America: Starting with the Last Liberty

Rosen hung up the phone with a faint smile on his face.

The Mockingbird is indeed a powerful trump card. As long as the opponent doesn't know you have this ability, you can use the information gap to deceive the enemy.

However, this ability cannot be abused. Once it is discovered that Rosen can imitate other people's voices, the effectiveness of this ability will be greatly reduced.

Rosen drove his Dodge Viper to the Long Beach pier, located south of Los Angeles. This is one of the world's largest ports, consistently ranking among the top ports in America in terms of throughput.

The port has always been a key territory contested by gang members because it requires a large number of people.

This did not change until port operations were fully mechanized.

Nevertheless, some top-tier organizations still control the port's workforce, such as the Mafia and the Irish mafia.

Upon arriving at their destination, Rosen didn't rush inside, knowing that Black Sonny must have prepared a big gift.

So Rosen pulled a business card out of his pocket, the one he had found in David Albert’s study, with the name Senior Agent Sean Arsen on it.

Finding a phone booth, Rosen dialed Sean Arthur's cell phone number.

"Hello, this is Sean Arthur. Who are you?"

The voice on the other end of the phone sounded tired; the senior agent was probably working overtime.

Right now, both county sheriffs and federal police in Los Angeles are probably working overtime.

"Hello, Mr. Arthur, you can call me the Joker."

Rosen once again unleashed his specially crafted deep, husky, metallic voice.

Sean's mind, which had been somewhat tired from working overtime, instantly cleared up. He immediately gestured to Jane Banner next to him to get a voice recorder, then turned on the hands-free function of his phone and started recording.

"Are you the clown from the 5.9 Pacific Standard Bank case?"

"Hehe, guess!"

Sean frowned slightly. He was 90% certain that the man who called himself the Joker was the same Joker from the Pacific Standard Bank job.

It's a pity the call came so suddenly, otherwise Sean would have asked his colleague to locate the other person.

Now we can only try to use conversation techniques to extract more information from the other party.

"Mr. Clown, what's the matter with you calling me?"

"Of course! I have two friends who have been kidnapped by the Mafia and are being held in a warehouse in Long Beach. I wonder if the Federal Police can help me rescue them?"

Sean immediately thought of the Joker's accomplices in the Pacific Standard Bank case.

Why were they arrested by the Mafia?

"Hehe! Mr. Arthur, you can ask them yourself after you rescue them."

Sean was not given another chance to ask questions before the call was abruptly ended.

Jane reached out and turned off the recorder, looking at Sean.

"Sir, that person just now..."

"There's no mistake, it must be that clown."

Sean's expression was very complicated. In the previous two weeks of investigation, the progress of the 5.9 Pacific Standard Bank case was very slow due to David Albert's lack of cooperation, so much so that he had to put the case aside and deal with Martin Jr.'s case first.

Unexpectedly, the Joker, a key figure in the Pacific Standard Bank case, suddenly called him at this time and even revealed the location of his accomplices.

Based on what happened at David Albert's house earlier, Sean began to suspect that the case might have some deep connection with the Mafia.

"Sir, should we go to that warehouse as he said?"

Jane felt that doing this was like being led by the nose by that mysterious clown.

"Jane, I understand what you mean, but if we don't do this, we won't have a single clue. The Standard Pacific Bank case was a near-perfect crime; we have no other choice!"

Sean had a vague premonition that even if he caught the Joker's accomplices, it would be difficult to find the Joker himself.

Jane fell silent; she knew Sean was telling the truth.

"Jane, immediately notify the operations department and have them send a team with me to the XXX warehouse in Long Beach. The Joker must be calling me because he can't handle the mafia inside!"

"Yes, sir!"

Jane walked quickly to the landline, while Sean picked up his coat and put it on.

"I absolutely cannot let this crucial lead slip by!"

Sean looked out the window at Los Santos, where the stars shone brightly.

Black Sonny sat listlessly on a tattered sofa, while Phil and Dennis were strapped back-to-back to chairs, their mouths gagged once again.

The other mafia members each found a corner to keep watch.

This situation is actually quite similar to the situation when Maggie Piston was kidnapped.

There's no way around it; the Mafia is just a criminal organization. You can't expect them to be disciplined like an army.

If that were the case, it wouldn't be the IRS arresting Al Capone, but the Mold.

"Why is it so slow?"

Half an hour has passed since David Albert called, and Black Sonny still hasn't seen the clown.

This prompted Black Sonny to take out his phone, hesitating whether to call David Albert to confirm, but he was worried that making the call would alert the Joker, so he didn't make a decision.

Another ten minutes or so passed, and just as Black Sonny was about to make up his mind to call David Albert, several things shattered the glass on the upper floor and flew in.

Black Sonny looked down and saw that it was a cylindrical object that could be held in one hand, much like the hand grenade commonly seen on TV.

Then, a bright light flashed, blinding everyone in the warehouse, including Phil and Dennis who were tied up.

The Black Sunny guys were stunned; this was clearly a flashbang.

Gang members would never be able to obtain tactical equipment like flashbangs.

At this moment, Black Sonny was thinking, "What have I done to deserve this?"

"SWAT, drop your weapons immediately!"

As the SWAT team stormed in and issued a warning, Black Sonny quickly dropped his weapon and lay down on the ground.

SWAT is no joke; it's a special police force dedicated to dealing with terrorists and violent crimes.

The violent crimes here aren't like those committed by Black Sonny, who carries a gun and can be handled by the Los Angeles police. Instead, they're the kind of super-criminals who wear full armor and carry AK-47s to rob banks.

(The 1997 Los Angeles bank robbery, which was broadcast live on television and defeated the Los Angeles Police Department, was later made into a movie.)

In the end, the SWAT team subdued six Bonanno family members, including Black Sonny, without firing a single shot.

Once the operation was confirmed to be safe, the commanding officer notified the people outside via walkie-talkie.

"Commander Arthur, the criminal has been apprehended and the hostages are safe."

"Understood, I'll be right in."

Sean hung up the walkie-talkie and prepared to take Jane into the warehouse.

At that moment, Sean suddenly felt a prying gaze, but when he looked around, he only saw the pitch-black night.

"Sir, what's wrong?"

"I think I just had a feeling someone was nearby... Oh well, let's go in!"