America: Starting with the Last Liberty

Chapter 141 Will you come back for dinner? (4K)

Brian finally met Adams Byrne, albeit with some twists and turns in the process.

Adams recognized Brian at a glance.

"I remember you. You were one of the four riders who set off at dawn. It's funny, just two hours ago, Killian said you were dead."

Brian remained remarkably calm in the face of Adams' scrutinizing gaze, for he had already prepared a response beforehand.

"Mr. Byrne, I really almost died! I managed to shake off the police as I entered Nevada, but I was shot by the person picking up the package when I arrived at the delivery location. If I hadn't reacted quickly, I might not be standing here right now!"

"What exactly happened?"

Brian recounted what had happened on the road, but omitted Rosen's presence.

"So, those three people just killed you directly, without any intention of taking the goods?"

"Yes, I interrogated those three people afterwards, and they did say they hadn't received any orders to pick up the goods. And when I used the keys they had to open the trunk of the car, I found that the goods being transported were protein powder."

Adams closed his eyes, seemingly processing Brian's words.

After a while, Adams opened his eyes again, his gaze now incredibly sharp.

Only at this moment did Brian realize that Adams was not an old professor, but a mob boss.

"Did you bring the goods back?"

"I brought it back."

Brian placed the briefcase in front of Adams, and Kevin immediately went over to inspect it.

First, I looked at the markings on the briefcase and the parchment paper, and then I checked the protein powder inside the parchment paper.

"Mr. Byrne, it is indeed our goods, but they contain protein powder."

Adams' eyes were filled with rage, but his expression remained perfectly calm.

"Mr. O'Connor, did you ask who ordered those three men?"

"They initially claimed to be employed by Karl Rost, but later said they were instructed by Frank Castro."

Brian noticed that Adams' jaw muscles seemed to react when he heard the name Frank Castro, as if he were clenching his teeth.

"Mr. Byrne, it must have been that bastard Frank Castro who did it! That guy was causing you trouble just a few days ago!"

"I know, Kevin. Castro is a vengeful guy, and I knew he would retaliate, but I didn't expect it to come so quickly. However, Castro isn't the most important issue right now; the most important thing is to resolve the internal problems of the Byrne Gang."

Adams clearly already knew who the mole in the Byrne gang was, even though he had no evidence, but all the clues pointed to the same person.

Adams then took a deep breath and looked at Brian.

"Mr. O'Connor, I wonder if you'd be willing to speak about these things publicly at the rally in a few days. I promise to protect your safety during this time and make you a member of the Byrne Gang afterwards."

Brian was overjoyed. Becoming a member of the Byrne Gang meant he was one step closer to Adams' inner circle.

"Mr. Byrne, of course I'd love to!"

"Great! Kevin, find Brian a safe place to stay for a few days, and wait for my call."

"Okay, Mr. Byrne."

Brian was led out by Kevin, and Adams closed his eyes again in the room.

The changes in his facial expressions revealed that this guy was not calm, and the drastic emotional changes also caused his body to react.

"Cough cough cough————"

Adams quickly covered his mouth with a handkerchief.

After a violent coughing fit subsided, Adams glanced at the handkerchief, which was soaked in blood, and even some tiny biological tissue could be seen.

"It seems that the effectiveness of targeted drugs is getting worse and worse."

Adams looked calmly at the handkerchief, as if he had accepted reality, but his slightly trembling hands still revealed his unwillingness.

This is easy to understand; if you can live, who would want to die?

As if after a fierce internal struggle, Adams finally made up his mind and took out a very special-looking cell phone.

I dialed a number, and the call went through quickly.

"Hello, this is Adams Byrne."

"Mr. Byrne, now that you've dialed this number, it means you've already made your decision, right?"

"Yes, but I have one request."

"Please tell us, we can accept any reasonable request."

Adams took a deep breath and then stated his request.

The person on the other end of the phone quickly gave an answer after hearing Adams' request.

"A perfectly reasonable request! Mr. Byrne, Agent 91 will be coming to you soon, you can rest assured."

"I see."

After hanging up the phone, Adams stared blankly at the closed door, unable to come to his senses for a long time.

After a long while, only a long sigh remained in the room.

On the other side, at the same familiar suburban cinema, the staff saw the menacing old man walk in again.

Hey, any good movies out today?

The staff member rolled their eyes.

"What good movies can we possibly have in our cinema? Do you think this is some kind of government theater?"

(The ZG Theater, located at 6925 Hollywood Boulevard in Los Angeles, is one of Los Angeles' landmark buildings.)

"Okay, just give me any ticket."

Frank didn't argue with the staff, bought a ticket and popcorn, and went into the theater.

There were still quite a few couples having affairs in the theater, but Frank didn't seem to care.

The presence of these illicit lovers could also provide Frank with some cover, since what he was doing was something that couldn't be brought to light.

After a while, another old man came into the movie theater.

The old man didn't waste any words with the staff; he bought a ticket and went straight in.

Arriving at the familiar middle of the theater, the old man saw Frank munching on popcorn and immediately became furious.

"Frank, you seem pretty relaxed?"

Frank looked at the old man sitting next to him with a grin.

"Jonathan, you're sometimes too serious! Can't you relax a bit? I've suddenly realized that watching old movies isn't so bad; some of them are quite interesting!"

Jonathan wasn't in the mood for jokes with Frank. He threw the file folder in his hand at Frank, almost knocking the popcorn out of his hand.

"Hey! Watch out!"

Ignoring Frank's complaints, Jonathan leaned closer and whispered.

"Frank Castro, this is the last time I'll help you! Don't expect any more help from me!"

Frank remained smiling, seemingly unconcerned by Jonathan's warning.

