America: Starting with the Last Liberty

Chapter 157 A Series of Betrayals (4K)

Military sniper rifles and police sniper rifles differ not only in caliber but also in bullet type and propellant charge.

A typical example is the very famous sniper rifle, the AWP.

The AWP is actually the police version; its military version is called the AWM.

The main difference between the police and military versions is the barrel caliber.

The AWP typically uses 5.56mm ammunition, aiming for precise subjugation of criminals.

The AWM, on the other hand, uses 7.62mm Magnum rifle cartridges and aims to effectively kill the enemy.

Rosen guessed that the sniper was using special bullets, which was why they could penetrate the bulletproof vest so easily.

At this moment, Adams' life force was rapidly fading away. Most people would be beyond saving after being shot like that, let alone a 61-year-old man suffering from late-stage lung cancer.

Adams suddenly waved to Rosen with difficulty, signaling him to come over.

Rosen immediately knelt down next to Adams.

"Mr. Byrne, is there something you want to say to me?"

"John, have you rescued him?"

"Yes, John Byrne is perfectly safe now!"

This seemed to put Adams completely at ease, and he coughed violently twice.

"All of Byrne's transaction records and ledgers from all these years are buried under the only tree in my villa's garden! Promise me, let John live out the rest of his life in peace!"

Rosen looked up at Sean, who was just a trainee agent and clearly couldn't make the decision.

At this moment, Cole arrived at the scene and immediately agreed to Adams' request.

"Mr. Byrne, as long as what you've revealed is true, I will take good care of Mr. John Byrne."

Hearing Cole's promise, Adams finally let out his anger, his breathing became weaker and weaker, and soon he closed his eyes completely.

"Agent Rosen, Agent Arthur, you two come with me. The rest of you, clean up the scene!"

Rosen looked at Cole and saw the other man's ashen face.

In the distance, after seeing Adams Byrne breathe his last, 99 dialed 0's number.

"0. It's all done. The final plan is complete."

"Good. After confirming Adams Byrne's body, we can evacuate."

"Oh, the FBI's in a bad mood right now. Are you sure you're okay with doing this?"

"Ha! 99, isn't this normal? The FBI has screwed over the CIA plenty of times overseas! As long as there's no fundamental conflict of interest, everything is negotiable."

After saying that, 0 hung up the phone.

99 put away his phone, took one last look in the direction of the FBI, and then packed up his gear and left.

This FBI operation can be described as a catastrophic accident, with one FBI agent killed and another seriously injured and potentially disabled.

Even a key figure like Adams Byrne was sniped to death in front of FBI agents, which was tantamount to a provocation.

It's perfectly normal for Cole to get angry.

However, after Cole brought Rosen and Sean to the command room, he didn't scold them, but instead praised them a few times.

In fact, the FBI incident tonight had nothing to do with Rosen and Sean; the two of them had done a perfect job.

But Cole still had some doubts.

"Agent Rosen, now that you've found John Byrne, why haven't you reported it to your superiors?"

"Chief, I received information that Frank Castro was an FBI informant 30 years ago and that he had been in contact with someone within the FBI. To prevent any mishaps during the operation, I did not report this to my superiors."

"Such a thing is possible? Agent Rosen, do you have any evidence?"

"I don't have any concrete evidence right now, but I already know who this person is. I just need to do a simple test to confirm it."

Cole has realized that such a major incident tonight must have been caused by this mole, and he now wishes he could catch him in the act.

"What are we waiting for? I'm going to catch this traitor tonight!"

"Chief, do I need a cell phone with a hidden number, and the contact information for Deputy Chief Jonathan Courtney?"

"Agent Rosen, is Courtney the mole?"

"Yes, I listened to Frank Castro's phone call, heard Courtney's name, and then confirmed his identity."

Cole's expression kept changing. He suddenly remembered that during the operation that night, Jonathan had suddenly come to the command room.

