America: Starting with the Last Liberty

Chapter 155 This is Patrick Star, not Krusty Krab 4K

"Fuck!"

91 instantly realized he had been tricked; Rosen was not affected by the ultrasonic weapon at all.

But by then, it was clearly too late to dodge.

Rosen spun the multi-functional walking stick, separating a short stick, and pressed it directly against 91's stomach with all his might.

Everyone knows how hard a multi-functional walking stick is; this almost caused 91 to see his great-grandmother.

I wonder if Grandma from 91 has ever picked cotton?

Ahem! This question is a bit too hellish.

In short, this attack dealt a heavy blow to 91. Even though he was a trained elite CIA agent, he almost vomited and his vision went black.

Moreover, Rosen's attack was not over yet. He then hit 91's head hard with a short stick, causing him to instinctively cover his head, and then struck his Demon Orb hard.

This move, this move is called "two heads, one above and one below".

After this terrifying triple attack, even if 91 were an iron man, he couldn't withstand it!

91 immediately knelt on the ground, foaming at the mouth and rolling his eyes.

"Done!"

After dealing with 91, Rosen immediately took out ropes and began to tie up the agents and search them.

In addition to finding a pistol and ammunition, Rosen also found some spheres on 91 that resembled the ultrasonic weapon they had just encountered, as well as an earpiece in his ear.

"91, have you got things sorted out on your end?"

"Ahem! I'm in a bit of trouble right now, you'd better come and help me out!"

"Hmm? Something's off about your tone of voice. Fuck!"

He cursed something on the other end of the headset and immediately hung up the radio.

"You actually didn't lie?"

Rosen reluctantly put away his headset.

The mockingbird trick isn't a magic bullet. Theoretically, you need to listen to the voice of the person you're imitating more often to make your imitation more accurate.

Rosen hadn't exchanged more than a few words with 91, so naturally he couldn't perfectly mimic the other person's tone of voice.

If you encounter someone who isn't very wary, you might be able to fool them.

However, the person who had just spoken to Rosen via radio was clearly an elite agent, and Rosen's words immediately revealed his weakness.

However, having already captured these agents, Rosen had gained a great deal, so he didn't bother with the sniper who had escaped.

At that moment, Billy peeked out of the apartment and saw Rosen standing alone in the hallway, while the others were lying sprawled on the floor.

"Jack, you killed them all?"

"What are you thinking? I just knocked them out."

Billy breathed a sigh of relief. He had heard such a loud commotion outside that he thought someone had died.

"Jack, what do we do now?"

After thinking it over, Rosen made a decision.

"I moved them into the apartment and then called the FBI to come and take over."

"What about Mike?"

If the FBI comes to arrest them, they will inevitably have to take those three Castro gang members with them as well.

"Then take Mike with you. Are you sure Mike won't cause trouble?"

"I will persuade him."

After that, Rosen texted Jane and then took John Byrne and Mike to his safe house.

When Jane arrived at the scene, she saw that the six CIA agents were dumbfounded, and immediately called Rosen back.

"Rosen, did you take care of all those CIA agents by yourself?"

Rosen glanced at Billy's location, where Billy was still trying to persuade his friend Mike to abandon his evil ways and join the good side, so he walked to a distance and answered in his own voice in a low voice.

"It wasn't me, it was my friend who solved it."

"My God! That's a numbered agent! Your friend is amazing!"

Even through the phone, Lawson could picture Jane's amazed expression.

"Jane, these agents are after John Byrne. John Byrne is now in my hands, and Frank Castro doesn't know it yet. You'd better not interrogate these people, lest Jonathan Courtney find out."

"I understand! I'll keep them in the safe house and bring them back to the FBI building tomorrow."

"Great idea! I have something to do, I'll hang up now!"

After hanging up the phone, Rosen looked at Billy and Mike.

Mike had calmed down by now, but his eyes still looked complicated, as if he had been persuaded by Billy.

Rosen glanced at the time.

"Is it already six o'clock in the afternoon? Since things have come to this, let's eat first!"

On the other hand, 99 had no appetite for dinner.

