America: Starting with the Last Liberty

Rosen's words were like sharp arrows piercing Rupert's heart, making it hard for him to breathe.

While America allows personal bankruptcy, bankruptcy means an endless abyss.

The only outcome for bankrupt individuals is becoming homeless; they will never have another chance to turn their lives around and will completely part ways with mainstream society.

The final outcome is that they die in the street or in the sewers, possibly without even leaving behind a complete body.

Fun fact: America is the world's largest blood plasma market, while Israel is the world's largest human organ market.

Rupert nodded with difficulty.

"I did it!"

"Very good. I need your help with something else. Could you contact your general manager, David Albert?"

Rupert's eyes widened; he hadn't expected the other person to mention his boss.

"Hey, why are you contacting the general manager?"

Rosen turned to look at Rupert and exhaled a perfect smoke ring.

"What, you don't know your bank recently suffered a significant loss?"

Rupert immediately thought of the changes in General Manager David Albert in recent days, who was just as irritable as Rupert and prone to verbally abusing employees.

At the time, Rupert joked with his colleagues that David Albert must have a sex life problem, which was why he was so irritable, like a woman going through menopause.

"How did you know?"

"We have our own channels, you just need to give this phone number to David Albert. Of course, you should also remember this number, it's our way of contacting you."

From Rupert's perspective, Rosen, Phil, and Dennis suddenly become terrifying, and he begins to suspect that the three are part of a criminal organization operating deep underground.

Believe it or not, all sorts of conspiracy theories find a market in America: Area 51, aliens, the Reptilians, and all birds are federal surveillance robots, etc.

Unfortunately, the federal government has always been far ahead of the curve when it comes to being inhumane.

Rupert got out of the car in a daze, not even noticing when he got home.

Dennis, who was driving, looked at Rosen curiously.

"How did you obtain this information?"

Rosen repeated the same words he had just used to answer Rupert.

"I naturally have my own channels. Being well-prepared is beneficial for everyone, isn't it? That's what professionalism is!"

"You're absolutely right! It's a pity you're not Italian!"

Phil with the big beard couldn't hide his admiration for Rosen.

Rosen raised an eyebrow. What did this have to do with Italians?

However, Dennis seems to have a different opinion from Phil.

"Phil, I think someone as outstanding as Rosen can be 'my friend' even if he's not of our race!"

"Perhaps you are right, but we need to be cautious given the current situation."

Rosen keenly sensed that Phil and Dennis's words had a hidden meaning, and that the phrase "my friend" clearly contained some deeper implications.

So, Rosen tested the two of them with a joke.

"Hey, are you guys telling some kind of riddle?"

Phil turned to look at Rosen.

"Rosen, there are some things we can't say right now. We can only tell you once you've gained our trust further."

Rosen narrowed his eyes and began to guess.

Italian, "my friend," this undoubtedly points to a prestigious organization.

mafia!

Considering that a police officer had infiltrated Phil and Dennis's inner circle, Rosen had already guessed pretty accurately.

Since the Americanoton Organized Crime Control Act was passed in 1970, the Mafia's days in America have been on the decline.

This law allows law enforcement agencies to summon and detain individuals suspected of organized crime for up to 48 hours based solely on suspicion.

Once you're released, they can find an excuse to detain you for another 48 hours.

The leaders and bigwigs couldn't stand this, so the Mafia organization began to gradually disintegrate.

Starting in 1970, far-sighted Mafia bosses began to gradually go out of business or retire. But while the upper-level Mafia could retire comfortably, what about the lower-level Mafia?

The lower-level Mafia members don't have the wealth and businesses of the upper-level bosses, and many of them also lack the skills to survive, so they have no choice but to go down the dark path.

Phil and Dennis are clearly in this situation.

"This is fine, let me get off."

Dennis stopped the car, and Rosen got out. The Sangevik Bar was not far away.

"Hey bro, wanna have a couple of drinks?"

Why not?

Phil shook his head.

"It's a pity we still have a rally, otherwise we would definitely have a couple of drinks together."

There will be an opportunity.

Rosen walked toward the Sangevik Bar with his hands in his pockets. After confirming Rupert Lawrence's information, he now wanted to buy another piece of information from Svefa.

But at that moment, Rosen suddenly received a phone call.

"Hey, your aunt wants to call you home for dinner."

"I'm sorry, Peter isn't here."

These two sentences are actually a code used to confirm that the person answering the phone is the right person.

"Rosen, do you have any useful information?"

That's right, this is the FBI agent who recruited Rosen as an informant. He would make a routine phone call every week to ask questions, regardless of whether there was any intelligence or not.

Rosen thought of the job he had been given a couple of days ago, and then tentatively gave the other party a reply.

"I recently got a job; a team wants to rob a bank."

"puff!"

The person on the other end of the phone seemed to be drinking something, and upon hearing this, they immediately spat it out.

"Wait a minute! Rosen, weren't you usually just catching petty thieves? How come you've suddenly gotten involved in such a big case?"

"Mr. Neil, isn't this to express my gratitude for helping me with my identity issue? So I decided to put in a little more effort."

If you can produce a case like this with just a little effort, what will happen if you keep trying?

"Tell me what you know."

Rosen briefly recounted what he knew, without touching upon any information revealed by the system.

"Those two are Mafia members? The Los Angeles Mafia? Could it be the Bonanno family? Wow! This is a great opportunity!"

Rosen listened quietly to Neil's self-talk, and it took a long time before the other person spoke to him again.

"Listen, Rosen, I need you to use this opportunity to infiltrate the Bonanno family!"

"Hmm? What about the bank robbery?"

"That's just a small bank, it's not important at all! The greatest achievement is dismantling a criminal organization like the Bonanno family!"

"Mr. Neil, your plan sounds too dangerous. I'm not capable of that!"

Rosen looked completely lacking in confidence.

"Rosen, my dear Rosen, I knew you were no ordinary person from the start! Help me sort this out, and I can give you a full-fledged FBI position!"

"What if LAPD obstructs it?"

"We're the FBI, the LAPD has no jurisdiction over us!"