America: Starting with the Last Liberty

By the time Vincent received information about Rosen and his group from Megan, Rosen and his companions had already moved again.

At this moment, the four of them were having a drink in a rented room in a small town called Palm Valley.

This place is over a hundred kilometers away from the Pacific Standard Bank branch, so the Los Angeles police would never find it.

The television in the room was still playing the news, which was about the Los Angeles police raid on a mountain bike race and the issue of police brutality.

Yes, media professionals have always been very united. When a media professional is treated unfairly, it often triggers a large-scale backlash from the news media industry.

No media professional wants to be treated the same way.

Therefore, Vincent will ultimately have to pay the price for his impulsive behavior; at the very least, his reputation in Los Angeles will be infamous for the next few days.

This has indirectly affected Vincent's future, even though he had just received a commendation from the Commissioner General of Police a few days earlier.

But that's how it is with civil servants: they get rewards for good deeds, but they also face punishment for bad ones.

Otherwise, how could there be so many pay thieves who seek no merit but only to avoid mistakes?

Upon seeing this news, Downey couldn't help but break into a broad smile.

On the other side, Phil was unaware of the conflict between Donnie and Vincent. He was more curious about how Rosen had persuaded David Albert, the general manager of the Pacific Standard Bank branch.

"It's actually quite simple. I've found out that David Albert has a huge loan that he personally negotiated, and it's uncollectible. It's a massive loss, enough to get him fired. So David Albert desperately needs an opportunity to balance the books, and we're the ones who can help him perfectly balance them!"

Phil felt as if his cerebellum had shrunk, and he was momentarily unable to process what was happening.

"What do you mean?"

"Phil, do you believe that tomorrow's newspapers will report that Pacific Standard Bank's losses are several times what we received?"

Phil finally understood.

"Fuck! So that guy will inflate our profits to cover his own losses?"

"Yes, he might even make a fortune."

Dennis was furious.

"What the hell! We planned this for so long to earn this much money, and that guy just changed some numbers in the ledger and made it all up?"

Rosen nodded silently. He was also unhappy, but that was the rule of the game.

"On the bright side, isn't it the existence of someone like David Albert that allowed us to exploit this loophole?"

Phil and Dennis scratched their heads. Although they were also a little annoyed, they still clinked glasses with Rosen.

"Rosen, you're right! This job is so easy, all thanks to you!"

"Ha! Without your intelligence, I wouldn't have been able to make such a fortune! By the way, can we start dividing the money now?"

Phil and Dennis exchanged a glance.

"certainly!"

When it came time to divide the money, Rosen only took the gold bars and didn't want the jewelry.

Jewelry recycling is easy to get ripped off if you don't have someone you know to help you, but it's a bit better with gold.

Unlike Phil and Dennis, who are organized individuals, Rosen is a lone wolf and prefers gold bars for security.

Because of Rosen's contributions to the job, Phil and Dennis did not refuse his request and even gave Rosen over ten thousand dollars in cash.

The total system valuation is $50, which far exceeds the previously agreed distribution rules.

This puzzled Rosen, but Phil insisted on doing so.

"Listen, Rosen, we distribute rewards according to contribution. Your contribution in this mission far exceeded ours, so this is what you deserve!"

Since Phil said so, Rosen didn't hold back.

"Phil, if you need any more of these kinds of jobs in the future, you can contact me. Like with your 'big family'."

Rosen hadn't forgotten his mission, but Phil seemed reluctant to mention this "big family."

"Uh, there will be opportunities. We'll keep in touch later."

If the remaining profits are split equally among the three people, each person will receive approximately $300,000.

This amount of money is indeed enough to live a carefree life for quite some time. If you were in a place in central America where prices are relatively low, you could live a carefree life for five or six years without any problem.

However, America's nuclear-powered money printing machine will print money like crazy in the future, and the US dollar will become increasingly worthless.

After dividing the money, Rosen left with his share.

It was 9 p.m. when I drove my Dodge Viper back to my apartment.

Rosen was surprised to see Blake wandering alone downstairs from the apartment.

"Blake, what are you doing here?"

Upon hearing Rosen's voice, Blake's eyes lit up, and he quickly walked towards him.

After a few days of rest, the black-haired girl's sprained ankle has almost fully recovered.

"Rosen, are you off work yet?"

"Hmm! What about you?"

Blake looked towards the third floor with his hands behind his back.

"My dad just went upstairs, so I came out to give them some privacy."

So that's how it is!

"Would you like to come over to my place for a bit?"

Blake shook his head and instead turned his gaze to Rosen's secondhand Dodge Viper.

"Is this your car?"

"Yes, this is a used car I recently bought."

"Rosen, can you take me for a drive?"

"No problem! Where would you like to go?"

"Anywhere is fine!"

Rosen drove Blake to the Hollywood Hills, where they could overlook the bustling night view of Los Angeles.

Blake exclaimed in amazement upon seeing the beautiful city night view.

Wow! So beautiful!

"What? You've never been to the Hollywood Hills before?"

Rosen remembered that Blake was a Los Angeles native, but now he seemed like he was visiting the Hollywood Hills for the first time.

"Actually, I've only been to the Hollywood Hills during the day, never at night."

Blake braced herself against the railing as if she were about to leap out, which startled Rosen, who quickly reached out and grabbed her.

"Hahaha...this feels amazing!"

"Blake, you didn't drink before you came out, did you?"

"No way! Smell it if you don't believe me!"

Blake suddenly turned his head and pressed his face against Rosen's; the two were so close they could smell each other's breath.

Rosen noticed that Blake's breath had a faint milky scent.

Blake, on the other hand, smelled a unique aroma of tobacco and whiskey mixed together, which smelled very pleasant.

The next second, Blake's cheeks turned rosy at a visible speed, and she closed her eyes.

Rosen seemed to have heard someone say that if a girl blushes and closes her eyes in front of you, it means she wants you to kiss her.

So, Rosen decisively hugged Blake and gently kissed him.

Blake responded awkwardly, and the two goldfish began to entangle themselves in the dark night until one of them could no longer breathe.

After the kiss, Rosen was certain that Blake hadn't drunk any alcohol that night, but he had drunk pure milk.