America: Starting with the Last Liberty

Chapter 145 Should I Avoid His Edge? (4K)

If it weren't for Spider Ace, Rosen would definitely have been shot by a sniper rifle.

Moreover, through the Spider Ace's effect, Rosen was able to directly pinpoint the sniper's location.

About 200 meters away, there was a red car parked there, and the bullet came from that car.

After the shot was fired, the red car immediately drove towards them.

"Fuck!"

Rosen cursed, but the mysterious sniper in front of him had already turned around and started firing back.

The mysterious sniper's attacks were extremely fierce, with each strike targeting human weaknesses.

Heart, kidneys, throat, temples —

Being hit in these locations can easily render an adult male incapacitated.

However, the mysterious sniper targeted Rosen, who possessed the Iron Man ace.

Having dodged the attack aimed at his temple and braced himself against a punch aimed at his chest as if nothing had happened, Rosen grabbed the mysterious sniper's arm and twisted it backward.

This sudden attack caught the mysterious sniper off guard, causing him to let out a cry of pain.

Immediately afterwards, Rosen tripped the mysterious sniper, locking one of his hands and one of his feet, instantly rendering him unable to resist.

The process was so fast that the red sedan hadn't even reached Rosen's side yet.

To prevent himself from being shot again by the people in the red car, Rosen roughly twisted the mysterious sniper's body, using him as a shield.

But at that moment, the mysterious sniper suddenly dislocated one of his arms and turned around to deliver a headbutt to Rosen.

Normally, you would dodge such a headbutt, but the mysterious sniper's opponent was Iron Man Rosen.

Rosen: Should I avoid his sharp edge?

boom!

After a dull thud, the mysterious sniper let out another scream.

"Fuck! Don't you feel any pain?"

The mysterious sniper was completely off guard. He had originally thought that Rosen was just a cunning old man who he could easily take care of.

The result was that they suffered repeated setbacks at Rosen's hands, and despite paying a huge price, they were still unable to break free from his control.

"Can't you just be honest? Why do you have to make yourself suffer!"

Despite the pain in his head, Rosen tried to regain control of the mysterious sniper.

But by then, the red car had already pulled up in front of them. Based on Spider Ace's assessment, if Rosen didn't let go, the car might actually crash into them.

"Damn it!"

Rosen didn't want to be seriously injured at such a crucial moment, so he had no choice but to release the mysterious sniper and jump to the side.

A woman wearing a mask was driving the red sedan. She made a sharp turn at an extremely close distance and stopped next to the mysterious sniper.

"Get in the car quickly!"

The masked woman subdued Rosen with a pistol, while the mysterious sniper, clutching his dislocated arm, got into his car and drove off.

"Cough cough cough—you filthy woman, don't let me catch you!"

He swore, but luckily Rosen was wearing a mask, so at least the other person probably wouldn't recognize him.

After a short while, Rosen took out his phone and reported the situation to Sean.

In the red sedan, the woman driving pulled off her mask, revealing a beautiful face.

"91, you were careless!"

The Black man, known as 91, was gritting his teeth as he put his dislocated arm back in place when he heard this, and he immediately became furious.

(Agent 91, played by Terry Crews)

"Fuck! 99, you make it sound so easy. That guy is a monster. I punched him in the chest and he didn't even flinch! I even headbutted him, and he still didn't react! How can you blame me?"

These words made the woman named 99 frown.

"Judging from your description, the one you just fought seemed to be a Terminator."

"That's the truth! I'm not making excuses at all. If you don't believe me, you can try fighting him!"

99. Pouting.

"Why should I make things difficult for myself? Anyway, I've already repaid the favor I owed you, and you'll have to finish the rest of the work yourself."

"Wait! 99, don't rush off! Let me make a phone call first."

(Agent 99, played by Anne Hathaway)

"Hello, 0, this is 91."

"91, is something not going well?"

"Yes, something unexpected happened."

"Is 99 with you?"

Upon hearing his code name mentioned on the phone, 99, who was driving, responded.

"0, how do you always know my location?"

"Heh, no one can fool me!"

