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Chapter 151 Good Self-Management Skills (4K Chapters - Bonus Chapter for Monthly Tickets)

While Billy was attending a Castro gang meeting, Rosen was fast asleep in his apartment.

Perhaps because there were too many things going on these past two days, Rosen didn't sleep very well.

My dreams are filled with all sorts of random and nonsensical things.

Fortunately, no green octopus head or strange man in a yellow robe appeared.

Otherwise, there could be big trouble.

But as he was sleeping, Rosen suddenly had a strange feeling, as if he had fallen into a dangerous cave and felt a pressure on his face.

The fact that Spider Ace did not issue a warning indicates that there was no immediate danger to his life.

However, Rosen was eventually forced to wake up due to a strong feeling of suffocation, and then he saw what was the thing that had been pressing down on him.

"Daisy, what are you doing? Ouch!"

"You're finally awake! Blake and I were betting on how long you could hold it in!"

Daisy looked at Rosen with a grin, completely unaware of how dangerous her prank had just been.

With those two heavy burdens pressing down on his face, Rosen almost suffocated.

Enraged, Rosen grabbed Daisy and began refining her, but Daisy, being punished, just chuckled.

Blake, busy down below, was unaffected by Rosen and Daisy, focusing intently on the maintenance work.

Rosen exhaled and looked out the window, realizing it was already dusk when the sun was setting.

The light must be around 5 p.m.

"Are you out of school?"

"Hmm! Blake and I didn't want to eat at the restaurant, so we thought we'd borrow your kitchen and cook something ourselves. When we came back, we found you fast asleep. So Blake and I made a bet to see who could wake you up!"

"So who won?"

"Of course I won!"

Daisy's expression was unmistakably smug, which made the busy Blake roll his eyes and lift his hair.

It has to be said that Blake's maintenance work is very skilled, which makes Rosen grit his teeth and sigh repeatedly.

"What kind of reward do you get for winning the bet?"

Just as Daisy blinked and was about to speak, Blake suddenly spat out and stood up to cover Daisy's mouth.

"You're not allowed to tell!"

"Ptooey! Fine, I won't talk, but Blake, don't cover my mouth with your hand that just grabbed me! It still has your saliva on it!"

These words made Blake blush, but she still gritted her teeth and continued to smear the liquid on Daisy's face.

The two started playfully fighting around Rosen. Blake and Daisy were dressed rather scantily in the apartment, so the scene became very white for a moment.

Daisy didn't actually use any force, otherwise even two Blacks tied together wouldn't be a match for her.

Moreover, Black was very familiar with Daisy and knew her weaknesses, so he managed to suppress the naturally powerful female Thor by tickling her.

Rosen's eyes lit up. He hadn't expected Daisy to be ticklish. What a great weakness!

"Alright, alright, stop fooling around! I'm hungry, is there anything to eat?"

Lawson only ate breakfast today and then went to sleep; now his stomach is growling with hunger.

While Blake was listening to Rosen, Daisy seized the opportunity to push Blake toward Rosen.

"We've already bought groceries, and with what's in the fridge, it should be enough for the three of us. I'm going to cook now. Rosen, you'd better get my revenge!"

After saying that, Daisy quickly went downstairs.

Blake, meanwhile, blushed more and more in Rosen's arms, because she had already experienced the true power of puva.

"Blake, is Daisy a good cook?"

"Yes! Daisy's mother passed away a long time ago. She grew up with her father and started learning to cook at a very young age."

Rosen really didn't expect that Daisy, a woman with superhuman strength, would be a cooking expert; it was quite a contrast.

However, Daisy has quite a few contrasting aspects.

She dresses very sexily, but behaves quite conservatively.

She looks like a delicate woman, but she is actually incredibly strong. She can bench press 150 kg and deadlift 280 kg.

Even Lawson couldn't do this level of skill; calling her a female strongwoman wouldn't be an exaggeration.

Blake's body grew softer and softer in his arms. Rosen checked on Pussy and then whispered a question in Blake's ear.

"Blake, how about we do some pre-meal exercise?"

