America: Starting with the Last Liberty

"Fuck! That piece of trash, Black Sonny, acted so tough in front of me, but it's been over a week and he still hasn't caught anyone!"

David Albert certainly knew what the suit and the clown meant; it was the most dangerous member of the Pacific Standard Bank quartet in his eyes.

Yes, David and his four friends had met, but Phil and Dennis, who seemed fierce, were not scary to him.

As long as David doesn't get cornered by these two guys in an alley in the middle of the night, he has plenty of ways to make their lives miserable.

But Rosen was different. David couldn't see through this young Asian man at all, which made him feel very dangerous.

As for Donnie, David felt at the time that he wasn't a threat and was just a lackey.

As a result, Black Sonny failed to catch the most dangerous one, which made David so angry that he just wanted to swear.

David can give the FBI a hard time because the FBI has to operate within rules and regulations and cannot use violence against him.

David could only be amiable when dealing with Black Sonny, because the Mafia didn't mind using violence within the rules.

But Rosen has far fewer rules binding him than the Mafia!

Thinking about this, David broke out in a cold sweat.

"No, I have to call the police immediately!"

So, three seconds after hanging up, David picked up the receiver again to dial 911.

This is an affluent area, and the police respond very quickly. As long as David can successfully call the police, they can protect him.

However, at this moment, David discovered that the phone had lost signal.

"Damn it! That bastard must have cut the phone line! My phone, where's my phone?"

In 2000, mobile phones were not yet a necessity in people's lives, so David did not carry a mobile phone with him at all times.

"I remember now, it's in the study!"

David didn't even bother to put on his slippers and went straight to the study on the second floor, almost tripping and falling on the way up.

However, the moment David entered the study, he regretted it.

Because the man wearing a clown mask and a handsome tailored suit was sitting in the study, holding David's phone in his hand.

"Mr. Albert, are you in such a hurry to see me?"

David felt his body go limp instantly, and a smile that looked worse than crying appeared on his face.

"Little clown, what brings you here?"

"Why did I come? Of course, it's because someone betrayed me and told others about our message."

Rosen's eyes were dangerous, sending chills down David's spine. He knew that if he said the wrong thing, he might be going to meet God sooner than expected.

"It was Black Sonny, Black Sonny from the Bonanno family, who threatened me! Look, he even broke one of my fingers!"

David showed his fingers, which were held in place by splints.

"Oh? So what did you tell him?"

"I... I just gave the dashcam footage from that day to Black Sonny."

David's eyes flickered; he didn't reveal much information, but a dashcam recording was enough.

Phil and Dennis were originally soldiers of the Bonanno family, and their distinctive features made it no wonder they were captured.

Rosen raised an eyebrow; this was his oversight, he hadn't expected David's car to have a dashcam.

Although dashcams are very common 20 years from now, they are still relatively rare in this era, so it is not surprising.

It can only be said that David is indeed cautious, and there is a reason why he has reached his current position.

"Mr. Albert, give me Black Sonny's contact information."

David was incredibly obedient; he immediately grabbed a pen and paper from the study, lay down on the floor, and began writing down Black Sonny's contact information.

Rosen, with his legs crossed, tapped the armrest of his chair with his fingers, pondering how to deal with David.

Although David shifted all the blame onto Black Sonny, Rosen didn't believe the guy was as good as he claimed.

This guy probably intended for the group of four to take the blame from the start, so he didn't remind them at all that the gold bars in the vault belonged to the Bonanno family.

"Mr. Joker, this is how Black Sonny contacts you."

"Very well, Mr. Albert. I am very pleased with your compliance, but unfortunately you have betrayed me in the end, so I must punish you. Now I will give you two options: biological death or social death?"

Biological death is clinical death, which is the end of life.

Social death refers to the breakdown of social relationships or the collapse of public image, making it impossible to survive in mainstream society.

Both of these options were unacceptable to David Albert.

"Mr. Joker, this really isn't my fault! It's all Black Sonny's fault..."

David tried to shift the blame further, but Rosen had already walked up to him and patted him on the shoulder.

"Mr. Albert, I don't really like forcing people to make choices. If you don't want to make a choice, I can help you choose."

Rosen's deep voice, like the whisper of a demon, made David tremble.

David was in a state of turmoil and could not make a decision for a long time.

Then Rosen said something else.

"Time is running out!"

"Wait! I choose! I choose! Social death, I choose social death!"

Social death would indeed cause David to lose everything he has now, but at least he will still be alive.

If biology dies, then all is truly over.

"The smart choice is to fabricate a loss for the bank, then collaborate with others to rob the bank, and finally tell the whole story of the bank's losses without hiding anything!"

Rosen took out Megan's DV camera and filmed all of David's incriminating evidence.

This evidence isn't enough to send David to jail, since the video, which was filmed under duress, can't be used as evidence.

However, once the senior management of Pacific Standard Bank sees this video, they will certainly conduct an in-depth investigation.

Some things are better left unchecked; once you do check, you're bound to find something.

Once this video is released, David will be out of a job in Los Angeles, and if he's lucky, he might even be able to leave California with his money.

However, Rosen thinks this guy will most likely be sued by Standard Pacific Bank and will spend the rest of his life in prison.

I wonder if the hungry prisoners in jail would be interested in this kind of old Assassin.

"Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Albert! May I borrow your phone for a moment? Hopefully, this little lesson will teach you a lesson. Oh, wait, you probably won't have a next chance! If I don't see you again, good morning, good afternoon, and good night."

David lay on the ground, weeping bitterly, knowing that his status as a member of the upper class was about to end completely.

Rosen, who caused all of this, has long since disappeared.

Standing outside David Albert’s mansion, Rosen used David’s phone to dial Black Sonny’s number.

"David Albert? What's up?"

When Rosen spoke again, his voice was exactly the same as David Albert's.

"Mr. Sonny, I have news about that clown!"