America: Starting with the Last Liberty

LAPD response time is obviously not that fast; this isn't some wealthy neighborhood.

Bradford knew perfectly well what was going on, but he was determined to speak for his own people, and whatever happened had to be kept quiet.

"The LAPD's response time has always been this fast!"

Neil, no longer wanting to deal with Bradford, issued an ultimatum.

"Anyway, the FBI needs to go in and conduct a case. Make your people move aside!"

"No way! The LAPD needs to investigate too!"

Bradford remained firm and refused to back down.

While the two leaders were still locked in a standoff, the newly arrived LAPD team seemed particularly anxious.

"Sirs, this involves a murder case. Perhaps we should go up together?"

Neil glanced at the policeman who had spoken, his lips curling downwards.

If there's no problem with this policeman, he'll wash his hair upside down.

However, there's really no point in just standing there like this at the restaurant entrance.

"Okay, let's go in together."

Bradford immediately nodded in agreement, saying that the outcome was acceptable to the authorities.

The scene downstairs completely panicked the people upstairs.

Immediately after the submachine guns fired, the Toledo gang members all dropped to the ground, but remained motionless for quite some time.

Dominic then gestured for Vince and Jesse to go next door to check, and what they found was a room full of corpses.

"Boss Tang, something terrible has happened! I saw the next room is full of corpses!"

Dominic had just untied Mia's ropes when he heard Vince's words and was startled.

"What did you say? Take me to see it!"

Dominic went to the luxurious room next door and sure enough, he saw many people who had been killed by submachine guns. There were also three submachine guns on the ground, just enough for the three of them to share.

"I recognize these people; they're all leaders of the Bonanno family! Could it be that all these people are leaders of the Bonanno family?"

In an instant, Dominic realized he had been drawn into a massive conspiracy.

"Fuck! We have to get out of here right now!"

Without hesitation, Dominic immediately carried his sister on his back and left the Korean restaurant, but at that moment a police siren sounded outside.

The sound of the siren saved the Toledo gang; otherwise, going out at that moment would have been suicide.

"How did the police get here so quickly? Jesse, quickly check the situation outside."

Jessie peered cautiously out the window of the private room, and immediately wore a mournful expression.

"Boss, we're done for! There are tons of police outside, and the FBI too!"

Dominic was completely stunned. He had never seen anything like this before and didn't know what to do.

"Boss Tang, think of something quick! Should we jump out the window?"

"What's the point of jumping out the window? There are cops in the back alley! Oh right, call Rosen! He said to call him if anything unexpected happens!"

Dominic quickly put Mia down and took out his phone to call Rosen.

"Hey, Rosen! Something's happened here! The Bonanno family..."

"I already know."

"You know? How did you know?"

It's because of the spy pen, of course!

Rosen contacted Brian an hour in advance, asking him to put the spy pen in the largest private room of the Korean restaurant, so he could see everything Alberto was doing.

"You don't need to worry about that. I'll find a way to attract the LAPD's attention and then pick you up. You must seize the opportunity!"

"Rosen, how do you plan to attract the police's attention?"

"You'll find out soon enough!"

The roar of an engine came through the phone; the sound was very familiar to Dominic.

At the entrance of the Korean restaurant, Neil and Bradford, who were about to enter together, were stopped by someone.

"Sir, an Asian man who claims to be the owner of this restaurant wants to come in."

Neil and Bradford exchanged a glance, then spoke at the same time.

"Call him over here!"

"Why are you stopping me? This is my shop, why won't you let me in?"

Neil stared at the Asian man, who looked visibly nervous.

"You said you're the owner of this restaurant?"

"Yes! My name is Johnny Chen."

"We just heard gunshots upstairs, what's going on?"

"No way? I don't know anything about this!"

Bradford then asked another question.

"As the restaurant owner, why are you out and about, and why are there no employees in the restaurant?"

"We had a group of VIPs at our shop tonight. They prefer quiet, so I let the staff go home and went out for a smoke. What happened?"

Although the Asian man's reasons were very reasonable, Neil still felt that the man was lying; it was a veteran detective's intuition.

Just as I was about to ask more questions, the sound of an engine revving up suddenly came from afar.

But then a purple Dodge Viper braked suddenly and stopped at the intersection. It seemed to want to come in, but stopped when it saw so many cars.

Bradford became instantly excited upon seeing the familiar purple Dodge Viper.

"A purple Dodge Viper? That's the car! What are you all standing there for? Grab the driver of that purple Dodge Viper!"

The driver of the purple Dodge Viper was wearing black sunglasses, a baseball cap, and a scarf wrapped around his face, clearly indicating that he was prepared.

Upon seeing the LAPD rushing towards it, the purple Dodge Viper immediately shifted gears and then floored the accelerator to quickly reverse.

"Get in the car, make sure you grab this guy! Hey you, call for helicopter backup!"

Neil stared in disbelief as Bradford and his men chased after the purple Dodge Viper with great fanfare.

"What's going on?"

The few LAPDs who remained gave awkward smiles. The purple Dodge Viper seemed to be the one from May 28th.

Neil suddenly realized that he had also seen the news about what happened on May 28th, and had even mocked the Los Angeles police for a long time.

"That's not surprising! Never mind them, let's go into the restaurant! Mr. Chen, is that alright?"

As he spoke, Neil glanced at Johnny Chen, whose eyes flickered slightly, but he still answered him.

"Of course, no problem!"

"Mr. Neil, our LAPD also needs to go in and take a look, since we received a report."

"Let's go in together then."

Just as Neil was about to step into the restaurant, the sound of a horn blared again. This time it wasn't a purple Dodge Viper, but a medium-sized white van.

Taking advantage of the gap created by the LAPD leaving, the white van sped toward the Korean restaurant. Just before it was about to hit the FBI's Chevrolet Suburban, it suddenly swerved and precisely drove into the alley behind the Korean restaurant.

The alley was just wide enough to fit a car, and the Chevrolet Suburban made the turn with perfect precision, demonstrating the driver's exceptional driving skills.

Neil realized something was wrong and immediately issued an order.

"Stop that car!"