At the time, Cole didn't think about it at all; after all, who would have thought that the deputy director of an FBI precinct would be a mole?

Looking back now, Jonathan's sudden appearance at that time was indeed a bit suspicious.

However, Cole still gave Rosen a heads-up.

"Agent Rosen, you should understand that audio obtained through wiretapping cannot be used as evidence."

"Yes! But once we know who the mole is, is it really that hard to find evidence?"

Cole nodded.

"Sean, go get Rosen a new cell phone. I know Courtney's number."

A while later, Sean brought back a special FBI cell phone, similar to the one Rosen had received earlier.

These phones are all modified, and there's nothing special about them from the outside. Only professionals can spot the problems.

After getting the phone, Rosen immediately dialed Courtney's number and then took out a voice recorder and placed it next to the phone.

"Hey, who are you?"

Rosen pressed the play button on the recorder, and the voice he had recorded beforehand, Frank's voice, came through.

To increase realism, Rosen also added slight editing marks to the audio.

"Kourtney, it's me! We're in trouble!"

Jonathan definitely recognized Frank's voice, but because this "Frank" sounded slightly strange (due to editing and the fact that Rosen hadn't heard Frank's voice much), and there was no code word, he didn't respond.

"You're crazy! I don't know you!"

As Jonathan was about to hang up, Rosen played a recording.

"Courtney, an undercover agent has discovered that I've been an FBI informant for 30 years. I don't know if he's leaked the information, so you'd better be careful!"

These words successfully broke down Jonathan's psychological defenses. Very few people knew that Frank had become his informant 30 years ago.

All the information in the paper documents and databases has been erased by Jonathan. It is impossible for outsiders to know exactly when Frank became his informant, and Frank would not casually reveal such a thing.

Jonathan was beginning to believe that the person making the call was indeed Frank, but he still tested the waters with a question.

Why aren't you using your old phone number?

Rosen pressed the play button for the third time.

"There's no time to explain! Only Mr. Walsh can save us now! You need to inform Mr. Walsh immediately!"

"Fuck! Frank Castro, I warned you to be careful! I'm only two months away from retirement! Fuck!"

Fuck————

Hearing this, there was no need to say anything more; Cole's expression was no different from that of an African American.

Jonathan kept swearing on the phone, so Rosen simply hung up.

Cole took a deep breath and then looked at Rosen.

"Where did this audio come from?"

"I listened to Frank Castro's conversations and then synthesized the audio."

Cole closed his eyes and then slammed his fist on the table.

"Agent Arthur, take men and arrest Jonathan Courtney immediately! We can't let him get away! Also, none of you should tell anyone what just happened, especially anything with the surname Walsh!"

"Yes, Chief!" ×2

Sean immediately left the command room to carry out the arrest order, leaving only Rosen and Cole behind.

Rosen noticed that Cole reacted very strongly when he heard the surname Walsh, which made him somewhat curious.

"Chief, is there a problem with the surname Walsh?"

Cole glanced at Rosen, hesitated for a long time before answering him.

"I only know one person named Walsh, who is a councilman for Los Angeles County."

Frank fled for his life, having found the speedboat he had hidden beforehand. He and his henchman, France, left the dock under the cover of night.

Today, Frank's long-standing habit of caution saved him once again, but he knew he wouldn't have a second chance.

With the deal falling through and the attack on the FBI, it was impossible for Frank to remain in Los Angeles.

Moreover, once Frank is sent to prison, Walsh will absolutely not let him live.

Therefore, Frank's only chance of survival was to leave America overnight.

France drove Frank ashore and then made a phone call.

Soon, Colin Sullivan, dressed in a low-key manner, arrived in his car to pick up Frank and France.

"Mr. Castro, what has happened?"

Colin was surprised to see Frank looking so disheveled; in his memory, Frank had never looked so disheveled before.

Frank and France quickly got into Colin's car.

"We'll talk about it later, let's drive!"

"Shall I take you back to the villa?"

