America: Starting with the Last Liberty

Chapter 146 They dared to retaliate against me? 4K

Kevin was stunned for a few seconds before he stammered out a sentence.

"Mr. Byrne, you, you actually knew? Then why—"

Adams smiled and shook his head.

"I'm not stupid. There are very few people in our line of work as good as you. You know, when Killian first came with me, he could even misspell his own name."

Kevin was speechless.

"Kevin, put me down and leave now. Then go find Agent 91 and tell him I'll complete the deal, as long as he keeps his promise!"

"I see!"

With a determined effort, Kevin finally put Adams down and ran away into the distance.

Adams shouted again at Kevin's retreating figure.

"Make him aware of Frank Castro!"

The sound also attracted the attention of the FBI and LAPD, who were searching in the distance.

"He's there!"

Adams raised his hands and walked towards the lights and figures to draw Kevin's attention.

"I am Adams Byrne, don't shoot me!"

The search team quickly apprehended Adams, and Jane Banner happened to be leading the operation.

Jane had seen Adams's picture before, so she recognized him at a glance.

"Is it really Adams Byrne? Where are the others?"

"They all scattered. I'm older and couldn't outrun those young people, so I chose to surrender."

Adams appeared completely calm, but Jane sensed that things weren't so simple.

However, given the current situation, it is impossible to interrogate Adams directly.

"A few men, take him back; the rest of you, continue the search!"

Oscar and Killian emerged from another hole. This place was just a few hundred meters away from the nearest town, after crossing a crossroads.

Led by Killian, a group of people ran towards the highway and happened to see an SUV parked under the GG sign at the intersection.

The SUV's doors were still open.

"There's a car over there! Quick, hurry and grab it!"

Just as a group of people approached the SUV and were about to steal it, a Remington M870 was seen sticking out of the car.

Oscar, who was the fastest to rush forward, immediately turned pale and raised his hands to indicate that he meant no harm.

At this distance, a shotgun is powerful enough to smash a person's upper body to pieces; no one would fight a shotgun at this distance.

"How interesting, I actually ran into this!"

That's right, the one on the SUV is Lawson.

This SUV was actually left behind by the mysterious sniper. After speaking with Sean, Rosen prepared to search the car to see if there were any clues inside.

After searching for a while, they heard Oscar and Killian's group running over, panting heavily.

However, Oscar and Killian had more men on their side, and those who lagged behind immediately pulled out their pistols to try and kill Rosen.

"Slug!"

Without hesitation, Rosen immediately pulled the trigger.

The Remington M870 fired a single bullet, instantly piercing the stomach of the first gang member who pulled out a pistol.

The 12-gauge slug has a case diameter of up to 18.4mm and a muzzle energy of up to 4000 joules, enough to penetrate even a car door at close range.

(Through one car door, then through the other car door)

Such immense power would be unbearable for a person to withstand.

The gang member was instantly rendered incapacitated, but more and more gang members began to draw their guns.

After all, the rate of fire of a pump-action shotgun is what it is; as long as you find the intervals when Rosen fires, you can always win against so many people.

Yes, the advantage is in my hands!

"Not only do they refuse to surrender, but they dare to fire back at me? Dragon's Breath!"

The Remington M870 emitted brilliant sparks, instantly engulfing everyone in front of Rosen.

Dragon's Breath can be said to be the most different from reality in movies and games.

In movies and games, the Dragon's Breath Shot is practically like fire magic, possessing immense power.

In reality, the Dragon Breath Shot is just a large fairy wand. Its physical damage is almost zero at a distance of 10 meters, and its fire damage is also very poor. Only its visual effect is passable.

(Dragon's Breath effect)

However, this is exactly the effect that Rosen wanted: using magnesium powder or potassium-antimony alloy as projectiles would produce a flame jet effect up to 30 meters long at high temperatures.

Sparks can effectively obscure the enemy's vision, and the sound and light effects are quite frightening, making them excellent at demoralizing the enemy.

Oscar and Killian's gang members weren't particularly good marksmen to begin with, since they couldn't find a proper place to practice shooting.

Under the barrage of dragon's breath bullets, the gang members were thrown into complete chaos, unsure of where to aim their guns, let alone hit Rosen.

