America: Starting with the Last Liberty

Chapter 136 The Pain a Man Cannot Bear (4K)

After receiving tens of thousands of dollars in start-up capital from Sean Arthur, Rosen's auto repair shop quickly opened.

It is located in the northern part of Long Beach, on the edge of the city of Novak.

It's just a single-story building with two storefronts facing the street and a small rest area where you can take a break temporarily.

Brian found this place for Rosen; the rent is about $1000 a month, and with all the car repair tools, the funds Sean provided were actually quite tight.

Fortunately, Lawson has the Big Tech King card, which allows him to make some tools by hand.

The new store opened without any celebrations, which is because Lawson really couldn't afford to spend any more money, so they kept it very low-key.

As a result, they didn't make a single sale in the first half of the day after opening.

It's only because Lawson doesn't rely on this for a living, otherwise they would definitely go bankrupt.

However, instead of business, trouble came knocking on their door.

As Rosen sat in the store, idly listening to the radio and playing cards, an old-fashioned muscle car suddenly pulled up in front of the store.

Then three black men got out of the car, each with an arrogant expression on their face, looking down on people.

The three men immediately addressed Rosen in a rude and discriminatory manner.

"Hey, you yellow-skinned monkey, who gave you permission to open a shop here?"

Rosen looked up at the three people, his eyes turning cold.

"Who are you talking to?"

One of the Black men pointed his finger at Rosen's nose.

"I'm talking to you! Did you even consult the Mills brothers before opening a shop on this street?"

It was obvious that these three black men wanted to blackmail Rosen.

Perhaps they saw that the shop owner was Asian, so they wanted to earn some extra money.

There's a reason why America's community is always divided by ethnicity; a person in an unfamiliar community is easily bullied.

In fact, the storefront location that Brian chose for Rosen was excellent.

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Of Ireland's four major gangs, the Sharks' territory is mainly in the southern dock area, the New Irishmen's territory is in western Long Beach, and the Castro Gang's main area of ​​influence is in eastern Long Beach.

The Byrne gang is unique in that it does not have a fixed territory.

Adams might not have cared about the money from the territory, since his business was much more lucrative.

Therefore, the northern part of Long Beach became a no-man's-land where the New Irish and the Castro gangs met, and it was mainly occupied by some small black gangs.

Opening a shop here would not attract the attention of any branch of the Irish mafia, which was suitable for Rawson, a newcomer.

However, it is also easy for some short-sighted people to target it.

"I've never heard of the Mills brothers, you bastard! Go pick cotton in the botanical garden!"

In America, it's useless to show patience or give in; the underworld here is a complete jungle society.

The weak will only be devoured alive by others, so Rosen retorted without hesitation.

However, Rosen's words angered the three black men, who immediately reached into their pockets as if to pull out weapons.

Rosen immediately reached into his pocket, his hand already gripping the handle of the G18.

Just then, a loud roar came from afar.

"What are you three doing here?!"

Then a man with a full beard and one hand in a cast walked over with several people.

"Billy Costigan, this isn't Castro's territory. What's it to you?"

Billy spat on the ground and glared menacingly at the three black men.

"Fuck! I'm in a bad mood today, I'm thinking of finding a few black guys to give me a good beating, wanna try?"

It turns out that not all Black people can't stand the word "nigger"; they were fine two hundred years ago, weren't they?

Faced with Billy's larger force, the Mills brothers chose to back down, only uttering a harsh remark.

"We'll see!"

With that, the three of them drove away in the old muscle car.

Billy went into Rosen's repair shop and took a look, then noticed Rosen's handsome face.

"New here?"

"We just moved here recently."

"Why did you move to this godforsaken place?"

"Because the rent here is cheaper."

Rosen gave a simple, honest smile. He had felt that Billy's voice sounded very familiar from the very beginning.

After acquiring the Mockingbird as his trump card, Rosen not only gained the ability to imitate sounds, but he also became extremely sensitive to sounds, able to distinguish subtle differences in them.

Billy shook his head; he already believed that Rosen had been cheated by the landlord.

