America: Starting with the Last Liberty

[Intelligence 1: Sofia Bonanno, the wife of Martin Bonanno, goes to the Church of Santa Maria every Sunday to pray.]

[Intelligence 2: Martin Bonanno still has one direct descendant alive.]

[Intelligence 3: The FBI has begun investigating the murder of Martin Bonanno Jr.]

The first two points seem to have some effect, especially the fact that Sofia Bonanno goes to the Church of Santa Maria to pray.

Tomorrow is Sunday. If Rosen can find Sofia Bonanno, he'll have completed half of his mission.

Does the fact that the FBI has begun investigating Martin Jr.'s case mean that Rosen can leverage Neil's influence?

The problem is that once the video is handed over to Neil, Rosen loses control.

Rosen wanted to control the entire operation himself to maximize his profits.

However, it is worth making use of.

After reading the information on the Harvest Day app, Lawson already had a general idea in mind.

All that's left is to execute the task well, and it should be completed quickly.

At this point, Rosen was also a little sleepy, so he lay down on the sofa and slowly drifted off to sleep.

While Rosen, Megan, and Franklin were fast asleep, undercurrents were already stirring throughout Los Angeles.

Martin Jr. was murdered, Martin Sr. suffered a stroke and was hospitalized. The Bonanno family is now like a ticking time bomb, and the key is that no one knows when this time bomb will explode.

The Los Angeles Police Department certainly doesn't want this time bomb to explode; it would be best if it were a dud.

Unfortunately, things usually only go in a bad direction, not a good one.

Despite Luca's repeated warnings to Bonanno family members not to cause trouble recently, radical members of the Bonanno family still clashed with the Irish mafia.

It's a very simple principle: the thoughts and interests of those in positions of authority and those in positions of authority are certainly not entirely aligned.

Luca and other high-ranking officials have access to more information, enabling them to make decisions that best serve the family's interests.

But the people below didn't think that much; their primary concern was whether they could gain any benefit from the situation.

After all, as long as war breaks out, there is a chance to make a contribution.

Merit can lead to promotion!

This is very good news for the low-level Mafia soldiers who have been keeping a low profile in recent years; nobody wants to be a soldier in their forties or fifties.

Therefore, some young Mafia soldiers will inevitably be tempted to step forward.

But for the Los Angeles Police Department, this was an unexpected disaster.

The May 1st Los Angeles Circus incident had already caused the Los Angeles Police Department to lose face, and they were hoping to redeem themselves and make a good impression at the underground car race on May 28th.

Then he pooped a big one again.

A lot of police resources were wasted, but in the end only a few small fry were caught, and not a single important figure was captured.

Whether it was Rosen, the already deceased Martin, or Dominic, they all escaped.

Only Johnny Chen, who was courting death, was arrested by the Los Angeles Police Department after his car was damaged in a collision with a Lawson Dodge Viper, and he is now sleeping in the detention room.

Ironically, the Los Angeles Police Department invited NBC to broadcast the incident live, but ended up broadcasting their embarrassing moment on air.

Therefore, the Los Angeles Police Department absolutely does not want the Bonanno family to go to war with the Irish mob, because if something else happens, many people will lose their jobs.

Los Angeles police have repeatedly warned the top brass of the two major gangs to restrain their subordinates.

But how effective it will be, no one knows.

Ultimately, the outcome will depend on whether the real killer of Martin Bonanno Jr. can be found.

The case is now in the hands of the FBI, and Sean Arthur and Jane Banner are in charge of the investigation.

The two men were originally tasked with investigating the Pacific Standard Bank, but their investigation was hampered by David Albert's uncooperative attitude.

Given the urgency of Martin's case, Sean Arthur put aside his work at Standard Pacific Bank to investigate Martin's case first.

Fortunately, only half a day had passed between the confirmation of Martin's death and Martin's hospitalization for a stroke.

Everything is still possible, as long as nothing else happens.

Eight o'clock in the evening, at David Albert's house.

David Albert had a splint on one of his fingers, and the injury from his previous finger fracture was still throbbing, but it didn't dampen his spirits.

Blackson had already punished David Albert, and the FBI had also been dismissed by him.

Due to regulations, the FBI certainly cannot do anything to someone like David who has a certain social standing, unless the FBI has clear evidence.

After all, America's wealthy go to great lengths to keep power in a cage so that they can do whatever they want.

Now, as long as the four people working for Pacific Standard Bank are caught, David can disappear without a trace and get away safely.

"Stupid FBI, they actually want me to cooperate with their investigation? Humph! With Black Sonny's methods, they should have caught them already, right? Why don't we bring Annie and Britney back next month?"

David hummed a little tune as he poured himself a glass of brandy. At his age, his energy was not what it used to be, and after seeing the news that morning that Los Angeles might be dangerous at night, he decided to have a glass of brandy and then go to bed early.

At that moment, the lights in the room flickered a few times, causing David to frown.

"Damn it, is the wiring old again? This dilapidated house costs so much to maintain every year, and we still have to pay a huge amount in property taxes! Everyone says bankers are vampires, but I think the federal government is the real vampire!"

Vampires never realize they're sucking blood, so David naturally shifted all the blame onto the federal government.

David took the brandy to the living room, intending to watch the evening news for a while longer before going to bed.

Unfortunately, Megan Kelly, the blonde beauty anchor on David's favorite Fox News channel, wasn't working today, so he had to switch channels to NBC to watch another busty female anchor.

Then I saw the news about the underground racing competition that took place in the early hours of the morning.

"What a bunch of useless trash! Am I paying so much tax every year just to support these good-for-nothings?"

David took a sip of brandy, cursing under his breath. Sometimes he wished the police were really good, but when he did something bad himself, he wished they were all idiots.

After watching the show for a while, and feeling slightly tipsy, David prepared to turn off the TV and go to his room to sleep.

Just then, the landline rang.

Without thinking much, David picked up the landline next to the sofa and answered the call.

"Hello, this is David Albert."

"Mr. Albert, do you remember me?"

The voice on the other end of the phone was a deep, husky, metallic male voice.

"Who are you?"

As David asked, he searched his mind for the owner of the voice, but he couldn't think of anyone he had met recently whose voice was so distinctive.

"It seems you have indeed forgotten. Let me give you a hint! A handmade suit, a clown mask."

David's expression changed, and he immediately hung up the phone.