Rosen had already quickly gotten off the other side of the vehicle and was using the SUV as cover to continue firing.

This time, Rosen switched back to using single-bullet rounds, ready to shoot anyone who dared to retaliate.

There were no cover around the highway, and the gang members were easy targets. So after four or five of them were shot down, the rest of them laid down their weapons and surrendered.

"LAPD! Drop your weapons and put your hands behind your heads!"

The light effect of the Dragon's Breath successfully attracted the attention of the LAPD in the distance, and Bradford arrived with his men a few minutes later.

Rosen put down the Remington M870 in his hand and raised his hand. After all, he was an undercover agent and could not reveal his identity directly.

"Who fired the dragon breath just now? Was it you?"

Bradford's gaze quickly settled on Rosen.

Rosen was wearing sunglasses and a mask late at night, which looked very suspicious.

"Officer, I just went out to set off fireworks at night. I didn't expect to suddenly run into these people trying to steal my car."

"Take your questions to the police station! You have the right to remain silent, but anything you say next can be used against you in court!"

Bradford repeated Miranda's warning, and then tried to remove the mask from Rosen's face.

Rosen hesitated for a moment. If he were to expose his face in this situation, would he still be able to continue as an undercover agent?

"Kid, behave yourself!"

Bradford grabbed Rosen's shoulder roughly, and Rosen had no choice but to lean closer and ask in a low voice.

"Are you Officer Tim Bradford?"

How did you know?

"Brian told me."

Upon hearing the name Brian, Bradford's expression changed, and he quickly surveyed his surroundings.

Fortunately, the other criminals were located far away, and only a few police officers nearby were watching Bradford and Rosen interact strangely.

"How could you—fuck! This brat really doesn't follow the rules of undercover work at all!"

Bradford did not remove Rosen's sunglasses and mask.

"Which side are you on?"

"Can I make a phone call?"

Bradford nodded, but his hand remained on his holster, clearly very vigilant, and he did not relax his guard just because Rosen mentioned Brian's name.

Rosen slowly took his phone out of his pocket to avoid alarming the other officers, then dialed a number and handed it to Bradford.

Bradford took the phone suspiciously, and then heard Sean's voice.

"Fuck! I should have known!"

This operation was a joint operation between the LAPD and the FBI, so there must have been an FBI mole present.

However, Bradford still had to put handcuffs on Rosen as a formality before handing him over to the FBI later.

The thrilling night came to an end, and the FBI and LAPD could be said to have won a great victory.

The leader and core members of the Byrne Gang were all captured, as were the leader and some core members of the Shark Gang.

The only downside was that Frank managed to escape.

But this is already a huge achievement, considering that half of the four major Irish gangs in Long Beach have been captured.

After being assigned by the FBI and LAPD, all the members of the Shark Gang were taken to the Los Angeles Police Department, while Adams Byrne and his men were taken to the FBI building.

Oh, Adams Byrne is no longer the leader of the Byrne Gang; he was brought to the FBI in a personal capacity.

The building was investigated.

After a busy night, the FBI did not rest, but instead conducted a surprise interrogation overnight, hoping to press their advantage.

When criminals are first caught, they are usually in a state of confusion, which is when interrogation can be most effective.

However, some seasoned veterans who frequently visit police stations for "coffee" may be completely unmoved by persuasion.

Take Adams and Killian, for example.

Killian kept emphasizing his injuries, so Sean had no choice but to take him to the hospital. Otherwise, if Killian were to become disabled due to insufficient treatment, Sean might sue the FBI.

As for Adams, it was even simpler; he simply said he wouldn't say anything without a lawyer present.

And this guy's lawyer is an old friend, the jackal lawyer Saul Goodman.

This made Sean very frustrated; if Saul Goodman were there, he wouldn't be able to get any information out of him.

Ironically, this was a legal right granted to Adams by law. Unless it was espionage or treason, all criminal suspects have the right to hire a lawyer.

This is the origin of Miranda's warning.

In 1963, suspect Miranda was arrested for kidnapping and rape. The police did not inform him of his right to remain silent and his right to legal counsel, which led to the overturning of his involuntary confession.

That's why America's lawyers are so capable; many lawyers actively pursue political careers, and quite a few even become presidents.

