America: Starting with the Last Liberty

Mia rolled her eyes, then suddenly seemed to remember something.

"Rosen, you're not trying to scare me, are you? That kind of way of picking up girls isn't fashionable anymore!"

Rosen raised his eyebrows. He knew Mia had misunderstood, but this situation was really hard to explain.

They can't exactly say they thought they saw someone watching them, can they?

Mia would just think Rosen is tasteless.

So Rosen continued speaking, following Mia's lead.

"So, Ms. Mia, could you teach me how to strike up a conversation with the beautiful Ms. Mia?"

Mia immediately beamed with joy.

As I said before, praise is important, but the person giving the praise is also very important.

Rosen Quamia is beautiful, but the effect is definitely different from that of the homeless Quamia being beautiful.

"Hmm! Then leave your phone number, and I can teach you later!"

"That's wonderful, Ms. Mia!"

While chatting and laughing, Mia had already dropped Rosen off at the entrance of the Zangie Vicky bar, where Rosen's Dodge Viper was parked nearby.

After leaving his phone number, Rosen said goodbye to Mia.

When he got back to the Dodge Viper, Rosen first glanced at the Harvest Day app on his phone and, sure enough, saw a new job.

[New Job: Heat Tracking]

Difficulty: ☆☆☆

Main objective: To complete the underground racing competition.

[Additional Condition 1: Give the opponent a 20-second head start]

[Additional Condition 2: Win the championship]

Current status: Preparation phase

[Purchasable Information: 2 items]

It really is a new job! And a Samsung job at that!

Tang is really a good friend; he gave me a new job as soon as I came back after only a few days.

The name of this job is quite interesting; it seems to indicate the nature of the competition.

If Lawson remembers correctly, the Need for Speed ​​series he played in his past life included a subtitle called Hot Pursuit.

The subtitle indicates that the game's theme is about police intercepting race cars in various ways, with some modes also allowing the use of power-ups.

Could this underground racing competition be the same way?

Rosen glanced at the available information and, without hesitation, immediately paid.

Cash - 20000!

[Intelligence 1: The Los Angeles Police Department had already received information about the underground car race and was prepared.]

[Intelligence 2: Attorney Francis Ritchie wants to use this competition to kill his rival.]

As expected, the Los Angeles Police Department will be involved in this underground racing competition, and judging from the intelligence, the police are likely to be very well prepared.

Therefore, the real challenge of this underground racing competition actually lies with the police, since if they are caught by the police, they will naturally not be able to complete the race.

As for Intelligence 2, it puzzled Rosen.

Could it be that Francis Rich is the one who leaked the underground racing competition information?

Does he want to kill his rival and clear his name by creating chaos?

The system certainly wouldn't provide this information for no reason; it must involve key factors of this underground competition.

After thinking for a moment, Rosen decided to get out of the car and go into the Sangevik Bar to buy Francis Richie's personal information from Svefa.

It was already 2 a.m., and the Sanjiviki bar was nearing closing time. There were hardly any customers left, and the few remaining customers were all drunk.

Some staff members have already started cleaning.

Under these circumstances, Svefa naturally couldn't continue to stay at the bar.

So, Rosen used the same old method to find the bartender and paid him $100 to pass on a message.

The bartender looked at Rosen with a very strange expression, as if to say, "Why is it always you?"

A few minutes later, Rosen easily entered the back of the Sanjiviki bar and found his way to Svefa's office.

"Little Rosen, what do you want now?"

You can see Svefa removing her makeup in front of the mirror; she's probably getting ready to rest.

This surprised Rosen. Normally, women don't let outsiders see what they look like without makeup, although Sweefa looked just as beautiful after removing her makeup.

But makeup is, after all, an important weapon for women. Without this important weapon, a woman's fighting power will be greatly reduced.

"Ms. Svefa, I'd like to ask you to buy some information."

"Buying intelligence again? Little Rosen, you're certainly busy!"

"There's no other way; it's not easy to support yourself in America."

"Really? Little Rosen, I happen to know a way for you to easily support yourself. Would you like to give it a try?"

As she spoke, Svefa looked up at Rosen and licked her lips.

Oops! You can't take this route!

"Ahem! Ms. Svefa, I have a big appetite, and I don't just want to feed myself."

"Alright, then tell me whose information you want."

"Francis Richie, I want information on this man."

Upon hearing the name, Svefa suddenly frowned.

"Francis Richie? Any other information?"

There are quite a few people with the same name as America, so if there is no other information, it is possible to find someone else.

"He's a lawyer, but I don't know which law firm he works for."

"Rosen, as far as I know, there's only one lawyer in Los Angeles named Francis Rich."

Svefa crossed her arms over her chest, making her peak advantage even more prominent.

"From what you're saying, this guy is quite a big shot?"

"He's not exactly a big shot, at least not a threat to me, but he does wield some power. Why would you want his information?"

"That's my secret! Ms. Svefa, what about his information...?"

"One hundred thousand US dollars. If you can come up with one hundred thousand US dollars, you can get his information tomorrow."

Wow! This price is double what David Albert's intelligence said!

"So expensive?"

"Of course! Francis Richie is no ordinary man. The $100,000 is already a discount because of you."

As she spoke, Svefa stood up and walked to Rosen's side, placing her soft hand on his shoulder.

Rosen could clearly feel the calluses on Svefa's thumb, index finger, and palm of her non-dominant hand, which was obviously something only someone who frequently handled guns would have.

That gun is serious, please don't get the wrong idea!

"Rosen, if you can't come up with that much money, there are other ways to pay!"

"Ahem! Ms. Svefa, I can certainly come up with $100,000, but I hope this information is worth the price!"

Despite being able to make money, Svefa seemed very unhappy because she wanted something else.

"You little rascal, is there something wrong with your health or do you have some other hobby? I've already said it, and you still want to refuse!"

As she spoke, Svefa reached down to check if Rosen was alright.

As a result, this attempt to capture the dragon caused trouble, directly awakening the sleeping Eastern dragon!