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Chapter 176 Good things should be shared with good friends (4K bonus chapter for monthly votes)

Svefa let out a deep sigh.

"Rosen, don't think I'm so great just because I have the nickname 'Valkyrie.' In reality, all assassins are just tools for the Continental Hotel. Even the title of 'Legendary Assassin' is just used to increase the price per unit!"

Rosen understands this principle.

Just like mobile phones are divided into standard version, Air version, Pro version, RroMa version, aren't all these models just to make more money?

Similarly, assassins are divided into many tiers, and each tier can command an additional premium.

Even titles like "legendary assassin" are actively promoted by mainland hotels.

On the one hand, it attracts more newcomers to the industry, creating competition; on the other hand, legendary assassins are somewhat like celebrities, generating a certain "GG effect" on their own.

"What about Walsh?"

"Walsh wasn't an assassin; he was a high-ranking executive at the Continental Hotel in Los Angeles, part of the management team."

"Got it! So you assassins are basically cattle and horses, the legendary assassin is at most a top salesman, while Walsh is the manager."

Although Rosen's analogy was very crude, Svefa still nodded in agreement.

"That's certainly a fair way to put it! After I retired, all I could do was open a small bar in America and make a little money by leveraging my past connections. But Walsh was able to use the power of the Continental Hotel to go from the underworld to the legitimate world. As far as I know, this guy was originally the head of an Irish gang. He laundered his money through the power of the Continental Hotel and became a Los Angeles city councilman."

Is that so?

It seems that being an assassin is actually quite difficult. No matter how hard a cow or horse tries, it's not as popular as being a manager.

Rosen had originally hoped to use Sweefa's connections to cut off Walsh's influence from the Continental Hotel, but that now seems impossible.

To bring down Walsh, the power of the legitimate authorities might still be needed.

"Lincy, let's figure out how to remove the locator from Eva first. We can deal with the rest later."

Svefa nodded.

"I know a decent black market doctor, but he definitely won't take Eva in her case. If Walsh finds out, his business will be finished."

"What should we do then?"

"The best solution is to find another location, transport the medical equipment there, and set up a temporary operating room so that Eva can have the tracking device removed from her body in the temporary operating room."

The meaning is very clear: it means we need to spend more money.

"Lincy, money is a small matter. Let's do it your way, but it has to be done quickly!"

Rosen has just taken out 40 assassins from the Continental Hotel, severely damaging Walsh's forces, but that doesn't mean Walsh won't continue to send assassins to hunt down Eva.

We need to remove the locator as soon as possible.

"As long as you can afford it, that black market doctor can be very fast."

Svefa went to contact the black market doctor, and Rosen also started his work.

Rosen first contacted Sean to find out the current situation at the department.

Keith Troy's appearance on Fox News yesterday means that the trap meticulously set by Deputy Director Emerson Stewart went unpunished.

All that time and manpower was wasted.

Then Sean mentioned something else: Director Gordon Cole already knew about Rosen's feat of taking on 40 people at once, and told Rosen to come to the FBI building to see him if he had time.

Rosen glanced at Eva; he also wanted to talk to Gordon Cole about Walsh.

"Sean, tell the director that I will definitely go to the FBI building this afternoon."

"I'll tell the director. If you come to the FBI building, you can also check out Dietrich Hassler; he's a bit of a tough guy."

"no problem!"

After hanging up on Sean, Rosen then called Megan.

"Megan, this is Rosen."

"Thank God! Rosen, you finally called back! I was so worried about you after you suddenly rushed out last night!"

Well, Megan didn't dare call him because she was worried that the ringing phone would disturb Luo Sou.

"Meghan, don't worry, I'm perfectly safe! But I have two favors to ask you!"

The first thing I did, naturally, was to ask for leave.

Rosen estimated that he would be very busy today and probably wouldn't have time to go to work at Fox TV.

The second thing is the investigation into the list of guests on Fox News that Sweefer just mentioned.

Based on Agent Beauty's third mission, Keith Troy's objective is to kill two people.

The first target is almost certainly Sean Arthur, and the second target might be among the guests on the Miss America pageant guest list.

Megan quickly agreed to Rosen's request and explained to him what Jane had discovered the previous night.

"A note? What's written on that note?"

"Death will blossom in freedom!"

Just as she finished speaking, Megan heard someone calling her name.

"Kelly, the director wants to see you."

"What? Oh! I see! Rosen, is there anything else? I'm hanging up now!"

"It's alright, just give me the guest list as soon as possible."

"Yes! I will! Love you, Rosen!"

"I love you too!"

After hanging up the phone, Megan, who had been worried all morning, smiled and walked quickly toward director Alva Davis's office.

I knocked on the office door.

"Come in!"

"Director, is there something you need?"

Davis was looking at some viewership data at the moment, because this year's Miss America competition had produced many promising talents, so the ratings and market share were rising steadily.

If it weren't for what happened last night, Davis would definitely be in a wonderful mood right now.

"Meghan, you're here! The hotel said the contestants are in pretty bad shape, and I'd like you to go and comfort them, since tonight is the third live broadcast."

When the cake exploded last night, most of the contestants were stunned by the blast and didn't react much.

Afterwards, the contestants became increasingly frightened, which then affected their training today.

If the contestants' condition cannot be adjusted, it will inevitably affect tonight's live broadcast, and may even lead to a live broadcast disaster.

This was something Davis wouldn't allow, which is why he sent Megan to appease him.

"Director, I'm going to the hotel right now!"

"There's one more thing. The station has already decided to cover up what happened last night, as if nothing ever happened. You need to warn the contestants not to mention this to anyone during the competition!"

Megan frowned at these words. Although she didn't know the exact details of the cake explosion, the fact that the FBI had sent an undercover agent into Fox News meant it must be a very serious case.