This is practically the opposite of the other side of the Earth.

"Jane, is Adams Byrne still not saying anything?"

Rosen did not participate in the interrogation immediately; he went to the hospital for a check-up first.

Iron Man only exempted Rosen from the negative effects of his injury, but it doesn't mean he won't get injured.

In fact, pain and negative effects are warning signs from the body, telling you that continuing to do so may cause irreversible damage to your body.

The mysterious sniper's two shots were quite ruthless, and Rosen didn't want any lingering effects.

After a hospital examination, it was found that Rosen's sternum had indeed been slightly fractured, which explained why he felt a slight pain in his chest during the subsequent events.

Fortunately, Rosen's problem wasn't too serious. The doctor only provided conservative treatment, prescribing a bunch of painkillers and advising him to avoid strenuous exercise for the next month.

This assessment is based on the recovery capabilities of an average person; Lawson, with his Ironman ace physique, should be able to fully recover in about a week.

After returning to the FBI building from the hospital, Rosen saw Jane making coffee in the lounge.

While waiting in line at the hospital, Rosen had already inquired about the general situation on his phone.

Jane sighed, her eyes rimmed with dark circles.

"Yes, Adams Byrne didn't say a word after entering the FBI building."

"What a stubborn guy. Jane, let me talk to Adams myself, shall I?"

Jane's eyes widened.

"But you're an undercover agent. What if he discovers your identity?"

Adams being arrested doesn't mean he can't meet with outsiders. If he reveals Rosen's identity, it will definitely cause him a lot of trouble.

"It's okay, I'll wear sunglasses and a mask when I talk to him, and you can find me a voice changer."

Jane thought for a moment and nodded.

"Great idea! Rosen, I'll go get you the voice changer right now."

Just as she was about to turn around, Rosen suddenly grabbed Jane's hand.

"Jane, your dark circles seem quite severe, and your skin looks a bit dull."

Jane wanted to break free from Rosen's grasp, but dared not use too much force; her face felt a little hot.

"There's nothing I can do about it. The bureau has been quite busy lately, and this is the third consecutive night I've worked through the night."

"How can this be? Is Sean using you like a man? Jane, go and rest after you get the voice changer. Don't ruin your health."

"But all the other colleagues are still busy—"

"If you want your skin to be as rough and oily as Sean's, then you can keep staying up all night."

Let Sean be in the past! You're still young, so the side effects of staying up late are less severe now, but who knows what will happen in a few years!

The thought that her face might be as rough and oily as Sean's filled Jane with panic.

"Okay, I'll ask Sean for two days off to rest."

"That's more like it!"

Rosen touched Jane's hair, and the atmosphere in the lounge suddenly became somewhat ambiguous.

Just then, someone pushed open the door and entered the lounge.

Jane was so frightened that she jumped back and flew a meter away.

"Hey, I think I heard someone talking bad about me?"

Sean came in, also holding a cup, clearly there to pour coffee.

The guy gave Rosen and Jane a strange look.

Rosen was alright; he was used to doing bad things and his face showed no abnormality whatsoever.

Jane, on the other hand, seemed overly flustered, completely forgetting her identity as a formal FBI agent, looking like a little girl caught doing something wrong by her parents.

Sean couldn't help but give him a suspicious look.

"What were you doing here just now?"

"It's nothing, we were just discussing the case. By the way, Sean, is Adams Byrne still not saying anything?"

Sean had a feeling that something had just happened between Rosen and Jane, but since Rosen brought up the case, he didn't say anything more.

"Yes, this guy's got a really tight tongue! Fuck, Saul Goodman's arriving in a few hours, we have to find a way to get him to talk during that time!"

"Sean, let me talk to him. Maybe I can get him to talk."

These words made Sean frown slightly.

"Then what about your identity?"

"This is what I just talked to Jane about. I'll wear a mask and sunglasses, and then Jane will get me a voice changer to make sure Adams Byrne doesn't recognize me."

Sean had no better option at the moment and could only agree to Rosen's plan.

"Okay, let's do it this way! Rosen, would you like some coffee?"

"Sean, you know me, I don't like Americano."

"It's okay, Jane can make several kinds of coffee. Just ask her to make whatever you want."

"Then let's have a latte."

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