America: Starting with the Last Liberty

Chapter 138 Blade Overtaking 4K

Brian slept terribly that night, spending the entire night thinking about how to contact Rosen.

But because his phone was confiscated and he was placed under house arrest, Brian couldn't do anything.

Fortunately, Brian has a habit of deleting messages, and apart from some normal text messages and call logs, his phone was completely clean.

Otherwise, Brian would definitely have even less sleep.

But even if he couldn't sleep, he had to. This job was done in the middle of the night, and Brian needed to get some sleep, otherwise he would definitely end up driving while fatigued.

Brian finally managed to fall asleep around 10 p.m.

However, Brian was woken up shortly after falling asleep.

"Wake up!"

"Uh, what happened?"

Brian opened his eyes and saw a stranger.

"Mr. Smith is letting you pass."

"Okay, I'm coming right away!"

Brian rubbed his eyes, glanced at his watch, and saw it was only 2 a.m., meaning he had slept for less than 4 hours.

Hours.

After quickly washing up, Brian left the room and found that the others had also come out, and they looked similar to Brian, as if they hadn't slept well.

The four filed up to Killian, who then assessed their condition.

"It seems none of you slept well, but that's alright, I've already prepared coffee for you."

Four steaming cups of Americano were placed on the table, and the other three people picked up their coffees and drank them without hesitation.

Brian was a beat slow; he picked up the coffee and pretended to be afraid of burning himself, only taking a tiny sip after everyone else had finished their coffee.

The bitter coffee made Brian's face scrunch up instantly, but it also instantly cleared his still somewhat groggy mind.

"Alright, I see you're all awake now. Let's talk about the mission. Four vehicles are ready outside, and the cargo is already in the trunks. Don't be curious about what it is; the trunks are locked and can only be opened with a specific key. Your task is to deliver the cargo to the designated location within three hours, following the map. Someone will meet you there."

Remember, only the person holding the key to open the trunk is the one receiving the goods!

One of the four drivers couldn't help but speak up.

"Mr. Smith, do you mean someone might pretend to be the recipient?"

"I'm just reminding you to avoid any misunderstandings."

Although Killian didn't mention that someone might impersonate the recipient, Brian still kept a watchful eye.

Killian then took out four maps.

"Each person takes one, and don't look at each other's; the distances are actually about the same."

Brian took a map, but before he could even see what it said, Killian told them to go outside and choose a car.

There were four ordinary cars parked outside, each a different color and brand.

Brian randomly chose a white Toyota sedan, got in, and began browsing the map.

The delivery location is in Las Vegas, which is approximately 500 kilometers away.

To be honest, delivering within 3 hours is quite challenging because it involves traversing many urban roads where speed is limited.

"Alright everyone, I have another cell phone to give you. If you have any questions, just call the number in your contacts. It's 2:30 now, and I hope I can hear your good news before 5:30. Now, let's go!"

At Killian's command, all four vehicles started moving simultaneously and drove off in four different directions.

Killian didn't return to the house until the taillights of the car were no longer visible, and after dismissing everyone around him, he made a phone call.

"Hey, they've already set off."

"Yes, we followed those four routes. We did it cleanly. Byrne is already suspicious; he might secretly send someone to investigate."

"I see."

Killian quickly hung up the phone and left the secret hideout as if nothing had happened.

After driving a distance and making sure no one was following him, Brian parked his car next to a phone booth on the side of the road.

"Rosen, your phone seems to be ringing."

"Never mind it! Let's continue!"

"Please, Rosen, I shouldn't have teamed up with Sofia to provoke you! Let me rest for a bit!"

Svefa played Dou Dizhu (a popular Chinese card game) while panting heavily.

Tonight's Dou Dizhu game saw Rosen, as the landlord, emerge victorious. Sophia was utterly defeated by Rosen, while only Svefa was still struggling to hold on.

Well, after playing Dou Dizhu a few times, Rosen unexpectedly discovered that his stamina had actually improved.

Unexpectedly, playing Dou Dizhu (a popular Chinese card game) regularly has such benefits, so Rosen suddenly became very enthusiastic.

This caused Svefa and Sofia great distress.

