America: Starting with the Last Liberty

Chapter 139: Pay attention, I'll only teach you 4K once.

This is something that lightweight Japanese cars can achieve; if it were an American sedan, the outcome would be hard to say.

After completing the extreme blade overtake, Rosen pressed the accelerator firmly and began to accelerate wildly.

(Blade Run)

The police at the checkpoint, along with the other drivers behind them, were all dumbfounded. If this happened 20 years from now, they would all pull out their phones and immediately post it on TikTok.

Colin was stunned for several seconds before he came to his senses.

"What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and chase after them!"

Only after Colin reminded them did the surrounding police officers get into their patrol cars and chase after Rosen.

However, due to the SUV that attacked the police earlier, there are not enough police officers at the checkpoint.

So only four police cars were chasing Rosen; any more and the checkpoint couldn't be maintained.

Colin had no choice but to contact headquarters to send more people and, incidentally, notify the Las Vegas police to intercept them.

After doing all that, Colin walked away from the other officers and dialed a number.

"Any good movies to watch lately?"

"Yes, there's a war movie that just came out. Colin, is things not going too well?"

"Another vehicle forced its way through, which prevented me from stopping the target. My men are still chasing them, but I don't think they can stop that vehicle."

Colin felt that even if the number of police cars chasing that white Toyota sedan doubled, it wouldn't be enough to keep up with the driver's skills.

"I understand. I have a backup plan, so you can rest assured."

, 7

"Okay, I'll hang up now."

Colin hung up the phone and closed his eyes to recall what had just happened.

For some reason, Colin felt that the driver of the white Toyota sedan looked somewhat familiar.

"Fuck! Rosen, you should have explained yourself more clearly! My nose is almost broken!"

Brian rubbed his nose; Rosen had just pushed him, causing his nose to hit the glass.

The nasal bridge is very fragile and prone to problems.

Therefore, attacking the nose during a fight is a very effective option, but it can also lead to a heavier sentence in court.

"There's no time for explanations then! Let's forget about that, let's figure out how to get rid of the police first!"

Rosen felt a headache coming on as he watched the police car slowly closing in on him in the rearview mirror.

If it were his own Dodge Viper, these police cars would have been completely oblivious to the exhaust fumes, but now he's driving a Toyota sedan at a top speed of just over 200 km/h.

Moreover, interstate highways are different from urban areas. There are no buildings to obstruct the view, and the roads are mostly straight, so you can only see the horsepower of the car.

This allowed the police car to catch up with Rosen and Brian little by little thanks to its high horsepower.

Brian also realized that the situation was very bad.

"Rosen, what should we do?"

"I'm thinking of something! Brian, why don't you look at the map and see if there's anywhere you can shake off these cops!"

Brian quickly picked up his map, only to find, to his dismay, that the roads ahead were all straight highways.

This is America's terrain; it lacks mountains and hills and is mostly plains.

Especially in the central region, there are nearly 200 kilometers of completely straight roads.

"Fuck! The cars provided by the Byrne gang are awful! Any car I own would be terrible!"

Brian's Nissan Skyline GT-RR34 was also modified, although it couldn't compare to the Dodge Viper, at least it had a liquid nitrogen acceleration system.

There was nothing on the car.

We can't count on the car; it's better to hope Brian shoots out the wheels of the four cars behind us.

Fortunately, after entering Nevada from California, the density of vehicles suddenly increased.

This gave Rosen the opportunity to manipulate things.

"Brian, hold on tight!"

"Rosen, what are you doing?"

"Watch closely, I'll only teach you once!"

As he spoke, Rosen suddenly turned the steering wheel and began weaving back and forth between the cars.

Without helicopter navigation, the police cars behind can easily have their view blocked by the car in front.

Moreover, there are many large trucks on the highway, and when these vehicles block the way, you can't see anything in front of you.

For safety reasons, the police car had to slow down. They were just ordinary workers; it wasn't worth risking their lives to catch two criminals.

The king of the road is no joke; if you get hit, you probably won't even have a chance to be saved.

