's why Rosen initially thought this guy didn't seem like a mob boss.

"Killian, so we have to find a way to get the formula from Adams, right?"

"Yes! This guy is very cunning. Every time he goes into the kitchen, he does it alone, and only lets us in after he's finished cooking."

The kitchen refers to the place where gang members make drugs. Most gangs do not have the ability to make drugs independently, and the kitchen is usually used to dilute or package high-concentration drugs.

Generally speaking, the concentration of drugs obtained by drug dealers is very high, which can easily kill their customers.

This violates the strategy of sustainable exploitation, so it must be diluted before it can be sold.

After all, drug dealers are probably more concerned about the health of drug addicts than their families.

But Adams' kitchen was different; this guy had the ability to independently use chemicals to make medicine, which was the reason the Byrne Gang was able to rise to power.

Even if Killian becomes the leader of the Byrne Gang, it won't matter if he can't get the formula.

Frank's eyes darted around, and he suddenly wrapped his arms around Killian's neck.

"Killian, I have a good idea, but I don't know if I should say it."

"Frank, stop keeping me in suspense and just tell me!"

While Frank was having a lively conversation with Killian and Oscar, his wife Eva dressed up meticulously and drove to downtown Los Angeles like a lady of leisure.

After carefully confirming that no one was around, Eva entered a high-end club.

This is a members-only upscale club, and only members can enter, so it is very quiet inside.

Eva entered a room as if she were in her own home, where an elderly man with a full head of white hair was already sitting on the sofa, smoking a cigar.

"Eva, you're here."

Eva immediately bowed respectfully to the old man.

"Mr. Walsh, I'm late."

The old man, Mr. Walsh, exhaled a smoke ring and looked at Eva with a relaxed expression.

"It's okay, I wasn't late by much."

But Eva still walked up to the old man, took off her shirt, and revealed her snow-white back.

"Mr. Walsh, please punish me!"

Mr. Walsh shook his head.

"If you have a scar on your back, how are you going to explain it to Frank when you get back?"

Eva bit her lip, her eyes showing a hint of helplessness.

"Frank Castro never touched me, he wouldn't even sleep in the same bed with me!"

"Oh? Eva, you've been married to Frank for a year now, haven't you? And he hasn't even touched you?"

"Yes."

Mr. Walsh took a deep drag on his cigar, his eyes shifting unpredictably in the smoke.

Eva stood there motionless, completely oblivious to the fact that her private parts were exposed.

"Eva, do you know why Frank won't touch you? Has he lost his ability?"

"No! I feel like Frank has already guessed my origins!"

Mr. Walsh nodded.

"That's certainly possible. Frank has always been very cunning and has a lot of ideas."

"Mr. Walsh, now that I've been exposed, why don't you let me leave?"

A longing shone in Eva's eyes; she clearly didn't want to stay with Frank any longer.

However, Mr. Walsh shook his head and refused Eva.

"That won't do. If you leave Frank now, he'll definitely start having other ideas. He might feel more at ease if you stay there."

Eva knelt down and hugged Mr. Walsh's leg.

"Mr. Walsh, I'd much rather be by your side!"

Mr. Walsh patted Eva's hair, a kind smile spreading across his face.

"Eva, that time won't be too far away. You just need to hang in there for a little longer."

"Yes, Mr. Walsh."

"Has anything unusual happened with Frank lately?"

"Frank recently executed a DEA mole, and he's also very angry about the lack of supplies."

Mr. Walsh frowned.

"This guy's methods are still so brutal; this time he didn't even tell me."

"Mr. Walsh, I feel like Frank is acting a little strange."

"I know what he's trying to do. Maybe Courtney should really teach this guy a lesson."

"Mr. Walsh, is there anything I can do for you?"

Eva tried her best to show off her beautiful body, but Mr. Walsh didn't even glance at her. He simply patted Eva's head and stood up.

"Eva, you can go back now. Just don't let Frank find out where you are."

After saying that, Mr. Walsh walked straight out of the room, leaving Eva, who was shirtless, behind.

Eva's expression quickly shifted from obedient to cold, and then returned to calm.

Then, the woman acted as if nothing had happened and quietly put her clothes back on.

She looked just like the wealthy lady she had when she first entered the club, but Eva's eyes had become even colder, and she exuded a low-pressure aura that made everyone who got close feel terrified.

Fortunately, Eva did not make things difficult for the staff at the club, but left the club with a heavy heart.

With a dark expression, Eva stood by the roadside and took out her phone to hail a taxi.

Well, almost everyone in America owns a car, so there are fewer taxis.

Most taxi drivers only appear at the entrance of airports or high-end hotels, so it's very difficult to hail a taxi if you stand on the roadside and wait.

Generally, people who want to take a taxi call the taxi company directly, and the taxi company will use the radio to notify the nearest taxi driver to pick up the passenger at the designated location.

This price will definitely be much higher, as taxi drivers start calculating the fare from the moment they accept the order, but Eva certainly doesn't care about this small amount of money.

The call had just connected, and before Eva could even hear what the operator was saying, she suddenly noticed someone appearing across the street.

His stubble beard and his hand in a cast showed that his once gloomy expression had become much more cheerful.

It was Billy Costigan, whom he had seen many times at Frank's villa.

Eva hung up the phone instantly. She noticed that Billy had come out of a mental health clinic, which in the underworld meant something obvious.

As mentioned before, in gang culture, seeing a psychologist means revealing secrets, and only undercover agents would see a psychologist.

Without the slightest hesitation, Eva immediately followed Billy.

Billy was clearly in a good mood, no longer wearing that bitter and resentful expression, but he still hadn't lost his basic undercover skills.

After briefly observing his surroundings, Billy walked in one direction.

Because his arm was broken and he couldn't drive, Billy had to walk to the bus stop to catch a bus.

However, Billy always felt like someone was watching him when he walked down the street.

As an undercover agent, Billy has survived until now thanks to his unwavering vigilance under any circumstances.

So Billy tried various ways to see if anyone was following him, such as suddenly speeding up as he passed a corner and then lying in wait behind it.

However, the tracker was also very cunning, and Billy never found any trace of him.

Billy had learned tracking and counter-tracking techniques at the police academy, and this situation made him realize that he had encountered a master.

Gritting his teeth, Billy had no choice but to enter a deserted alley, an environment where he could easily find the person following him.

Fortunately, no one with camouflage was spotted in the alley, and the tracker only discovered Billy's disappearance after entering the alley.

"Are you hiding?"

A soft, gentle voice came from the stalker's mouth.

But at that moment, a person jumped down from a high place and pressed a pistol against the follower's lower back.

"Who are you? Why are you following me?"

"Mr. Kostigan, have you forgotten me?"

The stalker took off his hat and looked at Billy with his emerald green eyes.

Billy's face froze instantly; he never expected that the person following him would be this woman.

"Lady Castro?"

(Eva)