Upon hearing this, 99 couldn't help but stick out her tongue playfully, seemingly disgusted by 0's pretentious behavior.

"0, let's not talk about 99 yet! I feel this mission is a bit tricky and may require some assistance!"

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"Okay, then let 99 assist you. Make sure there are no loose ends!"

91 looked up at 99, whose expression visibly turned ugly.

"Uh, 0, could you send someone else?"

"What's wrong? Are you in a bad mood, 99? Don't be temperamental!"

"I'm not throwing a tantrum! I'm just on vacation!"

The person on the other end of the phone sighed.

"I understand. From today until the day you complete the mission on September 91st, I will make up for the vacation period and give you an extra three days."

Upon hearing this, 99 immediately beamed with joy.

"That's more like it!"

Seeing 99 smile, 91 also breathed a sigh of relief.

"0, then I'll hang up now."

"91, if things don't go well, proceed with the final plan. Do you understand what I mean?"

"clear!"

91 hung up the phone.

"91, where do we go next?"

"Let's go to the safe house to check on the injuries first, then get a new sniper rifle. Damn it! Why are there so many unexpected problems with such a simple mission?"

91 grimaced and rubbed his shoulder; the pain of a dislocated shoulder could last a long time, and he was in for the next few days.

"Give me directions, I'm not very familiar with Los Angeles."

"OK."

Meanwhile, Rosen picked up the spoils and contacted Sean.

The sniper rifle that 91 hits is the Steyr SSG08, which is also known as the "bird sniper" in a certain shooting game.

Along with two Beretta M93R pistols, Rosen happily accepted them all.

(Steyr SSG08)

"Sean, this is Rosen. The sniper was rescued; I couldn't catch him."

"He was rescued? He had accomplices?"

"Yes, I had just subdued him, but someone suddenly fired a shot from a distance. If I hadn't been crouching down at the right moment, I might have been wounded."

"Damn it! Why is it all bad news!"

This surprised Rosen.

"Sean, haven't you caught anyone over there either?"

Rosen couldn't believe that with such a large-scale joint operation by the FBI and LAPD, they still couldn't catch anyone.

Sean remained silent for a moment before answering.

"There's a tunnel in that fast food restaurant; several key figures escaped through it."

The time will be adjusted to half an hour ago.

Frank received a text message from Colin and learned that not only the LAPD but also the FBI were outside.

Frank's original plan was to rush out of the fast food restaurant and escape through a gap left by Colin.

But that's definitely not going to work now, so Frank didn't move after his men rushed out.

Adams looked at Frank and Oscar.

"Why don't you two rush out together?"

Oscar looked at Adams and the people around him with a forced smile.

"Mr. Byrne, why don't you rush out again?"

Frank looked at Killian, whose injured arm had been simply bandaged, but was still bleeding.

The guy's face was pale from blood loss, but his expression remained relatively calm.

It was obvious that Adams and Killian had something to rely on, and many of the older members of Byrne's gang did not rush out.

"Killian, is there any other way for you to leave?"

Killian gritted his teeth and answered Frank.

"This restaurant is where the Byrne Gang started out; we dug a tunnel underground."

Oscar and Frank immediately understood.

Tunnel warfare is not unfamiliar to the American people, especially in areas along the US-Mexico border.

Many Mexican gangs smuggle goods into America by digging tunnels.

Now it's drugs, in the future it will be human smuggling, and even egg smuggling.

They smuggle whatever makes money.

This fast food restaurant was actually not far from Mexico, and Adams probably got his inspiration from it, digging a tunnel under the kitchen freezer early on to facilitate the transport of goods and escape.

As for why I didn't say anything earlier, it's because without a group of people rushing out, how could we attract the attention of the LAD and FBI?

The people present were mostly very selfish; the motto was "better to die than to die for others." Everyone had a meaningful expression on their face.

Only Brian is a decent person.

Oscar couldn't hold back any longer.

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go!"

Adams calmly observed the situation outside.

"Wait a little longer!"

Adams only turned and rushed into the kitchen after the LAPD's police lights were smashed and the FBI turned on their searchlights.

