America: Starting with the Last Liberty

"Just as I expected."

After reading David Albert's intelligence, Sean Arthur smiled confidently.

Jane Banner, standing to the side, looked on with curiosity.

"Sir, is the intelligence obtained from this bar reliable?"

"Of course! In California, there's no more reliable information broker than Zangie Vicky's Bar!"

Sean handed the intelligence to Jane so she could take a look.

Jane glanced at David Albert's recent activities, then looked up at Sean.

"Sir, what should we do now?"

"David Albert's intelligence has sufficiently demonstrated that this guy has a motive to be involved in this case; I even suspect he's the mastermind. Let's go, we need to talk to him."

David Albert and his wife and children live in an affluent neighborhood in San Gabriel. In recent days, he sent his wife and children to her parents' home to avoid giving away any clues.

It must be said that David Albert was quite cautious, so he kept a low profile after the incident.

If the Los Angeles Police Department hadn't required David Albert to remain in the city and be available for questioning at any time, he probably would have already fled to a secluded place for a vacation to avoid trouble.

However, nothing happened for almost a week after the mission, which made David Albert feel a little relieved.

However, that evening, an uninvited guest still rang the doorbell.

"They're here!"

A Filipino maid looked through the peephole and saw two menacing-looking, burly men in black suits standing outside the door.

The two men's appearance frightened the Filipino maid, so she didn't dare open the door directly. Instead, she asked the people outside through the intercom on the door.

"Who are you looking for?"

The middle-aged man with black hair who was leading the group spoke.

"We're looking for Mr. Albert. You can tell Mr. Albert that Black Sonny needs to speak with him."

"Wait a moment, I'll be right back."

Two minutes later, the Filipino maid returned, opened the door, and invited the two guests in.

Upon entering the living room, David very politely offered brandy to Black Sonny and his men to take a seat.

"Mr. Sonny, what brings you to my humble abode today?"

David's expression showed obvious tension. After all, the Mafia is different from the police; they don't care about evidence, they can prosecute you just because they have suspicion.

David can use his connections to get by with the police and even the FBI, but the Mafia...

Sonny noticed David's unusual behavior and quietly took a sip of his brandy.

"Mr. Albert, I think you should know why we're here."

"Is it about gold?"

Pretending to be stupid was pointless; David knew the Mafia wouldn't reason with him, so he cooperated fully.

"That's right! You need to know that's Mr. Bonanno's gold, and no one can take away the Bonanno family's gold!"

What about the IRS?

David muttered to himself, knowing that the so-called Mafia was also a bully who preyed on the weak, or rather, most gangs were like that.

When Al Capone, the former kingpin of the Chicago underworld, was taken away by the IRS, didn't he just shut up?

He was eventually sent to prison for tax evasion, which is a huge joke of America's justice system.

"Mr. Sonny, this was unexpected, and I didn't anticipate they would be so bold! I warned them that there are some things in the vault that are off-limits!"

Black Sonny was very satisfied with David's attitude. If everyone were this pragmatic, his job would be much easier.

"Tell me, who stole the things from the vault?"

"I don't know their names, and they were disguised. All I know is that one was a white man with a big beard, another was a bald white man covered in tattoos, and the third was a young Asian man!"

"Is there anything else?"

Black Sonny was somewhat dissatisfied; this information was not enough for him to find those four people, after all, the Mafia did not have sketch artists.

Seeing that Black Sonny's attitude had changed, David quickly took out what he had prepared beforehand.

"I was in my car when they came looking for me. This is footage from my dashcam; it should be useful to you!"

Black Sonny picked up the hard drive David handed him, and a smile finally appeared on his face.

Black Sonny downed the brandy in his glass in one gulp and stood up.

"David Albert, Mr. Bonanno doesn't like people who try to outsmart others. There won't be a next time!"

After saying that, Black Sonny gave one of his men a look, and the man immediately went to David's side and held him down.

Seemingly realizing something, David struggled violently, but how could a pampered bank executive possibly break free from a burly gangster?

"No! I've already told you everything, please let me go!"

"That won't do! Mr. Bonanno is furious about the missing gold, so someone must be punished!"

Black Sonny certainly wouldn't kill David. After all, he'd only been at Pacific Standard Bank for a week, and if David died, the Los Angeles police would definitely trace it back to the Mafia.

That's like dumping a pot of shit on your own head.

Perhaps they could do this during the Mafia's heyday, but now they have to keep a low profile.

However, the Mafia cannot do nothing, otherwise, the Mafia, which relies on violence and terror to maintain its rule in the underworld, would completely lose its foundation for dominance.

So, Black Sonny broke one of David's fingers as punishment.

"ah--"

The screams terrified the Filipino maid in the next room, making her tremble with fear.

Goodbye, Mr. David Albert, sweet dreams tonight.

Only after Black Sonny and his men left did the Filipino maid next door dare to come over and check on her boss.

"Mr. Albert, are you alright?"

David, sweating profusely, clutched his broken finger and glared angrily at the Filipino maid.

"Fuck! Do I look okay now? Hurry up and call to make an appointment at the clinic!"

In America, wealthy people usually go to private clinics for medical treatment, so they don't have to wait in line at hospitals like the poor.

The Filipino maid quickly went out to make a phone call, but she came back halfway there.

"Mr. Albert, another visitor has arrived!"

"Fuck! Whoever it is, get the hell out of here! I'm not in the mood to see anyone right now!"

"But……"

"No buts!"

"They're already inside."

David looked up sharply and saw a middle-aged man with a rugged face leading a young and beautiful blonde woman into the living room.

"Who are you? This is a private residence, you are not welcome here!"

The blonde woman pulled an ID card out of her pocket and showed it to David.

"We are the FBI!"

David's eyes flickered, but his attitude remained firm.

"The FBI can't just barge into someone's home! Leave my house immediately!"

The middle-aged man did not listen to David. Instead, he glanced at the empty cups on the table and David's hand covered with a handkerchief.

"Mr. David Albert, it seems you've just had two unpleasant guests! Would you be interested in talking about them?"