America: Starting with the Last Liberty

Chapter 98 The Art of Light and Shadow 4K

The Bonanno family's territory is mainly located in eastern Los Angeles and San Gabriel, and their territory is quite large.

Many of these are actually small gangs affiliated with the Bonanno family, and are considered part of the Bonanno family's territory, such as the Toledo gang.

Leverti was very responsible, taking Rosen on a tour of almost all of the Bonanno family's territory.

He attended several small gatherings and introduced Rosen to other official members of the Bonanno family.

"I'll take you around the family territory every day so everyone can get to know you, and then you'll be a full member of the family."

"Is joining the Mafia that easy?"

Rosen assumed that established triads like the Mafia would have special initiation ceremonies, just like those in Hong Kong.

It is said that when joining a Hong Kong triad, one must burn incense and kneel in front of everyone, and recite an oath in public, which is quite complicated.

"When I was young, joining was indeed quite troublesome, but the rules changed later. Mainly because everyone was busy making money, it was too troublesome to gather everyone together for each new member, and people didn't have that much time, so many things were simplified."

Levitt wore a nostalgic expression, as if reminiscing about the golden age of the Mafia.

Based on his age, Leverti joined the Bonanno family around the end of the Mafia's golden age.

After that, the Mafia began its decline, getting worse day by day.

Coming to his senses, Leverti quickly apologized to Rosen.

Rosen is someone even Black Sonny treats with respect, so Leverti wouldn't dare offend him.

"Excuse me, Mr. Rosen, getting older just makes me like reminiscing about the past."

"It's okay, sometimes I forget about the people around me when I'm thinking. That should be enough for today, right?"

"Yes, everyone has their own things to do, so there shouldn't be any small gatherings."

"Then I'll go first and find you again tomorrow."

"Yes, Mr. Rosen."

Rosen glanced at the time and realized it was almost evening, so he decided to drive to the Sangeviki bar.

Although it was only evening, the Sanjiviki bar already had quite a few customers.

Rosen also saw a few familiar faces, but because he had something to do today, he didn't greet them, only nodding in acknowledgment.

"A glass of single malt whisky."

"Rosen, you finally decided to leave your Mrs. Bonanno behind and come back?"

Svefa looked at Rosen with a mournful expression, just like a wife waiting for her husband to come home.

Nevertheless, the beautiful boss poured Lawson a large glass of whiskey.

"Ahem! Lindsay, actually I haven't touched Sophia. Our relationship is just a business collaboration. I stayed at Bonanno Manor for two more days because her current situation is quite dangerous."

"Indeed. If the Bonanno family before was a volcano that could erupt at any moment, then the Bonanno family now is a calm sea with countless undercurrents beneath."

Svefa's information network was clearly much better than that of the average person; it seemed she had heard some news.

"Lincy, have you heard anything?"

"Today during the day, someone saw Antonio Costa and Frank Castro enter the same bar."

Rosen's eyes flashed. He had only seen Frank Castro's name in the APP's job report in the early hours of the morning, but he didn't expect to hear it again from Swifa that night.

Isn't this a coincidence?

Who is Frank Castro?

Svefa looked at Rosen strangely.

"How come you don't even recognize Frank Castro?"

Is he famous?

"Of course! This guy is the most powerful member of the Irish gang; nobody in Long Beach dares to mess with Frank Castro!"

He's Irish?

Rosen looked thoughtful. Judging from this, Antonio must have been desperate, which was why he sought cooperation with the Irishman.

It's important to know that such acts of treason, once discovered, are severely punished within the Mafia.

This guy has already gone this far, so we still need to be wary of him resorting to desperate measures.

So Rosen immediately asked Svefa.

"Lincy, do you know any women who work as bodyguards?"

Svefa crossed her arms under her chest, making her top advantage even more obvious.

"For your new lover?"

"Ahem! Lindsey, if she had a professional female bodyguard, I wouldn't have to keep an eye on her all day. Also, I haven't had any physical relationship with her yet!"

A verbal expression shouldn't be considered a substantial relationship, right?