There was no reply. By this time, Blake was too weak to speak and could only let Rosen do as he pleased.

Daisy was busy in the kitchen downstairs, and the sounds of cooking couldn't drown out the activity upstairs.

By the time dinner was ready, Blake had completely collapsed and could only be carried downstairs by Rosen.

"Hehe! Rosen, give Blake to me quickly, I'll take care of her! You should eat dinner first, you'll have energy to exercise!"

Rosen could feel Blake in his arms using the last of his strength to resist Daisy.

"No! Rosen, don't hand me over to Daisy!"

"Blake, that won't do! This is your punishment for losing the bet with me! Hehe, don't be afraid, Mommy Daisy will take good care of you!"

Daisy easily picked up Blake and then sat down in a chair to start playing a feeding game.

As Rosen ate, he watched Daisy's ingenious actions with astonishment.

"Rosen, help me! Ugh—"

Blake struggled and cried out to Rosen for help.

But Rosen hadn't seen enough yet, so he could only apologize to Blake.

"Sorry, I don't have the strength right now. I'll avenge you as soon as I finish dinner!"

(Blake struggling in pain)

Daisy's tyranny lasted for half an hour, until Rosen, having eaten and drunk his fill, finally couldn't take it anymore and stood up.

"Daisy, your behavior has gone too far. It seems I have no choice but to control you!"

As he spoke, Rosen reached out and grabbed Daisy with a righteous expression.

Daisy did not resist, and even deliberately looked at Rosen with a provocative gaze.

"Come on! You think I'm afraid of you?"

Daisy particularly enjoys provoking Rosen beforehand, and then often cries terribly afterward.

Especially this time, Blake, who had just been bullied by Daisy, also began to aid and abet evil—no, it should be said that he abandoned darkness and embraced light.

Daisy suffered an unprecedented defeat and frantically unleashed water-style ninjutsu, causing a significant amount of water to accumulate in the restaurant.

This dinner was quite unusual; Lawson didn't remember Daisy's cooking at all, only that it was damp and soggy.

Once Blake and Daisy were both fast asleep, Rosen, now in a state of post-coital reflection, sat in the dark living room and began to organize his thoughts.

You can also take a look at the spy pen that Brian placed there to see if you find anything.

Rosen opened the app on his phone and connected to the spy pen.

Brian placed the three spy pens in Frank's living room, master bedroom, and study.

The placement is quite good.

Rosen watched the video at eight times the speed and found that Frank went home and went to sleep until evening, when he went out.

They didn't do anything else at all.

Eva had a lot to do after she got home, changing her clothes over and over again. The clothes were quite white, no, quite big.

After watching for a while, Rosen turned off the spy screen and began to think about his job.

The job of Breaking Bad is actually very simple: as long as John Byrne is found, Adams will definitely cooperate with F.

BI.

The problem lies in John Byrne's current location; it may be necessary to find him through the Castro gang.

As for the job of being an undercover agent, it's a bit complicated. Finding moles in both the LAPD and the FBI is definitely not a small task.

Another thing is Eva's identity; Rosen is somewhat concerned about this woman's background.

It wasn't because Eva had a great figure, but because Frank's attitude towards her was a bit strange.

It is clear from the video that Frank treated Eva very badly, both verbally and physically.

However, Rosen could see deep apprehension in Frank's expression, indicating that Frank knew Eva's identity and that she was not easy to deal with.

I just don't know why Frank still married Eva. Is there some other secret behind it?

After thinking for a while, Rosen suddenly received a call from Jane.

"Honey, are you coming home for dinner tonight?"

"I have something to do right now, I might be back a little late. Jane, you found something so quickly?"

"Not yet. It's Commander Arthur who decided to make the deal with Frank Castro. It's scheduled to take place at midnight tomorrow."

"Didn't Frank know that Adams Byrne had been arrested by the FBI?"

"They probably don't know. This hasn't been reported in the newspapers yet. Sean has already spoken to the LAPD, and they won't tell anyone about it."

Rosen stroked his chin. If Frank didn't know Adams was in the hands of the FBI, this deal would indeed be possible, and they might even be able to catch Frank.