Only Rosen dared to play like this because he was a pilot ace. He weaved around the police cars and finally managed to shake them off, but Brian couldn't hold on any longer.

Find the nearest gas station to park and refuel.

Brian got out of the car with trembling legs, and as soon as he landed, he collapsed to the ground and vomited.

Rosen looked at Brian with disdain.

"You're supposed to be an underground racer, is it really necessary to act like this?"

Brian barely managed to control his stomach urges and glared fiercely at Rosen.

"Fuck! Is that underground racing? You're practically risking your life! I've never seen such insane driving!"

Well, although Brian had witnessed Rosen's insane plays during the game at San Antonio Hill.

However, the feeling of looking from outside the car is completely different from looking from a first-person perspective while sitting inside the car.

Brian felt unwell because he witnessed Rosen's actions up close from the passenger seat.

As it turns out, Swifa is still better than Brian. Although Swifa felt a little nauseous last time, she didn't throw up in the end.

Brian's reaction was rather lackluster.

Rosen pursed his lips, then immediately checked the car after refueling.

The previous aggressive driving may have created potential problems for the car, and if it breaks down on the road later, it will be very troublesome.

Sure enough, the previous overtaking maneuver caused some problems with the car's chassis.

Fortunately, gas stations in America usually have repair shops.

Rosen spent some money to buy tools from the repair shop and then quickly fixed the car.

"All done, we can continue on our way."

Rosen glanced at his watch; it was 4:36, less than an hour before the three-hour deadline.

However, Rosen and his group were only a little over 100 kilometers away from their destination, and barring any unforeseen circumstances, they should still make it in time.

"Rosen, shall I drive from here on out?"

Seeing Brian's pale face, Rosen shook his head.

"I'll drive it. You can drive the last few dozen kilometers."

Brian didn't refuse; his stomach was indeed still a little uncomfortable.

"I hope everything goes smoothly from here on out."

"Brian, I'm not as naive as you. I have a feeling something else will happen. Want to bet?"

"No, I don't want to take a bet I can't possibly lose!"

"What a pity—"

However, to Rosen and Brian's surprise, apart from the occasional Las Vegas police officer on the road, the two drove carefully and discreetly without encountering any other trouble.

We arrived at our destination very smoothly, without exceeding the allotted time.

The driver of the Toyota sedan has changed; Brian is now in charge of driving.

However, Rosen did not sit in the passenger seat, but hid on the floor in the back seat.

Unless you're looking in from the rear side window, you won't see anyone from this position.

However, all the side windows of this Toyota sedan were covered with privacy film, so unless he opened the car door directly, it would be almost impossible for Lawson to be exposed.

The only problem was that Rosen, who was 1.9 meters tall, felt a bit cramped cramped on the floor of the back seat.

But for the sake of security and secrecy, Rosen had no choice but to do it this way.

With five minutes left in the three-hour time limit, Brian drove to his destination.

This is a small warehouse located on the outskirts of Las Vegas. Inside, there is a black sedan and three...

A white man was waiting.

Brian drove the car into the small warehouse and then carefully got out.

The guy cautiously watched the three people opposite him, always using the car door to cover most of his body.

Although Japanese cars have relatively thin bodies, they are still thin enough to hold enough bullets for a handgun.

"Did you have a harvest?"

One of the three white men pulled out a car key and showed it to the other, which was actually a pre-arranged signal for the handover.

Brian breathed a slight sigh of relief.

"The stuff is in the trunk."

The person holding the key nodded, then walked over with another person.

The remaining person stayed behind to keep watch.

The fact that the two of them didn't say a word made Brian feel a little strange, but it's true that people don't speak during gang transactions to avoid being recorded.

But as they passed Brian, one of them suddenly pulled out a pistol and attacked him.

Fortunately, Brian remained vigilant and got into the car immediately, otherwise he would have been killed on the spot.

But even if Brian dodged the first wave of attacks, he was still at a significant disadvantage against three people with three guns.

Fortunately, Rosen was also in the car.

Upon hearing the gunshot, Rosen immediately opened the car door and fired his G18.