Seeing Rosen's confident expression, Svefa's expression softened slightly.

No matter how generous a woman is, she will inevitably get jealous, especially when the man she likes keeps mentioning another woman in front of her.

"Alright, I'll trust you. But I don't know any female bodyguards, though I do know a few female assassins. Do you want to hire them?"

Rosen thought for a moment. Although the female assassin might not be as professional as the female bodyguard, she should be enough to deal with gang members.

"Then help me contact a female assassin."

"Rosen, wait a minute."

Svefa took out her phone to make a call backstage, while Rosen sat at the bar, drinking whiskey and waiting.

About ten minutes later, Svefa returned to Rosen.

"I just asked around, and all the female assassins are currently employed, except for one who happens to be on vacation in Los Angeles. I did her a favor, and she agreed to meet with you tomorrow."

These words touched Rosen somewhat. Human relationships are very difficult to value, and who knows what Svefa will have to give in the future.

"Lincy, I—"

Svefa quietly patted Rosen's hand.

"Just kidding! That female assassin and I are pretty close, so this favor isn't worth much. But you still have to make it up to me!"

"It can be more than once."

Rosen and Svefa's eyes met, their gazes locked in a loving, illicit affair—no, it was more like a tender, affectionate exchange, as they completely forgot about their surroundings.

The exchange of glances between the two was interrupted when Rosen's phone suddenly rang.

Rosen picked up his phone and glanced at the number; it was Blake calling.

Since Ray Gaines began restricting Blake's contact with Rosen, the two have been able to communicate only by phone.

Rosen assumed it was Blake calling again to ease his longing, so he greeted Swifa.

"Lincy, I'm going outside to take this call."

"Hmm? Which of your little lovers is calling this time?"

"It's a call from Caltech."

"The little girl is really—"

Rosen downed his whiskey in one gulp, then walked out of the Sangevik Bar to answer the phone.

As he was leaving, Rosen almost bumped into three people who were walking into the bar.

"Can't you watch where you're going?"

One of the young men, with a full beard, spoke in a very unfriendly tone, but the fierce-looking old man behind him patted him on the shoulder.

"Billy, don't be like this! You'd better calm down in Zangie Vicky's Bar."

"Mr. Castro, what a rare guest!"

"Ms. Svefa, you are as radiant as ever!"

Frank greeted Svefa with a smile; the two seemed to be very familiar with each other.

"Would you like something to drink?"

"Three glasses of Irish whiskey."

Svefa took out bottles and glasses and poured drinks for the three of them. Frank and the older man next to him, who was about the same age, seemed very relaxed, but the younger one seemed very alert.

Frank patted the young man on the shoulder.

"Relax, Billy, nobody's going to cause trouble at Zangie Vicki's, you can drink without worry."

Svefa put the Rosen glass away separately and nodded.

"Yes, it's definitely fine inside the bar, but it might be a different story outside."

Billy seemed somewhat surprised, but Frank and the other old man were already used to it.

"Hehe, Svefa, you're still as humorous as ever!"

"Come on, Frank, I'm not a young woman who gets all excited by a few compliments from you."

Frank burst out laughing.

"Hahaha! Is there a problem? This just proves I'm charming!"

Svefa rolled her eyes; she had no interest in wasting her breath on a grumpy old man.

"Frank, what's wrong? I'm busy!"

Frank's grinning expression finally faded, and he leaned closer to Svefa and lowered his voice.

"Swiffer, I want to buy information about someone."

"Who?"

"An Asian youth who likes to wear purple suits and a clown mask—I want to know his identity!"

The familiar description of the design made Swiffer's pupils shrink, and Frank and Billy both noticed the detail.

"Swiffer, do you know this person?"

"No! It's just that someone wanted to buy information about this guy not long ago, so I have some recollection of him."

"Who?"

Svefa quickly adjusted her mindset. As a seasoned veteran, she was just like a seasoned actor, with her acting skills in complete control. She could easily perform even content not in the script.

"Frank, you should know that in our line of work, I can't disclose customer information, otherwise no one will believe us."