After 91 lost contact, 99 immediately retreated to the CIA's safe house and then contacted 0.

However, after making three consecutive calls that all indicated the line was busy, 99 stopped calling and waited for 0 to finish before calling back.

As evening approached, 0 indeed called back.

"99, is there something urgent?"

"0.91's mission failed, and he is currently out of contact."

The person on the other end of the phone fell silent for a while before continuing to speak.

Tell me the details!

In reality, 99 didn't know the specifics either. She was just setting up a sniper rifle on the roof of the building opposite the apartment to prevent people inside from jumping out of the windows. 91 was actually in charge of the apartment.

"So you know nothing?"

"Someone called the police, so I had to leave temporarily. At that time, 91 was still able to communicate with me normally."

But ten minutes later, when I contacted 91 again, it was someone else impersonating 91 speaking to me, so I immediately hung up the radio.

0 fell into deep thought.

"It sounds like this is an organized operation. I'll investigate this thoroughly. 99, since things have come to this, you'll be in charge of executing the final plan. What the CIA can't get, nobody else can!"

"0, this was originally 91's job; I was only supposed to assist. How did it become my job?"

"99, I'm not kidding you. Adams Byrne knows too much; he absolutely cannot fall into the hands of other forces!"

"Alright, alright! You're the boss, you're in charge!"

99 hung up the phone listlessly, and for a moment she even lost the appetite for dinner.

However, for women who value their figure, dieting is quite common, and 99 has long been used to occasional fasting.

"Let's make some preparations."

99 doesn't want to make a mistake like 91. It's estimated that 91's two consecutive mishaps will soon become a laughing stock within the CIA.

If I were to become the protagonist of such a joke, I definitely wouldn't be able to accept it.

(Still from "The Dumb Detective"; No. 99 is quite something.)

Therefore, 99 decided to bring all her best equipment to completely eliminate the possibility of a mishap.

At 11:30 p.m., half an hour before the transaction was scheduled to begin, Adams, who was sitting in the safe house preparing to leave, received a call from Frank.

"Mr. Byrne, it's me."

Adams tried hard to control his emotions. He knew Frank was good at manipulating people's minds, so he was mentally prepared.

"Castru, the deal is about to happen. What brings you here?"

"Yes, the deal is about to happen. Are you nervous, Mr. Byrne?"

Adams did not answer.

"Is this why you called me?"

"Of course not! I just wanted to let you know the transaction location has changed, so don't go to the wrong place!"

As he spoke, Frank gave a new address and then quickly hung up the phone.

Adams put down his phone and looked at Sean beside him.

"Mr. Arthur, Castro has changed the location of the transaction."

Sean wore a calm smile.

"Mr. Byrne, the Bureau had anticipated this situation, so you have absolutely no need to worry. And I suspect Castro won't just change the transaction location once."

Sure enough, ten minutes later Frank called Adams again.

Even at 11:55, five minutes before the trading time of 12:00, Frank changed the trading location for the third time.

Every time Frank changed the location of the transaction, it caused the FBI's mobile units to be mobilized, which greatly affected the morale of the operatives.

Even if Sean knew it was Frank's scheme, he would still be very unhappy.

At exactly 12 o'clock, Adams finally arrived at the transaction location, but he did not see Frank.

An angry Adams immediately took out his phone and called Frank.

"Castro, where are you?"

"Oh, didn't you know? The transaction location has changed back to the dock warehouse we used to go to. Oh, I forgot to tell you, I'm so sorry!"

Being tricked time and time again, even the good-tempered Adams couldn't help but swear.

"Fuck you! You damned old dog!"

"Don't get agitated, Mr. Byrne! I just need to remind you, you only have ten minutes to come here. If I don't see you within ten minutes, I'm leaving!"

After saying that, Frank hung up the phone before Adams could continue swearing, which made Adams so angry that he almost smashed his phone.

"What a cunning fellow! Ten minutes is only enough time for us to get to that warehouse; there's simply no time to make any preparations!"

""

Sean couldn't help but curse. He was working with Adams and was responsible for acting as Adams' bodyguards along with several frontline agents.