The mention of the villa reminded Frank of that beautiful and dangerous woman, and he instinctively shuddered.

"No! We can't go back to the villa. Go to my safe house, I'll show you the way!"

Soon, the car arrived at the door of a house located in the suburbs.

Frank used the key to open the door to the safe house, opened a hidden compartment inside, and took out gold, cash, and some weapons and ammunition.

This situation made Colin feel uneasy.

"Mr. Castro, what's going on? What are you trying to do?"

Frank sighed deeply, looking dejectedly at Colin, whom he had raised single-handedly.

"Listen, child, I've suffered a major setback, and I can no longer stay in America! All you have to do is get me across the US-Mexico border, and then you'll be free!"

These words left Colin deeply troubled. He had grown up with Frank's financial support and had always regarded Frank as his mentor.

Now, the question is, "How could this happen? What on earth happened?"

Frank closed his eyes. He had actually reviewed the reasons for his failure when he was running away earlier.

What happened tonight is like a murky pool, making it impossible to see what's hidden beneath.

But one thing is certain.

"There must be an FBI mole within Castro's gang, and a core member at that, which is why he was able to abduct John Byrne without anyone noticing!"

Well, Frank didn't get to the bottom of things, but he got pretty close.

However, this undercover agent was not from the FBI, but from the LAPD.

Frank's words made Colin panic as well; he thoroughly enjoyed his current role as LAPD.

At the Los Angeles Police Department, Colin is a respected sheriff with a bright future, and he doesn't want to lose it all.

"Does that undercover agent know my identity?"

Frank shook his head.

"Don't worry about that. Only I know about your affairs. I haven't even told France."

France was one of Frank's most trusted men, so much so that he would take him with him when they ran away.

Hearing this, Colin finally felt relieved.

"Mr. Castro, I will escort you across the US-Mexico border. God bless you!"

This is truly a hellish blessing, wishing God protection upon a heinous drug dealer and arms dealer.

However, many Christians are like this: they do things that could send them to hell while praying for God's salvation.

Like the elderly Michael Corleone in "The Godfather Part III," he also tried to achieve spiritual redemption in his later years.

Unfortunately, if there really is such an omniscient and omnipotent God, he certainly wouldn't protect these unforgivable sinners.

Frank lowered his eyes, looking as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

He went from being a high-spirited gang leader to a decrepit, homeless dog.

After a moment of silence, Frank suddenly remembered something.

"And France?"

He said he went to the restroom.

"Fuck! How long has he been gone? It seems like it's been more than ten minutes!"

Frank had a vague feeling that something was wrong, but he was unwilling to believe that the person he had trusted most for decades had betrayed him.

Colin comforted Frank.

"Maybe it's just that I'm getting old and have some difficulty going to the toilet?"

Frank's lips twitched; he had a feeling that Colin's words were also directed at him.

But now is not the time to dwell on that. Frank stood up and walked toward the restroom.

The bathroom door was indeed locked, but there was no response when Frank knocked and called for help.

When Colin kicked open the bathroom door, he found it empty; France wasn't there.

"Fuck! Where is that French bastard?!"

Frank grew increasingly panicked, and a terrible thought suddenly popped into his head, growing ever stronger.

It's obvious that France, having done so many bad things with Frank, couldn't possibly be an undercover police officer.

Moreover, even if this guy is willing to be a witness for the prosecution, he will never be able to get out of prison for the rest of his life.

Then there's only one possibility left for France to betray Frank.

"Colin, let's hurry up and leave, don't wait for France!"

As Frank pulled Colin out of the safe house, they saw a red sports car parked at the door.

Inside the car was that stunningly beautiful face that sent chills down Frank's spine.

Meanwhile, the Frenchman that Frank had just been looking for was opening the door for the person in the red sports car.

"Thanks!"

Eva gracefully got out of the car, then suddenly pulled out a pistol and shot France in the head.

boom!

Blood splattered on Eva's face, making her features even more alluring.

(That's the feeling)