"Kid, you get what you pay for. There's no such thing as a free lunch in America! If you want to do business peacefully in the future, go to a bar nearby called Dublin Dream, pay protection money to a guy named Mike, and then hang up the Castro Gang's sign in your shop. Otherwise, this kind of thing will happen again."

That "Mike" finally confirmed Billy's identity for Rosen—he was the one who escaped from the Irish gang's invasion of Bonanno Manor.

What a coincidence!

Rosen narrowed his eyes.

The fact that this man named Billy Costigan was able to participate in a mission like the invasion of Bonanno Manor meant he was undoubtedly a key figure in the Castro gang.

However, the guy's appearance made Rosen's expression turn strange. Although his face looked somewhat gloomy due to his bitter and resentful demeanor, Rosen still recognized him.

Isn't that Leonardo DiCaprio?

As an undisputed global superstar from the late 90s to 2010, Lawson has some impression of the movies and TV shows Leonardo DiCaprio has starred in.

The only movie in which Leonardo DiCaprio played a gangster was the remake of "The Departed," right?

Rosen hadn't seen the movie, but even if he had, it wouldn't have mattered.

The world doesn't unfold exactly as depicted in movies and TV shows; if you have too strong an impression of something, you might be misled.

"Hey kid, why are you staring at me like that?"

"It's nothing, Mr. Costigan, I was just wondering if I had enough money on hand."

Billy's face showed understanding. Most people living in America have no savings, and opening a store could easily drain their cash reserves.

As an undercover police officer, Billy is still kind-hearted, so he decides to help Rosen.

"Here's what we'll do: you mention my name to Mike, and then you can pay your protection money next month."

"Thank you, Mr. Costigan, I can fix your car for free."

Billy waved his hand and then left with his henchmen.

After Castro's men left, Rosen's expression immediately turned serious.

"The Infernal Affairs?"

This reminded Rosen of Sean Arthur's description of Frank Castro.

If Frank Castro is the same person Han Chen from Infernal Affairs, then the reason why he repeatedly escaped police capture can be found.

However, before that, Rosen still needs to solve his own problems.

Those foolish blacks won't give up easily.

At midnight, three men with camouflage moved stealthily in the darkness.

One of them asked the other two questions.

"Are you sure that yellow-skinned monkey is gone?"

"Yes, I was monitoring him and I saw him close the door and drive away in the evening."

"That's good!"

"James, I don't think we really need to care whether that yellow-skinned monkey is here or not. If he is, we can just teach him a lesson while we're at it, right?"

"Paul, you don't understand! That guy seems to know people from Castro's gang. If he hits someone, it'll be a different story! Let's go, let's pry open the roller shutter door first!"

Don't be fooled by the fact that these three Black men didn't learn anything in school; they are extremely proficient in the subject of social studies.

If you don't do well in school, at worst you'll just get bad exam results.

However, failing social studies can come at the cost of one's life.

So these lower-class Black people all know who they can offend and who they can't.

How to retaliate against someone in a way that is just right and doesn't escalate the situation too much?

Unfortunately, the Mills brothers' eyesight was too poor, and they failed to recognize who the worst person they should have messed with was.

The Mills brothers pried open the lock on the roller shutter door, pulled it up, and shone a flashlight inside.

"Since no one's here, let's get to work! Smash all this stuff!"

As they spoke, the three Mills brothers took out the tools they had prepared beforehand: a hammer, a wrench, and the holy sword of physics.

Just as they were getting ready to get down to business, the roller shutter behind them was suddenly slammed shut.

The noise from the rolling shutter startled the three Mills brothers.

"Who's there? Who's there?!"

Turning their heads, the three of them saw a pale-faced, thin white man standing at the location of the roller shutter door.

The guy was wearing a purple suit, a magician's hat, and carrying a walking stick.

In short, it's a look that should never appear in a repair shop.

"Hey everyone! Want to see me perform a magic trick for you?"

As he spoke, the white man picked up his walking stick, casually showed it off, and then created a hand-held firework effect from the walking stick.