Frank smiled.

"Of course! Since someone has already bought his information, you should have a record of it, right?"

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Svefa shook her head.

"Unfortunately, I have no information on this guy."

Frank frowned slightly.

"Are there things about Los Angeles that you don't know?"

"Is that so strange? I have no idea what the mayor and his wife did at home last night. I just have more sources of information, not that I know everything! There's not even a photo of that Asian youth, where am I supposed to find him? There are plenty of Asians in Los Angeles!"

Svefa's words left Frank speechless. He took out some banknotes and placed them on the bar.

"It seems this deal won't go through! Svefa, I hope to hear good news from you next time."

Svefa smiled.

"As long as you don't come empty-handed, you're sure to get good news."

"Ha! That's terrible, I love freeloading the most!"

With that, Frank left the Zangie Vicky bar with two of his men.

As soon as he stepped out of the bar, Frank's face darkened instantly.

The older subordinate noticed that Frank was in a bad mood.

"Mr. Castro, could that woman be lying to us?"

"No, France. Zangie Vicky's reputation is still solid; otherwise, it wouldn't have stood the test of time in Los Angeles for so many years. I'm guessing that clown is a recent arrival from out of town!"

"Out-of-towner?"

Frank looked at France with a gloomy expression.

"That's right! Only people from out of town didn't leave any information. The Pacific Standard Bank incident was most likely his first crime, so Sanjiviki couldn't find any information about him either."

"Mr. Castro, does that mean we'll never find this clown?"

"We'll find him eventually. Nobody owes me money! Let's go back."

With that, Frank got into the car and drove away from the neighborhood.

First, Frank was taken back to his villa in Long Beach, and then France and Billy went their separate ways.

After taking a shower, Frank sat on the sofa in his pajamas, a cigarette between his fingers, lost in thought.

The Los Angeles underworld has become increasingly complex lately, and Frank needs to carefully consider the future development of his gang.

At this moment, a stunningly beautiful woman dressed in a white, transparent nightgown quietly walked over. Her eyes were a dazzling emerald green, and her bright red lips were like flames, making one want to taste them.

The woman silently walked up behind Frank and gently placed her hand on his shoulder, a gesture of intimacy between lovers.

However, this action startled Frank, who immediately pulled out a small revolver.

"Mr. Castro, it's me!"

"Eva?"

The woman behind him looked at Frank with a wronged expression, tears welling up in her charming green eyes, giving her a pitiful look.

Even the hard-hearted Frank couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

"How many times have I told you, don't suddenly appear behind me!"

"I just wanted to give you a little surprise!"

Eva showed off her new pajamas; the white, sheer pajamas were completely translucent under the light.

Especially after Eva turned off the lights in the room, her plump, snow-white body could be vaguely seen through the dim outdoor light, which can be said to have brought the art of light and shadow to its extreme.

That was a beautiful sight that defies description!

(Eva, played by Eva Green)

Any normal man would find it impossible to resist such a beautiful sight.

But when Frank saw this, he just swallowed hard and turned to leave.

As Eva watched Frank leave, her eyes first showed disappointment, then helplessness, and finally a gloomy expression.

After Frank left, he rushed into the bathroom, washed his face vigorously with water, and looking at his aged self in the mirror, he punched the wall.

Frank felt around in his pocket and suddenly remembered that his phone was still in the bedroom. Just as he was about to go back to get it, he saw Eva walking over with her phone.

"Frank, you just got a phone call."

Frank glared at Eva fiercely.

"I think I told you before, don't touch my phone!"

With that, Frank snatched the phone from Eva's hand and walked toward the yard, ignoring her aggrieved expression.

"Hello, this is Frank."

Why didn't you answer my call?

"My phone wasn't with me just now, is there something you need?"

"Regarding your selling goods at the university gate, some parents have discovered this and have already reported it to the FBI. You'd better keep a low profile for the next few days."

"Fuck! Jonathan, how about you charge less when you collect the money?"

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There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

"Money is essential."

"Fuck you!"