America: Starting with the Last Liberty

Brian drove away.

Rosen walked over to Donnie, took out 15 cigarettes and handed one to him, then took out a lighter and lit it for him.

Donnie took a drag of the cigarette with trembling hands, and the pain from the gunshot wound immediately began to subside.

"Lo... Clown, I wanted to ask you last time, where did you buy this cigarette? I looked in many stores but couldn't find this brand."

"Hehe, I actually hand-rubbed this cigarette."

Upon hearing this, Donnie immediately coughed violently, as if trying to expel the smoke from his lungs.

Unfortunately, America has long since abandoned the tradition of handmade cigarettes; generally, the term "handmade" refers to certain prohibited items.

The fact that Donnie felt less pain after smoking the cigarette made it even more suspicious.

Maggie quickly came over and gently patted Donnie on the back.

"Donnie, don't misunderstand, there's nothing prohibited in this, it's just some herbs unique to the East."

These words finally put Donnie at ease.

"Clown, you almost scared me to death!"

"Hahaha! A man about to become a father is still so timid!"

Hearing this, Donnie looked at Maggie's belly, his heart filled with warmth.

"Alright! If you stand there any longer, your leg will need to be amputated! Donnie, get out of Los Angeles, leave things here to me."

Donnie looked at Rosen, his face full of gratitude.

"Joker, I owe you a favor! I'll definitely repay it someday!"

Rosen smiled; this was exactly the favor he wanted.

Downey is a very loyal and affectionate person. If Rosen were to look at Downey with hostile sunglasses right now, the outline on the other person would probably have turned into blue, representing loyalty.

"Go on, I don't want to see you again as a cripple."

Donnie nodded, and then left the warehouse with Maggie's help.

Not long after, the sound of a car starting up could be heard outside.

Shaking his head, Rosen began to deal with the scene.

First, they confiscated the guns on the ground. These were all military supplies that could be used in the future, so they couldn't be wasted.

Brian dropped a .357 caliber revolver, a fairly common self-defense handgun, and it probably wasn't a police weapon, otherwise he wouldn't have dropped it so easily.

Vincent dropped a classic M1911 pistol, not a police gun. Police officers on mandatory leave should also have their guns turned in.

As for the two suspected Mafia members, they were using Uzi submachine guns equipped with extended magazines.

It's a pity they didn't use a Chicago typewriter (Thompson submachine gun, widely used by the Mafia during Prohibition in 1920), otherwise it would have been even more flavorful.

After confiscating the weapons, Rosen dug a large pit outside the warehouse and buried the three bodies.

Finally, the spent cartridge cases, bullets, and bloodstains in the warehouse need to be cleaned up.

After finishing all this, even with his Iron Man ace, Rosen felt covered in dust and extremely exhausted.

By this time, it was already dawn.

"It's strange. I worked for several hours at Svefa's yesterday and didn't feel tired at all. But today my back and waist are aching. I guess I really need to hire a few underlings to help me with this kind of physical labor!"

After brushing off the dust, Lawson was relieved to find that the bulletproof suit would restore its durability and clean its surface every day at midnight, saving him a lot of trouble.

After all, traditional suits can only be dry cleaned, which is very troublesome.

If you send it to the dry cleaners, there's a risk of something going wrong if there's blood on it.

After finishing the cleaning and making sure nothing was missed, Rosen walked away from the scene.

To prevent Vincent from hearing the car's noise, Rosen parked the Dodge Viper a kilometer away, so he still had to walk a distance.

"Let me see if the errand is finished."

[The demon police's mission is complete, processing...]

[The bonus condition that Maggie Piston and her baby are safe and sound has been met!]

[This mission received an S rating, granting 3 Underworld reputation and 5 card-flipping opportunities.]

He still managed to complete the task with an S rating, but the probability of getting an ace on 1-star difficulty is relatively low, otherwise Lawson wouldn't only have 4 aces in his hand.

[Win $5000 in cash!]

[Get adrenaline!]

[Win $1000 in cash!]

[Win $2000 in cash!]

Get a multi-functional voice recorder!

As expected, the 1-star difficulty task didn't give Lawson any ace items, but getting two items was still pretty lucky.

I took a look at the two props, and they both seem to be functional items.

[Adrenaline: Provides a temporary boost to athletic performance and can even restart a stopped heartbeat. You can hold a maximum of 3 adrenaline charges, which automatically replenish at midnight each day. I know what you're thinking of using it for, but it's best not to!]

What do you mean by that? How did you know without me even saying anything?

Lawson felt like he was being subtly insulted by his phone!

[Multi-functional voice recorder: Records or plays back audio 24/0, generating any audio format or media you want, with automatic repair at midnight every day. Record anytime, anywhere!]

In other words, this voice recorder can generate tape, CD, or MP3 files?

And it can record or play audio 24 hours a day?

That's quite convenient!

After tallying up his gains from the trip, Rosen drove back to his apartment to catch up on some sleep.

Lawson has been staying up until dawn these past two nights, which has disrupted his sleep schedule, and he needs to adjust it.

The following night, after waking up, Rosen went to the Sangevik Bar.

Last night, because of Donnie's errand, Rosen didn't go to see Sweefer, but he should go check on her today.

Otherwise, disappearing after a one-night stand would make him seem like a complete scumbag.

Entering the Sanjiviki bar, business was as good as usual.

Rosen was surprised to find Swifa at the bar again, so he went to ask the bartender, Tom.

Tom wore a particularly strange expression.

"Where is Ms. Svefa?"

"Uh, the boss wasn't feeling well after waking up yesterday, and he left the bar and hasn't come back yet."

According to Rosen's observation, Swifa was at the bar almost every day, and sometimes even stayed there. It was rare for her to be absent from the bar for two consecutive days.

Then, Rosen seemed to realize something, and his expression became very strange.

Oops! Could I have really broken this big Scandinavian vehicle?

"Tom, could you give me Ms. Svefar's number? I need to speak with her about something important."

Tom hesitated for a moment, but then saw Rosen take out another $100 bill.

"Mr. Rosen, this isn't about money!"

Then the $100 bill went from one bill to two, then three...

Tom decisively picked up a piece of paper and wrote down a string of numbers.

"Mr. Rosen, don't tell the boss that I was the one who gave you the number!"