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A large amount of confetti and reflective debris fell on the heads of the three Mills brothers, leaving them petrified.

To be honest, this scene was really bizarre.

Imagine this: three people sneak into someone else's store to cause trouble, and suddenly a guy dressed like a magician appears and starts performing without saying a word.

Even mainstream crosstalk performers don't force their performances like this, do they?

The strange atmosphere prompted one of the Black men to swear.

"Fuck you! Who are you anyway?"

"Huh? You don't know my name? But it doesn't matter, as long as you let me continue performing."

The white man pulled a stack of cards from his pocket, seemingly wanting to continue his foot magic trick.

This infuriated the Mills brothers. After exchanging glances, they picked up their tools and attacked the white man.

The white man sighed.

"Honestly, why not just watch the performance instead of resorting to violence?"

As he spoke, the white man twirled the walking stick in his hand, splitting it in two into a relatively slender nunchaku.

Using the two ends of the nunchaku to block the attacks from both sides, and locking the third weapon with the chain in the middle, the white man easily broke through the Mills brothers' attack.

The white man then took the walking stick back and began to frantically hit the Mills brothers on the head, using its length and hardness.

"I told you not to watch the performance properly! I told you not to sneak into other people's shops! I told you not to cause trouble!"

The three Mills brothers were beaten bloody and fled in panic, one of the black brothers covering his head and retorting to the white man.

"Hey! We haven't even started causing destruction yet!"

This caused the white man's attack to pause for a moment.

"It seems so?"

One of the Mills brothers quickly pulled a pistol from his pocket.

"You damned white pig, die!"

Suddenly, the white man threw out a playing card, which flew at an unusual angle toward the gunman's groin.

The next second, the gunman let out a sharp scream, and then the gun in his hand went off, hitting his companion in the leg.

Another scream rang out.

This unexpected situation left the last Black man completely dumbfounded.

The white man looked at the unfortunate fellow with a hint of helplessness.

"Sorry! I haven't mastered this move yet. I was originally aiming for the wrist."

The white man certainly didn't do it on purpose, but sometimes things just happen by chance.

Unfortunately, the black man with the gun was clearly no longer able to hear the white man's explanation. The gun had fallen to the ground, and he was unconscious, foaming at the mouth and clutching his groin.

Faced with pain that a man cannot bear, perhaps being in a coma would be a more blissful experience.

However, the white man didn't keep the other two waiting any longer; he quickly knocked them unconscious with his cane as well.

Then, the white man dragged the three Mills brothers into his own car and drove them to the hospital entrance, where he dumped them there.

As for whether the hospital will treat these three black men, the white people won't care.

What if the hospital staff are kind-hearted and treat the Mills brothers, then give them a very large bill?

After dealing with the Mills brothers, the white man cleaned up the bloodstains in the repair shop.

Fortunately, there wasn't much blood on the ground, so it was relatively easy to clean up.

After doing all this, the white man disappeared into the night.

Throughout the entire process, no one called the police, and no one interfered.

This is Long Beach, where everyone is already used to the sporadic gunshots and occasional screams at night.

Everyone unanimously chose to keep their doors and windows closed, having no intention of meddling in other people's business.

The next day, it was as if nothing had happened in Long Beach. Lawson opened for business as usual and finally got a sale, which brought in some income.

Subsequently, Lawson's technology gradually began to spread in the surrounding communities.

The Big Tech King is indeed impressive, enabling Rosen to complete repairs at extremely low cost and speed.

As for how long the car can be used after it's repaired, it all depends on luck. If it breaks down again, you can drive it back and get it repaired again, which will bring in another repeat customer.

The area is inhabited by poor people, so Lawson's low-price strategy is quite effective.

Compared to going to a regular repair shop and paying a high price to repair the car to 90%, many people still prefer to go to Lawson stores to repair the car to 60%.

After all, most of the cars driven by people in this area are second-hand. As long as the car can run, there is no need to repair it too well.

A few days later, Rosen was surprised to find that if he continued doing this, he could actually break even in one or two months.

What the hell?! This works?!