America: Starting with the Last Liberty

Rosen pressed another button on the car's control panel.

The next second, a row of spikes fell from the rear of the Dodge Viper.

In the darkness, the spike strips were not conspicuous, and the police car following Rosen did not expect him to be able to use the props.

As a result, a chain-reaction car accident occurred behind Rosen after the first police car stepped on the spike strip and lost control.

Only three police cars reacted quickly enough to avoid the chain-reaction collision, but this also allowed Rosen to gain a significant distance.

However, this was in the suburbs, with almost nowhere to hide, and with helicopters providing navigation from the sky, Rosen was still unable to shake off the Los Angeles Police Department's pursuit.

All Rosen could do was drive as far towards the city as possible, hoping to shake off the police and clear his name.

Upon receiving the assignment to perform thermal tracking, Rosen had already studied the map and prepared a rough route.

Compared to Rosen's inescapable trap, the other drivers were much luckier.

After all, Los Angeles police resources are limited. The lead drivers, such as Rosen, Martin Jr., and Dominic, attracted most of the Los Angeles police, while the remaining drivers were not really under police control.

For example, Franklin, whose car was in poor condition, fell behind again in the final sprint before the finish line.

Franklin was very lucky; not only did no helicopters bother him, but even police cars didn't notice his Dodge Challenger.

Perhaps even the Los Angeles police don't think this 1970 classic car is there to race.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck! That scared me to death! I almost thought I was going to go to jail!"

Megan kept swearing; what had happened tonight was far beyond her imagination.

"Meghan, please! I need to focus right now!"

Franklin clearly didn't want to hear the word "jail," although for most Black people, jail was like further education, something hard to escape.

After confirming that no police were following him, Franklin found a secluded corner to park the car.

Only then were Franklin and Megan able to calm their rapidly beating hearts a little.

But after she calmed down, many doubts arose in Megan's mind.

"That's strange. It seems like the LAPD planned this meticulously in advance; it doesn't look like someone just reported it on the spot. Franklin, what do you think is going on?"

Franklin scratched his head. After the incredibly exciting underground racing competition, his mind was both excited and chaotic, making it impossible for him to think clearly.

"Huh? I don't know!"

Megan frowned and began her analysis.

"The Los Angeles Police Department must have known about this underground car race a long time ago, otherwise they wouldn't have mobilized so many officers!"

Megan felt that perhaps half of the police force in Los Angeles County had been mobilized just now; such a level of police mobilization requires extensive coordination and planning.

It's not something that can be easily switched over with just a word or a command.

"so what?"

"Little Fu, when did you find out that underground racing competitions were being held in San Antonio Hills?"

About three days ago.

"If all the competitors knew the details of the race at this point, then the person who leaked the inside story of this underground racing competition is very likely from the organizers' side!"

Megan was very pleased with her own speculation, but Franklin's next words left her speechless.

"What's the use of analyzing this stuff?"

Megan was taken aback by these words, and then became somewhat discouraged.

This analysis seems to be of little use. Megan is neither a police officer nor an organizer, so even if she knew who the mole was, it wouldn't matter.

Seeing Megan's downcast mood, Franklin kindly offered her some words of comfort.

"Megan, on the bright side, at least you know who the driver was in the 5.1 Los Angeles Ring Expressway case."

This also excited the blonde female anchor.

"You're right, I'm determined to get that guy's interview!"

Franklin could only smile awkwardly at this; he knew that the handsome Asian youth certainly didn't want to be interviewed.

At that moment, a flashy red Porsche 911 GT2 appeared not far away, and Franklin immediately recognized it as Martin's car.

"Megan, look! That looks like Martin Bonanno's car!"

"Where? Where?"

Megan quickly noticed the Porsche 911 not far away, and the blonde news anchor showed a delighted expression.

"Little Fu, maybe we can interview Martin Jr."

Franklin stared at Megan in disbelief, as if she were a madman.

"What? Are you kidding me? That's the young master of the Bonanno family!"

Unfortunately, Megan did not heed Franklin's advice; she unbuckled her seatbelt, grabbed the DV camera, and got out of the car.

But another SUV pulled up, and a well-dressed young man got out, looking slightly more mature than Martin.

Martin got out of the car as well. He seemed to recognize the well-dressed young man and opened his arms as if to hug him.

However, what awaited Martin was a pistol pulled out by the other party.

biubiubiu!

The sound of a silenced pistol rang out, and Martin, riddled with holes, collapsed into a pool of blood, his female companion screaming.

The well-dressed young man showed no mercy and shot Martin's female companion dead as well.

Little Martin, lying on the ground, looked at the young man with an incredulous expression, seemingly unable to comprehend his behavior.

"Why, why?"

Out of consideration for Martin's impending death, the young man gave an answer.

"Sorry, Martin, as long as you're around, I'll never be able to sit in that position!"

Martin died with immense resentment. The young man, having finally achieved his goal, was extremely excited. He tore at his tie and let out a low, maniacal laugh like a wild beast.

However, the young man was unaware that someone in the corner was filming the entire murder with a DV camera.

Megan accidentally kicked a glass bottle while backing away.

"Who's there? Who's there?!"

The young man immediately turned his gaze in the direction from which the sound came, and saw a blonde female anchor filming with a DV camera.

"Fuck!"

The young man quickly picked up the pistol and pulled the trigger, but the pistol's optimal range is within 10 meters; beyond 20 meters, the bullet becomes uncontrollable by the shooter.

Don't believe the scenes in some movies and TV shows where pistols are mistakenly shot as rifles.

"Meghan, come back soon!"

Megan only then realized what was happening and quickly ran towards the Dodge Challenger.

Megan was at least 30 meters away from the youth, so the youth missed every shot.

With a roar of its engine, the Dodge Challenger sped away.

The well-dressed young man, his face dark, took out his phone and began dialing a number.

"Hey, I want you all to collectively go after a Dodge Challenger with license plate number XXXXXXX. There's a beautiful white woman and a black man in the car, and the location is around the XXX block."

"Yes, at all costs, destroy those two people and their car!"