America: Starting with the Last Liberty

May 28, 11 p.m., parking lot at the top of Mount San Antonio.

Mount San Antonio is the highest peak in the Los Angeles area, attracting a large number of tourists every day, but today it is particularly lively.

Countless luxury cars and sports cars appeared in this parking lot, and a large number of young men and women were having fun there.

The deafening music, the bonfires on the ground, and the car horns—to use a Dongda idiom to describe it, it was a chaotic scene of demons dancing wildly.

Not everyone can adapt to this environment. For example, someone might hear that there will be big news here tonight and come here hoping to make a big splash.

This person is, of course, a blonde news anchor who loves to follow the news.

"Xiao Fu, are you sure there's some big news here? I feel like this is more like a boring raucous party."

Megan frowned as she looked at the scene in the parking lot. She had seen many people using contraband, a behavior that disgusted her.

However, Franklin, who was standing next to him and had a natural camouflage in the night, patted his chest and was very certain.

"It's true, an underground car race will start at 12 o'clock!"

"Here?"

Megan looked at Franklin in surprise.

Mount San Antonio is 3000 meters high, and although this parking lot is not at the top, the risks of competing here are still enormous.

An underground racing competition held in this venue is definitely big news.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner? I would have called Mike too!"

"Megan, let's not go! Mike's too old for that kind of excitement! Actually, the reason I didn't tell anyone is because I also signed up for this underground racing competition. You won't tell anyone, will you?"

Franklin looked at Megan nervously; if this were to be exposed, he would likely lose his job.

But Megan clearly doesn't care whether underground racing is illegal; she's more interested in creating a big news story.

"Of course not! Can I sit in the passenger seat and experience the game?"

"Uh, the race does allow one person in the passenger seat, but this race is really dangerous. Are you sure you want to participate?"

"The media industry is inherently a dangerous profession. If I were afraid of danger, I wouldn't have entered it! Tell me everything you know, I'm about to start recording!"

To get the news in time, Megan brought a DV camera, ready to record the entire match from beginning to end.

"Meghan, don't forget to blur my face!"

"Got it! Hurry up, I don't have many batteries with me, and I don't want to miss any crucial moments."

"All I know is that this competition was organized by some big shot in the underworld, and there were 16 contestants in total, including me. The route of the competition was from this parking lot to the foot of the mountain."

"Xiao Fu, don't you know who the organizer is?"

"It's best not to inquire about such things; I want to live a few more years!"

Franklin, born in the slums, was not as naive as Megan, who came from a privileged background. He knew that people in the underworld wouldn't reason with them like the Los Angeles police.

In fact, Megan had already learned her lesson from Vincent, proving that even the media industry has to bow down to violence.

Just as Megan was interviewing Franklin, a series of sports cars drove into the parking lot, led by a flashy Porsche 911.

"Meghan, they've arrived!"

A handsome young man with black hair stepped out of a Porsche 911, followed by several expressionless men in black. They were clearly not ordinary people.

(Porsche 911 GT1)

"Xiao Fu, who is he?"

"Don't ask! If it's none of your business, don't ask. This is for your own good!"

Franklin was unusually serious, so Megan had no choice but to stop filming and focus on other things.

At that moment, a purple Dodge Viper SRT-10 stopped in front of Megan, and she saw a handsome young Asian man and a tall, voluptuous Scandinavian woman get out of the car.

"Huh, it's you?"

Rosen recognized Megan at first glance; after all, Charlize Theron's face was truly unforgettable.

Megan looked at Rosen with some surprise. She felt that Rosen looked familiar, but she didn't recognize him.

The last time Rosen stopped Megan's car in North Los Angeles, he was disguised and looked several years older than he does now.

"Who are you?"

Seeing Megan's questioning look, Rosen immediately realized he had almost given himself away, and he quickly changed his story.

"You must be Megan Kelly! I love your show and I'm a big fan!"

Megan's eyes grew increasingly suspicious; she felt like she'd heard those words somewhere before.

Fortunately, Svepha came over and saved Rosen at that moment.

"Rosen, who are you talking to?"

Svefa clung to Rosen's arm, securing it with her magnificent bio-armor.

Since passengers were allowed to join the underground racing competition, Swifa insisted that Rosen take her along.

Rosen initially wanted to refuse, citing the extreme danger of the race, but Svefa claimed that the dangers she faced before retiring were far greater than an underground car race, and then demonstrated her gun-handling skills.

Rosen was surprised to find that the beautiful female boss was better at handling guns than he was.

Yes, it's the real gun, nothing more.

So Rosen decided to bring Swiffa along to participate in this underground racing competition, hoping she could be a helper.

Megan looked at Svetlana's greatness and compared it to her own figure, and suddenly felt a sense of inferiority.

Well, Megan is a stunning beauty, but her figure is only average, while Swifar's figure is absolutely gorgeous. The difference between the two is huge.

"Ahem! It's nothing, just ran into someone I know! Lindsay, have you seen Dominic?"

"You mean Toledo? Isn't he over there?"

Dominic happened to see Rosen walking this way as well.

"Hey Rosen, you're way too late! Come over here, let me introduce you to some people!"

Dominic was also with a beautiful white woman, his girlfriend Letty Ortiz.

Rosen didn't see Mia and wondered if she hadn't come.

However, Dominic was clearly surprised when he saw Swifa next to Rosen.

"Ms. Svepha, what are you doing here?"

"Shouldn't I have come to such a grand event?"

Dominic's suspicious gaze shifted between Rosen and Svefa, but it was Svefa who spoke up and dispelled his doubts.

"Actually, I am Rosen's patron."

Dominic understood then.

A skilled driver may not be able to afford a nice car, while a wealthy person may own a nice car but lack driving skills.

Therefore, some poor drivers accept sponsorship from wealthy people, which is not uncommon in the underworld.

However, the relationship between Rosen and Sweefa is somewhat ambiguous.

Fortunately, Dominic didn't think much of it, probably because he felt there was too much of a difference in status between Rosen and Sweefa.

"Come on, Rosen, I've introduced you to some people!"