As for the one in command, it was naturally Director Gordon Cole.

For some reason, Jonathan Courtney, the deputy director who hasn't been very involved in operations for the past two years, also came to the operations command center.

After hearing Sean's report, Cole continued to calmly give instructions.

"Agent Arthur, take Mr. Byrne to the transaction location immediately. The operatives will proceed as planned. I think this should be the last time. Have the snipers go in and ambush first."

Soon, the walkie-talkie crackled with responses from other people.

"Chief, it seems today's operation will be successfully completed; the other side's actions were entirely within your expectations!"

Jonathan, who was standing nearby, started to flatter Cole.

Cole glanced at Jonathan but didn't seem to care much.

The two had worked together for several years, and Cole was already used to the other's flattery.

Cole was also puzzled, because Jonathan's work ability was clearly mediocre, yet he inexplicably rose through the ranks to become deputy director based on his achievements.

However, Cole was only parachuted into Los Angeles a few years ago to become the branch manager there, so he didn't know the specifics.

They assumed Jonathan had somehow managed to become deputy director by currying favor with some powerful figure.

This is not surprising. Take Nathan Neal, for example. He was also brought up by Rosen, an informant, and directly took the lead in dismantling the Bonanno criminal network, rising directly from senior agent to inspector.

It's important to understand that special agents and inspectors are already part of the FBI's management level, representing a leap in rank.

For most FBI employees, the highest rank they reach is senior agent; many retire as ordinary agents.

To become a Secret Service Inspector, one either needs to have made outstanding contributions like Nathan Neal, or have a powerful background.

Not to mention he rose all the way to the position of deputy director.

"We still can't let our guard down. Frank Castro is very cunning, and I have a feeling he has other tricks up his sleeve. By the way, Courtney, what made you suddenly decide to participate in the operation today?"

"Hehe, I can't just sit in the office all the time, can I? I have to get out and move around."

Cole nodded, stopped talking to Jonathan, and focused on looking at the information compiled by various departments.

Jonathan watched for a while, then quietly left the command room, took out his phone, and sent a text message.

Such high-level operations usually involve confiscating communication devices to prevent leaks.

The problem is that Jonathan is the deputy director. Unless Cole speaks up, who would dare to take away his communication devices?

After sending the text message, Jonathan felt uneasy, so he sent another text message and then left the busy operations command center.

Soon, Adams and Sean arrived at the originally agreed-upon meeting place, an old warehouse located on the Long Beach docks.

This area used to be the territory of the Shark Gang, but because Oscar Kyle and a group of core members were arrested, the Shark Gang is now in chaos, and no one is in charge of the docks.

"Frank Castro, I've arrived!"

Adams shouted anxiously into the dimly lit warehouse, his patience already exhausted from the repeated changes in trading locations.

However, Sean and the other three FBI agents remained calm and observed their surroundings.

This old warehouse was filled with a lot of things, and the layout was rather complicated. No one knew if anyone was hiding behind all this clutter.

A few seconds later, Frank's voice came from behind a shelf.

"Mr. Byrne, you've finally arrived. I was just about to leave."

Frank wore a wicked grin as his gaze swept over Adams and the four guards behind him.

Adams glanced around at the people around Frank but didn't spot his son.

"Castro, where's John? You didn't bring him!"

"Mr. Byrne, formulas need to be verified. Who knows if you'll give me a fake one? Don't worry, once you give me the formula and I verify its authenticity, I'll definitely release your son. Keeping that stupid kid around is useless, right?"

Adams gritted his teeth and glared at Frank, who had called his son a useless, stupid child, which angered him.

Fortunately, Sean nudged Adams from behind, calming him down and getting him to speak according to plan.

"I need to check on John's safety first; let me hear his voice."

"It's very simple."

Frank took out his phone, dialed a number, and put it on speakerphone.

"Mike, it's me. Give the phone to John Byrne; his father wants to hear from him."

The answer on the other end of the phone left everyone present speechless for three seconds.

"This is Patrick Star, not the Krusty Krab!"