America: Starting with the Last Liberty

"How did it turn out like this?"

Megan still can't believe that a murder has happened right before her eyes, a stark contrast to the cold, hard words she utters when she's reporting the news.

Franklin remained calm. He came from the slums and had witnessed death more than once, so the black man was still relatively composed.

"Xiao Fu, we have to call the police! Where's the nearest police station?"

Megan tugged at Franklin's arm.

"Megan, don't be so naive! We might not be safe at the police station! You should have seen that he's the kind of person who dared to kill even a Mafia family heir; his identity is definitely not ordinary. You don't want to be shot eight times in the back and commit suicide, do you?"

These words reminded Megan of the many bizarre suicide cases she had witnessed.

The mysterious death of the hero of the 1996 Oklahoma City bombing, with numerous bruises and cuts on his body while bound, was ultimately ruled a suicide.

The mysterious death of the "Octopus" journalist in 1991, which was investigated and revealed to be linked to corruption in the Iran-Contra affair and the Inslow case, was followed by his discovery that he had committed suicide by cutting his wrists in the bathtub.

……

These are all verifiable records. The deceased were all famous people, which is why they made the news. There are many more who disappeared silently, without leaving a trace.

This is the beacon of freedom, this is America!

Megan and Franklin were just two nobodys; once they entered the police station, they were essentially handing their fate over to the conscience of the police.

So here's the question: how much is the conscience of the Los Angeles Police Department worth?

"Xiao Fu, you're right! So what should we do now?"

Megan realized that the situation was beyond her control, and that Franklin's extensive street survival skills were their best hope for survival.

"Run! Find a place where nobody knows us and hide first, then decide what to do next based on the situation!"

Franklin drove toward the city, and more and more police cars appeared nearby, but none of them paid any attention to his Dodge Challenger; all the police cars were heading in one direction.

Yes, these police cars are all stopping a purple Dodge Viper.

If you looked down from above Los Angeles County, you could see police cars surrounding him from all sides, just to stop Rosen and his Dodge Viper.

"Rosen, two police cars are coming this way!"

"I saw it!"

A standard American-style interception: in order to stop Rosen, these two police cars would not hesitate to ram him over.

Given the weight and rigidity of a police car, a regular race car would definitely not be able to withstand it.

Although the modified Dodge Viper SRT-10 is tough enough, Rosen doesn't want it to get into too many collisions.

After all, there are so many police cars that you can't crash them all, while Lawson only has this one Dodge Viper.

Pressing a button on the control panel again sent a beam of light towards the two police cars ahead, causing them to sway left and right and slow down.

Rosen took this opportunity to pass through the middle.

Svefa looked at Rosen in surprise.

"You've got an EMP electromagnetic cannon on this vehicle? Is it the Batmobile?"

Rosen turned to Svefa and gave her a wicked smile.

"No! I'm the Joker!"

As they were talking, several more police cars pulled up from behind. They weren't following directly behind the Dodge Viper, probably because they were afraid of getting hit by spike strips again.

Seeing the police cars getting closer and closer on both sides, Rosen suddenly jerked the steering wheel and pressed a button.

An arc of electricity was released from the Dodge Viper, and several police cars around it were caught off guard and their steering wheels were locked by the current.

Rosen took the opportunity to turn around and head back in the original direction.

This operation completely disrupted the Los Angeles Police Department's plans, and even the police helicopter following overhead had to hastily turn around.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Rosen drove his Dodge Viper into an underground tunnel. At the tunnel entrance, he pressed a button and threw out a smoke grenade.

"The Dodge Viper has entered the tunnel! Quickly, go to the other end of the tunnel and block it!"

No one expected that after entering the tunnel, Rosen would stop the car under the cover of smoke and press a green button.

Immediately afterwards, several robotic arms extended from under the car and sprayed paint onto the body. In just two or three minutes, the Dodge Viper turned from purple to green.

At the same time, the car's rear wing and license plate number changed, and it even changed from a normal sports car to a convertible sports car.

Aside from still being a Dodge Viper model, this car has changed a lot from its previous appearance.

It's really hard to tell the difference if you don't look closely.

Svefa stared in disbelief at the scene, then spoke with certainty.

"You still say you're not Bruce Wayne?"

"And you? Are you Selena Kyle?"

The green convertible Dodge Viper drove out of the underground passage at a normal speed, following the same route.

The police helicopter in the sky and the police cars chasing on the ground only glanced at it before continuing to rush into the underground passage, completely unaware that this vehicle was the purple Dodge Viper they were trying to intercept.

After driving normally until he could no longer hear the sirens around him, Rosen found a quiet place to stop.

Svefa breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

"Rosen, I never want to ride in your car again!"

Rosen raised an eyebrow, a half-smile playing on his lips.

"Wasn't that exciting?"

It was really exciting. Svefa was covered in sweat, and her pants felt sticky.

"It's exciting, but I'm afraid too much stimulation will give me a heart attack!"

"Really? Let Dr. Rosen check your heart!"

Rosen placed his hand above Swifa's heart; the thick layer of fat provided a perfect feel.

At this moment, the adrenaline had not completely subsided, and stimulated by Rosen, Svefa's eyes immediately became glazed and her cheeks flushed, as if she had been drinking.

Rosen let out a soft breath; after such an exciting and thrilling race escape, this was exactly the kind of relaxation he needed.

So Rosen restarted the car and began to slowly drive toward the Zangie Vicky bar.

With the Iron Pilot as his trump card, even if someone else is operating the gear lever, it won't affect Rosen's driving.

On the contrary, the fact that he had to multitask gave Rosen a special feeling.

So the Dodge Viper, instead of its previous top speed of over 300 mph, slowly drove through the streets of Los Angeles.

I don't know how long I drove, until Swifa started to feel numb, then Rosen stepped on the gas and entered nitrous oxide mode.

"...Rosen, are you trying to suffocate me?!"

"How could that be? I just don't want you to waste this positive energy!"

Svefa rolled her eyes and suddenly noticed a Dodge Challenger speeding towards them from the front.