"Director, isn't this dangerous? What if something happens—"

Davis sighed.

"That's what I said too, but all the higher-ups are looking at is the commission fee. They absolutely won't allow anything to happen to such a lucrative program."

The Miss America pageant is now like a hen laying golden eggs, unable to stop under the influence of capital.

"Director, so we're just going to do nothing?"

"Don't worry, Megan, I've increased security! Starting today, no one without a work pass will be allowed into the hotel or the production crew's work area, and no gifts or packages will be allowed in."

Megan knew that increasing security was only a temporary solution; nothing would work unless the person who planted the bomb was caught.

If you're a thief for a thousand days, how can you guard against thieves for a thousand days?

But since Davis had already said that, Megan couldn't do anything about it.

I can only go to the hotel later to remind Zhen to be careful.

Inside the hotel, the contestants were indeed distracted and had no interest in training.

After two episodes, the number of contestants has actually decreased by half, and the remaining contestants should be nervously preparing for the evening's competition.

But now everyone is just whispering among themselves, discussing what happened last night.

No wonder Davis sent Megan over to comfort the beauties.

However, there seems to be one person who is quite special, and that is Eileen.

Eileen seemed completely oblivious to the cake explosion; her mind was filled with the image of Rosen taking off his non-prescription glasses and putting on sunglasses last night.

After hesitating for a long time, Eileen finally approached her new friend Audrey.

"Audrey, do you know the photographer who pulled you out of the cake explosion zone last night?"

"Yes, we know each other. What's up?"

Audrey answered Eileen without hesitation.

"Why didn't he come to work today?"

"Maybe it's his shift? I'm not sure. Eileen, why are you suddenly asking about him?"

Audrey looked up at Eileen and suddenly felt that the other's state was somewhat familiar.

Wait, isn't this exactly how I looked when I first met Lawson back in the summer?

This discovery brought a mischievous smile to Audrey's face. She leaned close to Eileen and said something meaningful.

"Eileen, have you taken a liking to him?"

Eileen's little secret was exposed, and she immediately panicked.

"You, you're talking nonsense! I, I just wanted to get to know him!"

"I understand! I understand! When I first met him, I also wanted to get to know him! Hehe!"

Audrey had noticed before that Eileen was a bit too naive, like a flower grown in a greenhouse, even more naive than herself, a girl from a small border town.

Well, the residents of the small town are not necessarily naive; they just have less experience.

Take Twin Peaks, where Audrey grew up, for example. It's an incredibly green town, and every resident there seems to have a green hat on their head.

So it's no wonder that Audrey's views on love were different from others; it was purely due to what she had seen and heard.

But Eileen panicked even more after hearing Audrey's words.

"What! Is he your boyfriend?"

"Not yet, but he'll definitely be my boyfriend someday!"

These words relieved Eileen, but then another question came to her mind.

"Audrey, you like him too?"

"Hmm! What's the problem? Don't you like it?"

Eileen's eyes flickered; to her, the word "like" was far too formal.

"I... I just wanted to get to know him."

"Then I'll introduce him to you!"

Audrey's words greatly surprised Eileen.

"Wait! Don't you like him? Why did you introduce him to me? Aren't you afraid—"

"So what? Good things should be shared with good friends!"

Eileen was stunned by these boundless words, but thankfully Megan appeared at that moment.

"Audrey, have you seen Jane?"

"Jane seems to have gone back to her room. I'll take you there! Eileen, let's talk again later!"

Audrey winked playfully at Eileen, but the latter was still reeling from Audrey's outburst.

Meanwhile, Rosen, unaware that he had been transformed into a good guy, had arrived at the FBI building and headed straight for the director's office.

The FBI field director's office was naturally much larger than Sean's, but when Rosen came in, he happened to see a strange middle-aged man talking to Gordon Cole.

"Cole, I still think we should take the initiative. We can't just passively wait for the terrorists to make their move!"

"Stuart, I'm thinking about this. You really don't need to rush."

"But----"

"Alright, Stuart! My guest has arrived. You can leave now!"

Emerson was about to speak when Cole gave him a very stern look.

This silenced Emerson, who left the office looking sullen, giving Rosen a final glare at him as he exited.

"Rosen, come and sit down!"

When Cole looked at Rosen, his expression changed again.

"Agent Rosen, come and sit down!"

After all, Rosen is now the FBI's top agent. What leader wouldn't like to have a highly capable subordinate?

Rosen sat across from Cole at his desk, and Cole warmly poured him a cup of black tea.

"I heard from Agent Arthur that you like to drink black tea, so I prepared a pot in advance."

Actually, Lawson doesn't like drinking black tea; he just can't drink Americano.

The FBI staff generally drink Americano because it's more energizing.

"Thanks."

"I've reviewed the detailed report regarding the Castro villa. Agent Rosen, is there anything else you'd like to add?"

Cole stared intently at Rosen, clearly having guessed that Rosen was hiding something.

That's not surprising. Ever since he started as an informant, Rosen has always been good at keeping his secrets. Neil has been tricked by Rosen several times.

Cole was naturally able to deduce things from the information he had.

Rosen gave a faint smile but did not answer Cole directly.

"Chief Cole, aren't you curious about how I dealt with those 40 assassins?"

"That's not important! I've said it many times, the process doesn't matter to me, only the result does. As long as you can solve the problem, I don't care how you solve it."

Cole is indeed a pragmatist, which is a good thing for Rosen, since his methods of handling cases often go too far.

If a more conservative leader were in charge, Lawson might not have had as much room to maneuver.

"Director Cole, what are your thoughts on the Continental Hotel and Congressman Walsh?"

Cole's expression changed instantly.

"Is the Castro villa incident related to Walsh?"

(Megyn Kelly)

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