America: Starting with the Last Liberty

Listening to the mother and daughter's heated argument, Rosen closed the door for them and returned to his apartment.

Today was a truly exciting and rewarding day. After washing up, Rosen collapsed onto the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

Rosen slept soundly, but some people couldn't sleep.

The Need for Speed ​​incident caused the Los Angeles Police Department to lose face in front of the media. While everyone else in Los Angeles could sleep peacefully, the police were still working overtime.

After seeing the news, the Los Angeles Police Commissioner was so angry that his blood vessels almost burst. He immediately ordered the investigation department to find out the identity of the driver of the blue sedan within three days.

Meanwhile, department heads continued to delegate tasks, resulting in most Los Angeles police officers being forced to work overtime.

The Captain Jack Sparrow that Rosen met at the Sangevik bar also left his house like a thief at 2 a.m. and came to a secluded bar.

It was the height of the nightlife, and many nightclubs in Los Angeles were still brightly lit and bustling, but this bar was very quiet.

There were only a few customers in the bar, all of them doing their own thing.

The bartender and waiters were also dozing off, looking like they were about to go out of business.

Captain Jack ordered a whiskey from the bartender, then sat down in the corner booth, nervously observing the people around him.

In other bars, such behavior might have aroused suspicion, but in this run-down bar, nobody cared.

After a while, a middle-aged, overweight man with black hair, wearing a trench coat and a wide-brimmed hat walked into the bar. He surveyed the situation inside the bar, lingered on Captain Jack for a moment, and then went straight to the bar counter.

The middle-aged man also ordered a whiskey and then sat down in the booth next to Captain Jack Sparrow.

"Joe, did no one see you come out?"

"No, I only came out after I made sure Phil and Dennis were asleep. What do you need me for? Just say it!"

Captain Jack Sparrow, or Joe, seemed somewhat agitated, an attitude that made the middle-aged man frown.

"Are you aware of the street racing incident that happened around 6 PM last night on the North Los Angeles Ring Expressway?"

"I know, Phil and Dennis just mentioned this news to me last night."

Do you know who was driving that blue sedan?

"Watfuck? Vincent, you called me out in the middle of the night just for this? Aren't you in the narcotics unit? What are you doing handling traffic cases?"

Joe was extremely dissatisfied. His current situation was very dangerous, and every rendezvous was a matter of life and death.

Vincent was also a little angry. He was already annoyed that his boss had assigned him a case that had nothing to do with him, let alone having to work overtime in the middle of the night.

"Joe, have you forgotten your undercover identity? Look at you, you don't resemble a police officer at all!"

"Vincent, what nonsense are you spouting! If I looked like a policeman, I'd be dead already!"

Both of them tried their best to keep their voices down, arguing in a voice only the two of them could hear.

After exchanging a few sharp words, Vincent was the first to calm down.

"Joe, I'm asking you this seriously: you've been in the underworld for so long, have you heard anything about that driver?"

Joe, exhausted, covered her face.

"No, I'm still figuring out how to infiltrate the Mafia with Phil and Dennis, I don't have time to worry about drivers."

This made Vincent even more dissatisfied.

"Joe, you've been out here for three years now, haven't you gained anything at all?"

"Vincent, you know how well-organized their organization is. Three years is just a period of observation; how could they possibly gain anything?"

"What kind of attitude is this? Do you even want to earn any merit?"

"And what's your attitude then? Forget about trying to get credit, just let me go straight back to the police station! My mom's gotten so angry she doesn't want to be an undercover agent anymore! A few days ago, Maggie almost miscarried, and I wasn't even there for her!"

Young police officers who haven't even graduated from police academy are often tricked into becoming undercover agents, only to fall into an endless abyss of darkness.

Only a minority of people can thrive in the gray area between the legitimate and criminal worlds. Unless you have some kind of cheat code like an undercover system, most undercover agents face an inescapable hell.

Those who survived and faced the torment of their conscience were considered lucky; many undercover agents simply disappeared silently into the corners of the city.

Moreover, even if he manages to return to the police station, he will face the strange looks from his colleagues, and most of his achievements will be taken by his superiors, making his future prospects predictable.

Unless you can infiltrate all the way to the boss.

(The true story of America: an FBI undercover agent who almost became a mafia boss after 24 years)

Sensing Joe's resentment, Vincent quickly changed his attitude. After all, his promotion and wealth depended on the intelligence of these undercover agents, and he couldn't let them abandon their responsibilities.

"Joe, I know you're a bit anxious right now, which is very dangerous! You need to adjust your mindset and not stay so tense! You said you want to go back to the police station, right? Sure, but that will take time. I need to find an undercover agent to replace you before you can return to the police station."

Hearing that Vincent's attitude was softening, Joe calmed down and revealed some information.

"Phil and Dennis seem to be planning something, like robbing a bank, but I don't know the specifics."

Vincent's eyes lit up at the mention of robbing a bank.

Robbing a bank is a major crime!

"Joe, do you know which bank they're planning to rob?"

"I already said I didn't know the specifics!"

Vincent turned around and patted Joe on the shoulder.

"It's okay, just keep an eye on this case for now. Once we've solved it, I'll find a way to get you back to the police station, okay?"

These words relieved Qiao.

"I will! It's almost time, I should go back. Otherwise, Dennis might get suspicious if he wakes up in the middle of the night and finds I'm not there."

After saying that, Joe finished his whiskey and prepared to leave.

Watching his undercover agent leave, Vincent downed his whiskey in one gulp and got up to leave the bar.

"Maybe I should ask Brian if he has any information? Fuck! This is a damn case!"

While the Los Angeles police were busy on the move, Rosen slept soundly until 10 a.m., only waking up when someone knocked on the door.

"Here it comes!"

Rosen yawned, rubbed his eyes, and got out of bed. He glanced at the shoulder bag full of US dollars by the bedside, then kicked it under the bed.

Then he walked to the door and looked through the peephole to see who was knocking.

Well, Rosen doesn't know many people in America, and even fewer will come knocking on his door; they're either landlords or some troublesome guys.

But this time, Lawson saw a pair of beautiful, deep blue eyes through the cat's eye.