There was no other way, since Blake and Daisy were college students and Rosen couldn't visit them often, so he could only turn to Swifa and Sophia, two mature women.

After all, Svefa and Sofia aren't made of iron.

Playing Dou Dizhu with Lawson often takes several hours, and after finishing, you need to lie down for several more hours. Before you know it, a whole day is gone, and you can't get anything else done.

Now Svefa and Sofia are hoping Rosen will go out and find someone else, otherwise it will really delay a lot of things.

Seeing that Svefa was indeed unable to hold on any longer, Rosen stopped playing cards and picked up his phone to answer a call.

"Rosen, something's happened! I need your help!"

"What happened?"

"It's hard to explain over the phone, let's meet in the northern suburbs of Los Angeles!"

Brian gave a location, which Rosen quickly wrote down.

"Okay, see you later."

Rosen hung up the phone and looked at Svefa.

"Lincy, I have to go out for a bit."

Svefa instantly felt a sense of relief.

"Really? It can finally be over."

Rosen raised an eyebrow at these words, then whispered something in Svefa's ear.

"You seem to really want me to go out?"

Svefa understood the meaning behind Rosen's words and immediately changed her attitude.

"How could this be—ah!"

"Lincy, I'm the kind of person who always finishes what I start. I'll definitely finish this hand of cards before I leave!"

Svefa rolled her eyes in frustration, but was rendered speechless by Rosen's sudden attack.

A few minutes later, a suppressed growl echoed in the room. Rosen quickly got out of bed and dressed, leaving Svefa, whose soul had left her body.

Afterwards, the Dodge Viper drove off Bonanno Estate and headed toward the address Brian had given.

Half an hour later, Rosen arrived at his destination, a gas station located in the northern suburbs of Los Angeles.

Brian was already waiting here.

"Brian, what exactly happened?"

Brian briefly recounted what had happened during the day yesterday and early this morning.

Rosen looked at Brian with some confusion.

Why did the Byrne Gang suddenly send you to "deliver goods"?

(Sofia Bonanno)

Both Rosen and Brian knew what the shipment was.

Surely a drug kingpin like Adams Byrne wouldn't have Brian deliver protein powder?

Rosen was mainly curious about why Brian had become the new deliveryman.

"I don't know either. Yesterday, Adams Byrne's second-in-command, Killian Smith, suddenly approached me, along with three other drivers."

Brian looked at his watch as he spoke.

Why do you keep looking at your watch?

"Cillian Byrne gave me three hours to deliver this to a designated location, and an hour has passed!"

"Okay, then get in the car, we'll talk while we drive!"

Rosen got into the white Toyota sedan and became Brian's navigator.

Brian floored the gas pedal and sped off toward Las Vegas.

Although it was already three or four in the morning, the interstate highway leading to Las Vegas was still busy.

Because Los Angeles is very close to Las Vegas, it only takes three or four hours to drive there.

Therefore, many gamblers like to drive to Las Vegas at night to try their luck, and then drive back to Los Angeles to work in the early morning.

Fortunately, Brian's driving skills were indeed quite good; he drove very steadily at around 150 km/h.

"Brian, I suspect there was an accident with the previous deliveries, which is why I suddenly contacted you for deliveries."

"That's what I was thinking too, so I thought this delivery might cause problems, which is why I called you."

"This is both a problem and an opportunity! If you can complete this task, you should be able to become a core member of the Byrne Gang."

"Yes! That's why we absolutely must succeed!"

Brian naturally included Rosen on his side.

At that moment, Rosen suddenly noticed that the vehicles in front of him were becoming denser and seemed to be slowing down.

"Something seems off; the cars in front are all slowing down!"

"Fuck! Is there a police roadblock ahead?"

Brian's worst fears came true.

Because the route from Los Angeles to Las Vegas is very busy, police often set up checkpoints to check for drunk driving and drug driving.

After all, people who go to Las Vegas for fun are bound to get involved in some of these things, right?

At this point, the police can usually make an arrest with ease, which is an important source of funding for the Los Angeles County Sheriff's Department.

"Rosen, what do we do?"

"Let's move aside and observe the situation first."

If it were Rosen's own Dodge Viper, he would have just driven right through it.