"Don't say that, Jonathan! We've been buddies for 30 years. Without my help, could you have climbed to the position of deputy director? Could you be living such a comfortable life?"

"But I'm about to retire, and I just want to get through these few days peacefully. Please don't cause me any more trouble!"

"Of course, I just want you to do me a small favor this time. Investigating a nursing home shouldn't be a problem, right?"

Jonathan's facial muscles twitched a few times, and he looked conflicted.

"Fuck! I found a lot of weird things in the nursing home's records when I was investigating."

"Strange thing? What does that mean?"

"I suspect that other federal government agencies are also keeping an eye on this nursing home!"

Frank's eyes flashed; he hadn't expected an ordinary nursing home to be so complicated.

"Jonathan, can you tell which department did it?"

"I didn't dare investigate further, for fear of being discovered. But this method sounds a lot like something an intelligence agency would do! Frank, this matter can't be investigated any further!"

Frank's eyes flashed, as if he had made a connection to something.

"Seriously? Jonathan, I'll handle this carefully."

"Hmph! You better think that way. Anyway, I'm not cleaning up your messes anymore, and don't drag me into it!"

Jonathan clearly knows Frank very well, knowing that the other man is just saying it, and no one knows what he will actually do.

"How could that be? Jonathan, you should know very well that I'm a very sensible person!"

"I can't be bothered to talk to you!"

After saying that, Jonathan stood up and left the movie theater.

Frank sat for a while longer, but because he had too many things on his mind, even the popcorn in his hand didn't taste very sweet anymore.

In the end, Frank left the theater before the movie was over.

Returning to her villa with the documents, Eva greeted Frank with a beaming smile.

"Mr. Castro, you're back?"

Frank didn't even glance at Eva, even though she was wearing a black tank top that exposed most of her body.

Eva looked disappointed once again as she watched Frank enter the study.

But as soon as the study door closed, Eva's expression immediately changed from disappointment to gloom.

"This guy seems to have brought something back?"

After entering the study, Frank first checked the listening device, and then began to browse the documents.

After some analysis and verification, Frank's eyes lit up.

"So that's how it is—Adams Byrne, you've been hiding this well!"

A wicked smile crept across Frank's face.

After laughing for a while, Frank used the shredder to turn all the paper documents he had just received into shreds and threw them into the trash can.

Even a god couldn't recover the information in this situation.

After doing all this, Frank immediately took out his phone and dialed a number.

"Do you have time to go to the movies together?"

"I only watch war movies."

"Colin, I need you to do something."

"Mr. Castro, please speak."

"I need you to take some people to inspect a nursing home and confirm something for me!"

"Mr. Castro, I will take care of this."

"Colin, this is very important, make sure you confirm it carefully!"

"Mr. Castro, when have I ever disappointed you?"

"That's true, then let's do it that way."

Frank hung up the phone, then let out a long sigh of relief and leaned back in the boss's chair.

But soon after, Frank frowned again, took out his phone, and dialed another number.

"France, have all our people returned?"

"Mr. Castro, a group of three people have not returned."

"What! Which group?"

Frank immediately hung up and dialed a third number, but no one answered.

Once Frank realized something was wrong, he couldn't sit still any longer.

He got up and left the study, locking it behind him.

As Frank passed through the living room, his gaze inadvertently fell upon the alluring woman, Eva.

Eva's face still held that delicate, slightly sorrowful expression.

"Mr. Castro?"

Frank's Adam's apple bobbed, then he quickly turned his head and walked out.

"I have to go out."

"Mr. Castro, will you be back for dinner tonight?"

Eva was met with the heavy sound of the door closing, which made her face turn grim again.

After confirming that Frank had indeed left, Eva muttered a curse under her breath.

"That damned old man!"

After scolding her, Eva went straight to the study.

Using a wire to unlock the study, Eva stood at the door and observed for a moment before going in.

After confirming that there were no hidden mechanisms, he carefully walked to the desk.

Eva didn't touch anything on the table. She knew that Frank, despite his rude and barbaric appearance, was actually a very meticulous person.

The items on the table were placed haphazardly, but if they were moved even slightly, Frank would notice when he returned.

After observing that there was nothing unusual on the desk, Eva noticed a large amount of scraps of paper in the trash can.

This made Eva look thoughtful. She didn't touch the scraps of paper in the trash can, but left the study and locked the door again.

After doing all this, Eva took out her phone and dialed a number.

"Mr. Kostignan, I'd like to ask you for a favor!"

Eva's voice, trembling with tears, was so weak, but the expression on her face was unusually cold.

Billy on the other end of the phone felt a pang of pity.

After Eva accidentally discovered his whereabouts last time, the two have been in frequent contact.

At the time, Eva thought she was being deliberately followed, but Eva explained it as just a momentary curiosity.

The main reason is that Eva's acting was too good, and men always tend to underestimate the destructive power of women.

Through her superb acting skills, Eva successfully made Billy believe that she was a pitiful woman trapped in domestic violence.

Billy could indeed see that Frank frequently subjected Eva to verbal abuse, coupled with Eva showing him numerous new and old bruises on her body.

Billy was convinced of this, so the two had secretly formed an alliance and were exchanging information in private.

"Lady Castro, what happened? Tell me slowly!"

Eva began to embellish her account of the violence she had experienced.

"I can't hold on much longer! Billy, can you take me away from here?"

Billy on the other end of the phone would never do that.

"Lady Castro, please hold on a little longer. If he can be brought to justice, you'll be free! By the way, why was he so angry today?"

Eva then told Billy, with a touch of embellishment, what had happened in Frank's office that day.

"I understand! Lady Castro, you must persevere no matter what!"

"Thank you, Billy! I don't know how I would have kept going without your encouragement!"

(Eva)