America: Starting with the Last Liberty

The small warehouse where Phil, Dennis, and Donnie used to meet had long been abandoned, but it was bustling with activity at the moment.

Inside the warehouse, two burly men were talking to Vincent Murphy, while a pregnant woman was tied to a chair and unable to move.

"Mr. Murphy, we've agreed that regardless of whether this matter succeeds or not, Mr. Richie's favor will be repaid."

"Of course! I don't think we'll fail, even if that kid finds backup!"

The two burly men thought the same thing, after all, they had brought submachine guns with them. However, in their line of work, there are some unpleasant things to say upfront.

"It seems like it's almost time, why hasn't that guy arrived yet?"

No sooner had one of the burly men finished speaking than the sound of a car came from outside the warehouse.

"They're here! You two, hide quickly!"

The two burly men immediately split up; one hid behind a box in the corner, while the other hid under an abandoned car.

Soon, the person outside opened the warehouse door, revealing Donnie, whose face was full of anger.

"Vincent Murphy, I'm here!"

Vincent stood openly behind Maggie Piston, staring at Donnie with a gloomy expression.

"Joe Piston, why are you alone? Where's your Asian friend?"

Donnie remained quite firm and showed no intention of betraying Rosen.

"He left; he didn't come back."

"Oh? He just ignored you and left?"

Vincent didn't believe him, so he put his hand on Maggie's shoulder.

"Joe Piston, you'd better stop playing tricks and get him out of here, or your wife is going to suffer!"

"Damn it! If you have a problem, come at me! Don't hurt Maggie!"

"You think I wouldn't dare to curse?"

With that, Vincent pulled out his gun and fired a shot into Donnie's thigh, instantly knocking Donnie to his knees, unable to stand up.

This scene caused Maggie to struggle violently.

"Don't move, Mrs. Piston. I really don't want to hurt a pregnant woman, provided you behave!"

Feeling the cold barrel of the gun against the back of her head, Maggie froze.

"Joe Piston, I'm giving you one more chance. Let that Asian man come out!"

Donnie struggled to stand up, but unless you're the kind of guy with a protagonist's aura, how many people can stand up after being shot in the thigh?

So Donnie tried several times, but couldn't get up.

"Vincent, I told you, he didn't come at all!"

"Do you think I'm an idiot?"

Just as Vincent was about to fire again, he heard the sound of a car at the door. He immediately gave a look to the two burly men who were hiding.

This probably means that Vincent wants to catch them alive; dead people won't get him a chance to get back to the police station.

But the person who came in was someone Vincent hadn't expected.

"Brian O'Connor, what are you doing here?"

That's right, it was another undercover police officer who directly revealed Donnie's whereabouts to Vincent.

"Vincent, what are you doing? I didn't believe people when they said you kidnapped Downey's wife, but I never thought you'd actually do it!"

Brian O'Connor, gun in hand and aimed at Vincent, saw Maggie Piston strapped to a chair and was completely convinced of the man who had just called him.

Unlike Downey, Brian O'Connor, a police officer who had only recently become an undercover agent, still had his fiery passion burning within him and therefore could not accept what Vincent had done.

Vincent's expression turned extremely ugly. Brian O'Connor's appearance meant that his actions tonight could very well get him out of the police force forever.

No police officer would solve a case by kidnapping a pregnant woman. If this gets out, Vincent will be fired, which would be the least of his worries; he'll most likely end up in jail.

"Vincent, release Maggie right now, and I'll pretend this never happened!"

Brian was still trying to persuade Vincent, unaware that it was precisely because of his presence that Vincent had no other choice.

So Vincent clapped his hands twice, waking up the two burly men who had been hiding.

Faced with two submachine guns, Brian was dumbfounded.

"You don't think I'm alone, do you? Put down that gun!"

Brian was speechless. With two submachine guns pointed at him, there was no way he could fight back. He could only raise his hand and put the pistol on the ground.

After Brian put down his weapon, Vincent immediately erupted. He walked up to Brian, punched him to the ground, and then kicked him hard in the stomach.

"You damned undercover agents, why can't you just listen to me?! Why! Why! Why?!"

Vincent's words, seemingly a question, were actually a form of venting.

It was obvious that after Brian learned of Vincent's actions, Vincent had to silence him, or he would end up in jail.

However, killing an undercover police officer is undoubtedly very risky, and no one knows if Brian left any message behind.

If things go wrong, Vincent will still have to go to jail to pick up the soap.

After venting his anger, Vincent pointed a gun at Brian's head.

"Donnie, you're so loyal, aren't you? Fine, I won't threaten you with Maggie, I'll threaten you with your colleague! Make your choice!"

Donnie's eyes widened; he was genuinely touched that Brian had come to his rescue.

On one side is his pregnant wife, and on the other side is his colleague who helped him. This balance is simply beyond Donnie's control.

"I...I..."

"Donnie, don't worry about me! This is all my fault, save your sister-in-law!"

Brian wore an expression of repentance; he genuinely believed that he was responsible for the outcome.

If Brian hadn't said anything, Downey would probably have already left Los Angeles safely with his wife.

"What a touching scene! Brian, don't blame me!"

Vincent has already decided to go down this path to the bitter end, so no matter what Donnie chooses, Brian is destined to die.

Brian closed his eyes; he had come here prepared, of course.

Just as Vincent was about to pull the trigger, rapid gunshots suddenly came from the ceiling.

The dilapidated warehouse had two skylights, one of which was directly above Maggie. The shards of the broken window fell directly onto Maggie's head.

But Maggie wasn't the most unlucky one. The worst off was the burly man standing not far from her, who was instantly riddled with bullets and riddled with more than a dozen bloody holes, dying instantly.

Another burly man reacted quickly, finding cover to fight back.

But a moment later, the raging bullets began to press down on the burly man, making it impossible for him to lift his head.

This burly man was also an experienced gunman, and he had already identified what kind of gun the enemy was using.

"Fuck! It's a Glock 18!"

But knowing the problem is one thing, solving the problem is another.