America: Starting with the Last Liberty

After unloading all the frozen meat, Mike, the refrigerated truck driver, wanted to settle the bill with Johnny Chen.

"What bill?"

"Chen, you've been buying meat from me for a month now, isn't it time to settle the bill? Or are you planning to extend the payment until the end of the year?"

Johnny Chen's eyes darted around, then he put his arm around Mike's neck.

Because he wasn't tall enough, Johnny Chen had to stand on tiptoe to do this.

"Mike, we've been doing business together for a long time. Would I renege on your debt? Of course not! It's just that I'm experiencing some cash flow problems these days, so I need to give you a few more days!"

"That won't do! The boss only allows a one-month credit period, and he'll be checking the accounts in a couple of days. I won't know how to explain it then!"

Seeing that Mike was adamant about paying the bill, Johnny Chen had no choice but to change his mind.

"How about this, you send another truckload of meat over the day after tomorrow, and I'll settle the bill with you that evening, is that alright?"

"Okay, the usual?"

"Same as always!"

Neither of the two people who were discussing business noticed that someone had climbed into the unclosed refrigerated truck compartment.

Rosen, watching from the spy's perspective, was on the edge of his seat for Brian; it was truly a close call.

If Johnny Chen hadn't put his arm around Mike's neck and turned his back to the refrigerated truck, Brian's actions would have been noticed.

However, Rosen felt that crawling into the refrigerated truck's compartment was not a good idea, so he chose to crawl under the refrigerated truck.

This is also very difficult, and most people's physical strength would not be able to sustain it for that long, which is why Brian chose to risk crawling into the train car.

Fortunately, Rosen possesses the Iron Man ace, a ace not specifically designed for dealing with women, but equally effective in this situation.

Lawson endured an hour under the refrigerated truck and still had energy left.

However, the refrigerated truck had already reached its destination, and the driver, Mike, got out and went home after parking the truck.

After confirming that there was no sound around, Rosen crawled out from under the car and surveyed his surroundings.

This is a small factory located in the suburbs of Los Angeles, which should be the illegal factory mentioned in the news report.

Rosen noticed several refrigerated trucks on the open ground, indicating that the owner of this illegal factory was doing quite well.

After observing for a while and finding no surveillance equipment, Lawson opened the refrigerated truck compartment.

Inside the carriage, Brian was practically frozen solid.

(A famous scene from a crazy car race)

Although the train was empty, Mike forgot to turn off the refrigeration, which caused Brian, who was wearing short sleeves, to suffer a lot when he crawled into the carriage.

That's -4 degrees Fahrenheit (about -20 degrees Celsius), even someone as strong as Lawson might not be able to withstand it!

It's easy to imagine what Brian's condition was like after being inside for an hour.

If it weren't for Rosen, this guy would probably have died in the line of duty.

"Brian, are you still alive?"

By this time, Brian was so cold that he was somewhat delirious, so Rosen had no choice but to take out adrenaline and give him an injection.

The adrenaline worked quite well; the increased heart rate accelerated blood flow, which made Brian's nearly frozen body feel much better.

Immediately afterwards, Rosen took out 15 cigarettes and lit one for Brian, who finally regained consciousness.

Then, Brian looked at Rosen in surprise.

"Rosen, Rosen, what are you doing here?"

Well, although he's recovered, Brian is still shivering, to the point that he stutters when he speaks.

"If I weren't here, you'd probably be dead by now."

Brian fell silent for a moment, then suddenly asked Rosen.

"Rosen, who exactly are you?"

Brian had clearly begun to suspect Rosen's identity, so Rosen decided to reveal some information in order to better control this tool.

"Brian, you work for LAPD, right?"

"W-What are you saying? I-I don't understand what you mean!"

Brian instinctively denied it.

As an undercover agent, Brian would inevitably be tested to find out his identity, and he certainly wouldn't admit to being an undercover agent.

"Brian, you don't need to deny it, because my identity is similar to yours, except I work for the FBI."

Rosen deliberately spoke vaguely, only saying that he worked for the FBI, without mentioning that he was an informant.

After all, the identity of an informant is completely different from that of an undercover agent.

One was just a temporary worker, while the other was a permanent employee with a formal position; their benefits and treatment were worlds apart.

However, Brian was too shocked to understand Rosen's hidden meaning and subconsciously assumed that the other party was also an undercover agent like himself.

"So you were an undercover agent too!"

I was so shocked that I forgot to stutter.

"So you're admitting it?"

Brian quickly shut up; his undercover training required him not to reveal his identity to anyone except his colleagues or superiors.

The FBI is clearly not a colleague of the LAPD, even though both organizations are law enforcement agencies in America.

But isn't there already plenty of infighting within America's law enforcement agencies?

The FBI and CIA have absolutely no overlap in jurisdiction; one can only govern domestic affairs, and the other can only govern international affairs. They can fight each other to the death.

Not to mention that the FBI and LAPD have many areas of direct competition.

Seeing this, Rosen shook his head and raised his voice.

"Brian O'Connor, I genuinely wanted to work with you, and this is how you treat your savior?"

These words indeed made Brian feel somewhat guilty. This blond young man had a relatively high moral standard; otherwise, he wouldn't have let Donnie go during the Demon Cop incident.

"Rosen, there are some things I can't say. Consider this a favor I owe you!"

Brian still didn't admit his identity, but Rosen had achieved his goal.

Not only will they gain a favor, but they'll also likely be able to get Brian, their tool, to do some things for them later.

"Fine, then pretend I said nothing. Brian, are you trying to steal these cars?"

Brian nodded, trembling.

"That's not enough. We need to damage other cars to make sure we don't give ourselves away!"

As he spoke, Rosen used the power of his Big Tech to sabotage the other refrigerated trucks, ensuring that none of them would be usable that day.

Then he drove a refrigerated truck, carrying Brian, away from the illegal factory.

After finding a place to drop Brian off, Rosen gave him some instructions.

"You should still go into the restaurant as a customer as planned. I'll contact you if anything happens."

"Okay, I'll wait for your call."

"See you tomorrow."

"Wait a minute! Watch out for the LAPD tomorrow! They're looking for the driver of that purple Dodge Viper!"

Seeing that Rosen was about to drive away, Brian couldn't help but remind Rosen, as a way of returning the favor.

Rosen instantly understood what Brian meant.

"Thanks, Brian!"

Next, Rosen found a safe place to park the refrigerated truck and then returned to his Dodge Viper.

"I wonder if Blake is still waiting for me?"