America: Starting with the Last Liberty

"Fuck! What a bunch of useless trash! You can't trust these losers!"

Vincent grumbled as he put on his bulletproof vest and jacket. He had already contacted SWAT (Special Weapons and Tactics Force) and was ready to deploy at any time, just waiting for Donnie to send a message.

As a result, even after Anthony and Pete called, Downey didn't receive any news, not even a text message.

"Is that kid planning to betray me?"

Thinking of this, Vincent's eyes turned sinister.

As Vincent boarded the armored vehicle, he took out his phone and dialed Donnie's number.

Unsurprisingly, no one answered the phone, and no one replied to the text messages.

"This guy really is in trouble!"

Vincent's expression turned ferocious; he couldn't accept being betrayed by his own undercover agent.

At this moment, the driver of the armored vehicle asked Vincent a question.

"Sir, where are we going?"

Vincent immediately grabbed his laptop from the car, launched a program, and a map of the Los Angeles suburbs appeared on the screen, along with a red dot moving rapidly across the map.

"Luckily, I was prepared! I've already uploaded the data online and am tracking that moving red dot on the map! Be careful, they might have heavy weaponry!"

"receive!"

SWAT vehicles started up and headed towards the outskirts of Los Angeles.

Halfway there, Vincent kept his eyes on the tracking signal and suddenly noticed that the signal had stopped on a highway.

"Why did you stop? Did you discover something was wrong with your phone and throw it away?"

Rosen had indeed suspected that Donnie's phone had a tracking device, but instead of throwing the phone away, something else unexpected happened.

Do you remember the description of Lawson's ultimate card?

You can assemble any machine you want using any parts, even if it's not very scientific or durable!

Rosen successfully cobbled together a van with various barely usable parts, even though there was no record of it.

The car was only planned for this trip, a journey of about a few dozen kilometers. Rosen thought the car could handle it, but unexpectedly it broke down halfway.

Even after Rosen got off the vehicle and picked up a wrench to perform Russian-style repairs, he couldn't save the van; it had indeed reached the end of its life.

"Fuck! How did the car break down?"

Phil, who was not in a good mood, suddenly became irritable. Now all he had to do was return to the warehouse where they usually gathered, and divide up today's spoils, and the job would be done.

Unfortunately, the car broke down on the last stretch of the road.

Phil and Dennis didn't know that Rosen had pieced the car together himself; Donnie had only told them that he had gotten a used car.

"Now that things have come to this, we have no choice but to think of another way."

Rosen scratched his head. Nobody wanted this to happen. Perhaps God saw that things had gone too smoothly for them before, so He gave them a hard time during the evacuation.

Donnie hesitated before walking over to Rosen, taking out his phone and gesturing to Rosen with his eyes.

"What do we do with this?"

Donnie had just guessed from Rosen's reaction that there might be something wrong with the phone; now it had become a ticking time bomb.

"Don't panic, the police won't be here anytime soon!"

Meanwhile, Dennis took out his phone to call a tow truck, but there was no cell phone signal in the middle of nowhere.

"Fuck! This crappy phone!"

Rosen's magic cell phone still had a signal, but he knew that by the time the tow truck arrived, the Los Angeles police would have already arrested all four of them.

"How about we just walk across the desert?"

Dennis gritted his teeth and made a suggestion.

North of Los Angeles lies a vast expanse of desert, where the environment is extremely harsh.

"Are you crazy? At this time of day, walking across the desert will kill you!"

Phil rejected Dennis's suggestion outright. He had finally earned some money, and he didn't want to die before he had spent it all.

"It's not that bad yet! I've looked into this road; long-haul trucks frequently pass through here. Maybe we can hitch a ride."

As soon as Rosen finished speaking, a US version of the 100-ton King truck drove up from not far away. The model looked very much like Optimus Prime.

(In the United States, large trucks are usually long-nose trucks.)

Donnie quickly stood on the side of the road to flag down a car.

However, the American version of the 100-ton king did not slow down at all and roared past, which made Donnie very frustrated.

Just kidding, if the driver of the 4-ton truck saw four burly men standing by the roadside, wouldn't they be afraid of being robbed?

There have been several serial killers in America's history who specifically targeted truck drivers. How could they dare to stop?

Rosen quickly realized this, and he instructed the others to leave their rifles in the car and disguise themselves by only carrying pistols for self-defense.

Furthermore, if one person blocks the car while the others hide inside, the chances of stopping the car are higher.

As for the person who stopped the car, it was of course Rosen.

In America, every ethnic group has its own labels and stereotypes.

For example, African Americans and Mexican Americans are often viewed as criminals, while Asian Americans are generally labeled as nerds and law-abiding citizens.

Even American police officers who frequently empty their magazines won't immediately draw their guns if they see an Asian.

Moreover, Lawson is a handsome man who appeals to both Chinese and Western tastes, which makes the effect even better.

Just a few minutes later, Rosen successfully flagged down a van with a TV station logo on it, which appeared to be a news van.

"Is your car broken down?"

The carriage doors opened, revealing a beautiful blonde woman with blue eyes and a middle-aged man who was clearly a photographer.

"Yes, could you give us a ride?"

The blonde woman thought it was just Rosen alone, but then Phil, Dennis, and Donnie also got out of the car.

"Uh, there are four of you in total?"

"Uh-huh! We're a small renovation company, I'm the boss and they're the employees. We have an urgent job to finish right now, and there's no cell phone signal here, so we have to hitch a ride."

Looking at Rosen's handsome face, the blonde beauty decided to ignore the risks and let them hitch a ride.

"Then get in the car, we'll give you a ride!"

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man on the bus objected.

"Meghan, what about our news assignment?"

"It's okay, it shouldn't make a difference of a few minutes!"

Megan scrutinized Rosen, feeling as if she had seen him somewhere before.

"Meghan? You're Megan Kelly, the beautiful anchorwoman from Fox News?"

"Yes!"

"Oh my God! I really love your show, you absolutely have to give me an autograph later!"

Rosen's compliments made Megan beam with joy.

"No problem, get in the car!"

The four of them successfully boarded the interview vehicle, but because they were all quite large, the vehicle became very crowded.

Blonde beauty Megan was forced to squeeze into a corner with Rosen.

Sensing the intense hormones emanating from Rosen, Megan finally couldn't help but ask a question.

"Excuse me, haven't I seen you somewhere before?"

(Still Megan Kelly)