Caught completely off guard, the two gang members had their feet trimmed by Rosen on the spot.

In reality, you don't need to fire as many shots as in a game to trim someone's feet with a handgun; just a few bullets are enough to render them incapacitated.

Seeing that things were going badly, the gang members who were on guard in the distance immediately got into their car and tried to escape.

Rosen fired all the remaining bullets into the car's tires, preventing him from escaping.

The rest was very simple. What was originally 3v1 became 1v2. Rosen and Brian first disarmed the two gang members who were getting their feet trimmed, and then they worked together to catch the gang member in the car.

Despite the threat of death, these gang members were very cooperative.

You can't expect these gang members to have the determination to fight to the death; that's asking too much.

Brian, who had narrowly escaped death, was furious and punched the man who had just fired the shot in the face.

"Fuck! You guys are trying to double-cross us!"

Yes, gang members inevitably encounter double-crossing, especially among Black gangs.

Rosen, however, sensed that things weren't so simple, because he noticed that the gang members hadn't said a word.

"Rosen, thank goodness you were here this time, or I would be dead for sure!"

"Don't say things like that. You helped me before. Why aren't you saying anything, you lot?"

Rosen moved the gun barrel away from the three men's heads until finally someone spoke.

"Don't kill us!"

Brian was taken aback by those words.

"Irish accent? Are you from the Irish mafia?"

While it's not surprising that there are Irish gangs in Las Vegas, Brian still instinctively felt something was wrong.

Rosen continued to ask questions.

"Whose people are you?"

The three of them looked at each other, and then the person who had been holding the key spoke.

"If we tell, will you let us go?"

"Don't worry, even if you don't tell me, I won't mess with you. At most, I'll break your limbs and leave you disabled for life."

This is far more cruel than simply killing someone.

The thought of spending the rest of their lives paralyzed and bedridden due to lack of money for treatment made the three Irishmen feel an urge to bladder.

Two of them, who had been shot in the legs, were trembling all over; their situation was very dire.

"We said! It was Carl Rost who made us do this!"

"Karl Rost? That name sounds familiar. Do you know who he is?"

Rosen turned to look at Brian.

"I've heard of this guy. He's a drug lord operating in Las Vegas, with a lot of influence in Nevada. But he's an Onsa, and I don't recall him having that many Irish people under his command."

For some historical reasons, the Irish have never gotten along well with the Onsa people.

You rarely see Irish people working under Anglo-Saxon companies, just as you rarely see French people working for English companies.

These words made Rosen narrow his eyes.

"So you think they're lying?"

"That's possible!"

Rosen shot directly into the arm of the man who had just spoken, startling Brian.

"what!"

"I've already given you a chance, and you still lied!"

Just as Rosen was about to torture the three gang members, Brian stopped him.

This guy still has the basic conscience of a policeman, even though this thing isn't very useful when he's undercover.

"What are you trying to do?"

"Use torture! Are you going to pity these three scumbags? They didn't hesitate at all when they shot you!"

These words silenced Brian. He knew he had no reason to stop Rosen, but he felt uneasy about Rosen's use of torture.

"Brian, if you can't bear it, go stand guard outside. I'm worried the gunshots will attract the police."

"Okay, I'll go out first."

Brian ultimately acquiesced to Rosen's use of torture, as he also wanted to know who was behind these three men.

Without Brian around, Rosen can really get going.

"Are you all ready? Who wants to start?"

The three gang members looked terrified, and none of them dared to speak.

Rosen continued to increase the psychological pressure on the three of them.

"I happen to know a method to sever the tendons in your hands and feet. This method will ensure that after you are cured, you will be permanently rendered powerless and useless! But I haven't tried it myself; perhaps you can be my first test subjects!"

As he said this, Rosen smiled and took out a dagger from his pocket, repeatedly slashing it in front of the three of them.

The cold blade traced across the skin, and coupled with Rosen's bloody smile, someone finally couldn't hold back any longer.

"I'll talk! I'll talk! Please let us go!"

"That depends on whether what you're saying is true!"

"We're actually part of Castro's gang!"