"Where is the location?"

Frank said he would tell Adams the location an hour before the deal was made.

"This is to prevent us from preparing in advance!"

"This is a complete waste of time. Knowing the location, even just one hour is enough for the FBI to prepare!"

"Jane, don't be so confident! What if Frank says he wants to change the location ten minutes before the deal? Wouldn't all our preparations be for nothing?"

Jane was startled; she really hadn't expected this.

"That makes sense! Rosen, so what should we do?"

"Preparation is still necessary, but there's no need to lay in ambush in advance. Instead, we should deploy mobile forces around potential transaction locations to provide immediate support."

"Rosen, I understand! I will pass your suggestion on to the officer."

After saying that, Jane quickly hung up the phone.

Immediately afterwards, Brian also called.

"Rosen, did you find anything with the spy pen?"

"No, Frank Castro went straight out the door after waking up today and hasn't returned yet."

"Then I'll have nothing to do?"

Is it wrong to have nothing to do?

Rosen suddenly realized that Brian really had the makings of a chosen worker; even though he had just solved a big case, he immediately wanted to get back to work.

These kinds of cattle and horses—no, I mean working people—are really rare.

Is this what they call good self-management skills?

"Brian, if you have nothing to do, you could investigate Frank Castro's arrangements at the LAPD."

"An undercover agent. I just received intelligence that this guy sent five young men into police academy ten years ago."

"Wow! Is this for real?"

Even though these words came from Rosen's mouth, Brian still found it unbelievable.

One corrupt cop is bad enough, but there are five, and they were all sent to the police academy by gang leaders.

Perhaps only a screenwriter could come up with such an outrageous premise.

"The intelligence should be accurate. You can investigate the police academy files from back then and narrow down the scope of your investigation."

"Rosen, I'll talk to my boss. Fuck! If this gets out, it'll cause a huge uproar!"

Brian hung up the phone, looking worried.

After thinking for a moment, Rosen muttered to himself.

"Perhaps we should add some insurance."

As he spoke, Rosen pulled out the information he had previously obtained from Swifa, which contained Billy Costigan's contact information.

After finding the phone number, Rosen dialed it immediately.

Who is it?

It was easy to tell from Billy's tone that he was in a terrible mood, and some suggestive music could be faintly heard on the phone.

Is this guy just looking for fun?

"Mr. Kostignan, I'm the owner of that repair shop from last time, do you remember me?"

"A repair shop? Oh, it's you! What can I do for you?"

Billy's tone softened slightly, though it was still somewhat unfriendly.

"Yes, I contacted Mr. Mike as you suggested, and he agreed to let me postpone the payment of the fees for a month. I am very grateful and want to express my thanks to you in person."

"No need, I was just helping out casually."

"No, no, no, I must thank him in person! Mr. Kostigan, you should know that for people like us from the bottom of society, just one failure could mean utter ruin!"

These words touched Billy deeply. His family had been destroyed because his father died in a gang war, and his mother had raised him with great difficulty, but eventually died young because she couldn't afford medical treatment.

If someone had offered a helping hand back then, even if it was just to support Billy until he came of age, things would have been much better.

"Okay, I'm at the Milk Club. Come on over if you want."

After hanging up the phone, Rosen's expression immediately turned strange.

The Milk Club isn't a place to buy milk; it's a famous strip club in Long Beach.

Because of its large and eye-catching neon sign, it is quite famous in Boracay and is loved by gang members and sailors.

It was only after several visits that Rosen began to have some impression of the club.

If I remember correctly, this club was founded by Patrick Grealish, the head of the New Irishmen.

Well, Patrick has been more focused on business in recent years and has rarely been involved in the underworld struggles. The New Irishman's territory is also the least troublesome place.

After getting dressed, Rosen glanced at Blake and Daisy.

They found the two of them fast asleep, embracing each other, completely unaffected by the two phone calls Rosen had just made.

Rosen kissed them both on the cheek and was about to leave when he heard Daisy mutter something.

"I was wrong, but I'll do it again next time!"

Shaking his head, Rosen prepared to give Daisy some tougher treatment next time.

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