America: Starting with the Last Liberty

"Rosen, this Dodge Challenger looks familiar!"

"Isn't that the same car you're racing tonight?"

Rosen immediately recalled the blonde news anchor who looked exactly like Charlize Theron.

Well, because he just released some energy, Rosen is now in a state of mental clarity and his concentration is a little off.

However, Swifa was very focused after eating high-quality protein.

"Something's wrong! Rosen, that Dodge Challenger looks like it's being chased!"

"Being chased? Could it be a police car? But I didn't hear any sirens!"

Rosen quickly got the answer: someone suddenly leaned out of the window of a Cadillac behind the Dodge Challenger and opened fire on the Dodge Challenger with an Uzi submachine gun.

Shooting in the street is extremely rare, even in America.

Unlike the solid tires of the Dodge Challenger's Dodge Viper, the tires of the Challenger were not solid, and it was defeated on the spot by the Uzi submachine gun.

Then the Dodge Challenger went out of control, veering and crashing into a utility pole, which blocked Rosen's path.

This is really frustrating.

Svefa looked at Rosen with a faint smile on her face.

"Rosen, there's a girl you're really interested in in that car. Do you need my help?"

How did you know I was interested in that girl?

"Of course I know, I've handled your gearshift before!"

At this moment, two men in black got out of the Cadillac. Without even glancing at the Dodge Viper that had been forced to stop, they walked toward the Dodge Challenger with submachine guns in hand.

Judging from their appearance, these two men in black are planning to kill me to silence me.

"Lincy, do it!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Svefa pulled out a Beretta 92F pistol, quickly opened the car door, and aimed at the two men in black.

Two shots to the torso, one shot to the head; two shots to the torso, one shot to the head.

The two men in black were killed on the spot by Svefa before they could even react.

"Mozambique shooting method?"

"Hmm! I didn't expect you to know this too."

Rosen knew about the Mozambique shooting method from a famous action movie, but this was the first time he had ever seen someone use it in real life.

Judging from Svefa's marksmanship, she was clearly professionally trained; not a single bullet was wasted, her marksmanship was clean and efficient.

Rosen licked his lips. Although he also had a G18, his marksmanship was limited to simply knowing how to pull the trigger, because no one had taught him.

Perhaps, he could have Svefa teach him to become a real gunman?

After confirming the deaths of the two men in black, Svefar went to check on the Dodge Challengers.

The Black man and the blonde female anchor are now somewhat disoriented due to the sudden collision.

Megan looked terrified when she saw Swifa approaching with a pistol.

"You...you're here to kill us?"

Svefa rolled her eyes.

"Don't you remember me?"

Megan and Franklin then recognized Swifar.

"So it was you!"

At this moment, Rosen also got out of the car and walked to the Dodge Challenger to examine the bodies of the two men in black.

Surprisingly, Rosen noticed Bonanno family tattoos on both of them.

"Swifa, these two are from the Bonanno family."

"Bonano? How did you two get involved with the Mafia?"

Megan and Franklin were at a loss for words, but the sound of sirens could be heard in the distance, indicating that someone had called the police.

It's already 2 a.m., and there's not a single pedestrian on the street, otherwise Rosen and Sweefa would be in trouble.

"Swiffer, let's go! You two, do you want to come along?"

"But our car..."

Franklin's Dodge Challenger crashed into a utility pole and was completely dented, making it impossible to continue driving.

The Lawson Dodge Viper is a typical two-door, two-seater sports car with no space for a third person.

"Then let's drive off in a Mafia Cadillac, or do you want to be taken away by the Los Angeles Police Department?"

Megan and Franklin exchanged a glance, then quickly got out of the car and into the Cadillac next to them.

Finally, Cadillac left the scene with the Dodge Viper, leaving behind only the bodies of the two men in black.

"What did you say? The mission to hunt down those two Dodge Challengers failed?"

"Yes, Mr. Richie, the men I sent died at the scene. The Dodge Challenger crashed into a utility pole and was totaled. They left in our Cadillac."

These words sent Francis Rich’s blood pressure soaring.

"Useless! Utterly useless! What good are you bunch of good-for-nothings?"

The middle-aged man in front of him was so berated by Francis that he couldn't lift his head.

Francis cursed in a mix of English and Italian for a while before gradually calming down.

"We absolutely cannot let them live! Find our people at the police station, find out who those two are, and then find a way to force them to show up!"

"Mr. Richie, we don't even know what they look like, how are we supposed to investigate?"

"Are you mentally challenged? Isn't there a wrecked Dodge Challenger over there? Are you really that hard to find the owner of such a limited-edition classic car? Should I send you back to Sicily to continue farming?"

Every time Francis asked a question, he would slap the middle-aged man across the face until one of the man's cheeks was swollen.

The middle-aged man dared not resist at all, and kept nodding and bowing.

"Mr. Richie, I'll go check it out right away!"

Just as he was about to leave, Francis suddenly called out to the middle-aged man.

"Wait!"

"Mr. Richie, is there anything else?"

Still no news from Vincent Murphy?

"He has not been found yet."

"Alberto, what you're investigating must never be known to anyone else in the family, understand?"

"clear!"

After saying that, Alberto left the room.

Francis took a few deep breaths to calm himself down, then straightened his clothes and walked out of the room, looking impeccably dressed and refined.

Unexpectedly, Francis spotted his beautiful godmother, Sofia Bonanno, in the hallway outside the room.

Sofia was dressed in a dignified and proper nightgown, but it still couldn't hide her sexy and hot body.

"Godmother Sophia, are you still awake so late?"

Sophia looked at Francis with a wary gaze.

"You weren't asleep either, were you? By the way, was that Alberto just now?"

"Alberto? You must be mistaken! Godmother, since you can't sleep either, why don't you chat with me for a while?"

Sensing the barely perceptible greed in her eyes, Sophia refused outright.

"No need! I'll just have a glass of red wine, and I'll fall asleep quickly."

"I see. I wonder if the Godfather is asleep?"

Sofia wore a faint, sarcastic smile.

Martin has always slept very well.

After saying that, Sophia ignored Francis and turned to leave.

Francis looked at Sophia's incredibly graceful back and spoke in a voice only he could hear.

"What a pity, I think the Godfather will never have a good night's sleep again."

(Sofia Bonanno)