However, Brian's Toyota sedan is rather ordinary, and with so many cars in front, forcing his way through would be very risky.

Rosen prepared to get out of the car first to see what the situation was like ahead. Maybe there was no police roadblock, but just a traffic accident.

However, Rosen was still disappointed; there were indeed Los Angeles police checkpoints ahead, and quite a few of them.

Inside a Los Angeles Police Department checkpoint, a young man and an elderly man were chatting over coffee.

These two people look to be of vastly different ages, but their social status is quite similar.

"Colin, are you sure we'll have something tonight?"

"Kunnan, I've received reliable information that we'll have a very bountiful harvest today!"

The elderly Kunnan took a sip of coffee and sighed.

"I hope so. Lately, I've only received bad news. I really hope to hear some good news."

Yes, evil can never triumph over justice.

No sooner had he finished speaking than Quinn's assistant, Dick, came over.

"Sir, we've spotted a suspicious vehicle. You'd better come and take a look!"

"What did you discover?"

Colin and Quinn put down their cups and walked toward the checkpoint.

Suddenly, gunshots rang out, followed by a powerful SUV slamming through the police car blocking their way and driving past Colin and Quinn.

Kunnan's eyes widened; he had already seen several policemen fall to the ground, shot down.

"Fuck! Colin, this is a really big case."

But Colin felt something was wrong, because the person driving the SUV was clearly Black, and there was no mention of Black people in the information he had received.

"Something doesn't seem right!"

Colin tried to stop Quinn, but Quinn and his assistant Dick had already rushed out.

Whatever the true purpose of setting up the roadblock, the Los Angeles Police Department will certainly not let him get away with it now that they have seen someone shooting a colleague.

So, under Quinn's leadership, more than half of the Los Angeles police officers drove off to chase the fleeing SUV.

Rosen immediately realized this was an opportunity and quickly got back into the car.

"Brian, get out of the car, let me drive!"

Compared to Brian's driving skills, Rosen had more faith in his Iron Man ace.

Moreover, Brian had an accident before, although it was because he had a bad cold at the time.

"Rosen, are we going to force our way through the checkpoint?"

"It depends on the situation, but let's put on masks first!"

Rosen was prepared when he went out; he took out a brand new mask and handed it to Brian, so that even if the police saw it, it wouldn't be a problem.

They also wore hostile sunglasses so they could react immediately.

There were just too many cars ahead of him, so Rosen patiently waited in line for more than ten minutes before arriving at the Los Angeles Police Department checkpoint.

"LAPD, put your hand where I can see it, and then take out your driver's license!"

Just as Rosen was about to take out the fake ID the FBI had prepared for him, he saw a plainclothes police officer who looked very familiar walking over from not far away.

Colin Sullivan!

Officer Rosen remembered that he had clashed with Colin when the Irish invaded Bonanno Manor.

This guy's current stance is indicated by a red aura, meaning he wants to cause trouble for Rosen!

"Tell them to open the trunk immediately!"

Something's not right!

Colin came out hostile, as if he was deliberately there to cause trouble!

The problem is that Rosen is wearing large sunglasses and a mask, so even if Swifa and the others come over, it will take them a while to recognize him.

Colin couldn't possibly recognize Rosen at first glance.

The only explanation is that Colin was targeting the car, not the person!

"Let's do it!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Rosen pulled out his Taser and shocked the policeman standing next to the driver's seat.

Brian gritted his teeth and flung open the passenger door, which struck the policeman squarely in a vital spot, instantly incapacitating him.

Then, Rosen stepped on the gas and sped off.

Unfortunately, these two Toyota sedans are not Lawson's Dodge Viper, so their acceleration from a standstill is a bit slow.

The police officers in the two police cars blocking the road ahead had already reacted and were trying to block the road in the middle.

This is mainly because the incident of forcibly breaking through the checkpoint had just occurred, so the Los Angeles Police Department was much more vigilant.

"Brian, ram to the right with me!"

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

"I said, let's all crash to the right!"

As he spoke, Rosen shoved Brian hard, causing Brian's body to crash into the passenger door.

Then, to everyone's astonishment, the Toyota sedan lifted up on one side, narrowly escaping the gap left by the two police cars that had closed in.

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