The rest of the people followed Adams without hesitation.

"You two, move the freezer!"

Adams directed his guards to move the freezer, and then took out something that looked like a car remote control to open the tunnel entrance.

It turned out to be a remote-controlled door, which surprised the others.

Let's go!

After everyone went inside, Adams closed the door with a switch.

This scene surprised Oscar.

"Mr. Byrne, does this mean the police won't be able to find us?"

"It's not that simple! The LAPD and FBI aren't stupid either. They'll definitely find the entrance through the dust or electrical wiring. This will only hold them off for a few minutes. Let's get going!"

After passing through a straight tunnel, the group soon arrived at a crossroads.

Adams suddenly stopped and turned to look at the others.

"Gentlemen, these passages each lead to an exit, shall we part ways here?"

Oscar looked at Killian, clearly not believing Adams's words.

"It's true."

With that, Killian led a few of his confidants in one direction.

Oscar didn't hesitate and followed in Killian's footsteps.

Surprisingly, Frank did not leave with Killian and Oscar, but stayed with Adams.

This puzzled Adams greatly.

"Mr. Castro, aren't you going to leave?"

Frank gave a strange smile.

"Mr. Byrne, I'm ready to go with you."

Adams frowned slightly, but didn't say anything more.

So Frank and his men followed Adams.

After walking for about ten minutes, the group arrived at the exit, which was a small hillside in the wild. The exit was blocked by a bunch of bushes.

You wouldn't notice the hole unless you looked closely.

Kevin first crawled out of the hole to check the situation outside, and only after confirming that the FBI and LAPD had not found the place did he notify the people inside to come out.

"Mr. Castro, the nearest town is just one kilometer away. Shall we part ways here?"

Frank looked at Adams with a meaningful smile.

"Of course, no problem, but there's something I'd like to discuss with you privately."

Adams shook his head.

"There's nothing to talk about between us."

"No, you will definitely talk to me."

As he spoke, Frank handed Adams a note.

"I'll wait for your call."

After saying that, Frank left with his men.

Adams frowned, not understanding where Frank's confidence came from.

So, under the moonlight, he opened the note, which contained a name and a phone number.

The name on the note made Adams' breath quicken and his pupils dilate.

Brian, who was standing nearby, was puzzled by Adams' strong reaction and mustered up his courage to take a closer look.

The note read John Byrne.

Even Brian was shocked.

In the distance, sirens could be heard, and the sounds of canines could be heard from inside the tunnel.

The FBI and LAPD were very well prepared this time, even bringing police dogs.

With police dogs leading the way, Adams and his team's escape would undoubtedly become much more difficult.

Kevin was getting anxious.

"Mr. Byrne, we should go!"

Adams's mind was in complete chaos, as if he couldn't hear anything Kevin was saying.

With no other option, Kevin had to carry Adams on his back and run wildly through the darkness.

However, carrying someone on his back was too physically demanding, and Kevin soon found himself panting and exhausted.

To make matters worse, the people around him got separated as he ran wildly in the dark.

It's not necessarily that they'll run away; in situations like this, some people will always choose to scatter when disaster strikes.

The barking of the police dogs and the shouts of the police officers grew closer and closer.

"Kevin, put me down."

"Huff, huff! Mr. Byrne, just hang in there, we'll be in town soon! Once we're in town, we'll be safe!"

"Put me down, you can't escape if you carry me."

"But what will you do?"

Kevin was panting heavily; just as Adams had said, he had reached his limit and could no longer carry the man.

"I'll be fine. I still have value. As long as I surrender, neither the FBI nor the LAPD will harm me."

And I'm also very rich. In this country, rich people can ignore a lot of troubles.

These words silenced Kevin. Although it was cruel, Adams was telling the truth.

Even though they knew Adams was a major drug dealer, the FBI and LAPD had no choice but to follow the rules in the face of the power of money.

In order to persuade Kevin to let go of his insistence, Adams revealed a secret that he had kept hidden in his heart for a long time.

"Kevin, I've always known you were a CIA undercover agent."