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Chapter 197 Mr. Wayne, ICE Supervisor (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

If foster parents abuse or even attempt to kill their adopted children, and these foster parents have been arrested or even committed suicide out of fear of punishment, then can the biological parents take their children back?

The answer is no.

The child will be returned to the child protection agency and enter a transfer period.

The child's parents, on the other hand, need to undergo compliance review by child protection agencies to determine whether they can provide a safe, healthy, and happy environment for the child's growth.

In particular, whether they have a stable income and a house, and whether they have time to spend with their children.

According to Washington state regulations, and indeed most states in the United States, leaving a child under the age of 10 alone at home for more than one hour during the day or at any time at night is considered a serious violation of the law.

They will be directly convicted of "child neglect," and once someone reports it, such as a neighbor, the state child protection department will definitely investigate.

Once the facts are verified, the consequences include fines, probation, or even the complete stripping of the parents' guardianship rights, forcing the child into a transfer period to await auction by a foster family.

As for your statement that your parents have to work and don't have time to take care of the children?

Otherwise, ask relatives or neighbors to look after the child, or send the child to daycare or after-school programs.

You're saying you can't find anyone to help you and you don't have any money?

I'm sorry, this means you are unable to raise the child, and the child will be transferred to another organization on the spot.

Therefore, according to Washington state regulations, it is currently illegal and against the rules for Rod to bring the two children home directly.

Inside the tent, Andrew and another obese Latino man wearing glasses sat in front of Wayne.

Andrew was explaining all this to Wayne with a big smile on his face.

Andrew's forehead was covered in sweat.

Ever since Wayne and his men sneaked into his home and threatened him with a gun, he has neither dared nor wanted to see this killing god again.

Not to mention that Rhodes is now standing there menacingly with a gun in his hand.

However, since that's the rule, he still needs to complete the process as soon as possible.

Otherwise, if he managed to take the two children away, he would definitely be shot dead by these street thugs.

When Andrew walked down this street just now, he was so scared by the menacing-looking homeless men that he almost peed his pants. All he wanted to do was get out of there as soon as possible.

Just go through the motions quickly.

However, his superior, Louis, was completely oblivious to this. Instead, he scrutinized the tent's furnishings with a critical eye, frowning as he said to Rhodes, "Mr. Rhodes, is this your work environment? It's truly—impressive."

"As an auditor for the child protection services, I have the right to review your work, and it appears that your job is not stable."

"Although you reported a monthly salary of $5000, the actual situation remains to be seen."

"Also, are you sure your job requires you to be fully armed and carrying a gun on the street all day?"

As he spoke, the reviewer, Louis, scribbled on the form in his hand, assigning scores to Rod.

He then looked at Wayne with a scrutinizing expression and slowly said, "And this gentleman—Mr. Wayne, while your profession as a medium is legal, judging from the circumstances of your work environment—it seems your medium work is not enough to pay Mr. Rhodes $5000 a month—"

"That's suspicious—you know, if the child's parents are engaged in illegal or criminal activities, we also can't let the child go back to their biological parents. All of this is for the better protection of the child—"

"Not to mention, your act of taking the two children back directly is completely illegal and violates regulations. According to Washington State's child protection regulations, you could even sentence Mr. Rhodes directly."

Therefore, my review result was a rejection.

Wayne and Rhodes remained expressionless.

Andrew, standing to the side, closed his eyes in pain, then suddenly opened them, forcing a bright smile, and said to Wayne and Rhodes, "Mr. Wayne, Mr. Rhodes, please rest assured, I will explain the situation to Mr. Lewis now—because former Seattle City Councilman Danny Foster is involved, the higher-ups are paying more attention to the two children."

"Mr. Louis is a specialist from our King County Child Protective Services Regional Office, so he came in person to review the case, but there are some things he's not entirely familiar with—"

Andrew's biggest regret now is not explaining the seriousness of the problem to his boss beforehand, and now it seems a bit too late.

Louis frowned and said, "I have fully reviewed the relevant files. America is a paradise for children, the country that values ​​children's rights most in the world. We must be responsible for the future of our children, and this is also being responsible for America!"

"Andrew, do you know that I was born in Peru? My childhood was filled with suffering. It wasn't until I became a U.S. citizen that I understood how to protect children and what kind of childhood children should have!"

"So, I must take both children home today, or I will ask the police to intervene."

Before he could finish speaking, a cheerful voice came from outside the tent: "Mr. Wayne! Your application has been approved. I'm here to deliver your credentials, as well as those of Mr. Rhodes, Mr. Jet, and Ms. Taylor!"

It's Kevin's voice.

Wayne raised an eyebrow.

It's quite lively today.

People come and go, and there's a lot going on.

He said in a deep voice, "Come in."

Louis, the child protection officer standing nearby, frowned and said, "We're talking about children, children are more important than anything else, Mr. Rhodes, and your employer, Mr. Wayne. I hope you can respect that—"

Just then, the tent flap was suddenly flung open, and Kevin, wearing a uniform with the word "ICEPOLICE" on it, walked in with a beaming smile, holding several documents and materials in his hand.

Upon seeing the person in the tent, he was taken aback and said, "Mr. Wayne, do you have a guest?"

Wayne said calmly, "It's alright. Mr. Andrew and Mr. Louis are officials from the King County Child Protective Services Regional Office. They're here to verify whether Rhodes is qualified to raise his biological children."

"By the way, this Mr. Luis is a first-generation immigrant from Peru, and he has already risen to the position of commissioner. He is truly admirable."

In just a few words, Kevin had a basic understanding of what was going on. As a redneck, he had always deeply resented this kind of blatantly liberal regime.

Upon hearing the words "first-generation immigrants," Kevin's eyes lit up with excitement as he looked at Louis.

Louis instinctively shrank back the moment he saw Kevin. Now, under Kevin's gaze, he felt even smaller, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes.

He turned to Wayne and asked, "Mr. Wayne, what—what's going on? Why would ICE agents be in your—workplace?"

Wayne ignored him, but Kevin, beaming, handed over one ID and another to Rhodes, grinning as he said to Louis, "Mr. Wayne has joined our ICE Seattle field office. He's now a special advisor, honorary director, and has the authority to form an extradition enforcement team—"

"This Mr. Rhodes has also joined ICE and is now a full-fledged ICE agent, ready to arrest suspects who harbor illegal immigrants at any time."

Rod calmly accepted the law enforcement credentials and badge, and immediately pinned the badge to his chest.

He then instantly pulled back the bolt of his automatic rifle, looking at Child Protection Commissioner Louis with a hostile expression.

Clearly, he strongly suspected that Louis was a suspect in harboring illegal immigrants.

Louis's face turned deathly pale. He shuddered, adjusted his glasses, and brought the documents in his hand to his eyes, quickly saying, "Mr. Rhodes, I—I—I have reviewed your documents again and found that your qualifications are excellent and you meet the requirements for raising a child—"

"Furthermore, now that you've officially joined ICE and have a stable, high-paying job, your qualifications are practically perfect—"

Moreover, I have always had great respect for ICE, an organization that protects—protects America—and its employees.

"I believe you can take your child back, and no one can stop you. I completely agree!"

As he spoke, he quickly pulled out a pen, scribbled his signature on several application forms, and handed the documents to Rod, his face beaming with the brightest smile he could muster. He said, "Mr. Rod, I wish you and your family a happy life! There are still some procedures to follow, but I will handle them perfectly for you, so please rest assured!"

He then turned to Wayne, a sheepish smile on his face, and said, "Manager Wayne, I'm so sorry to have bothered you. I see you have work to do, so I'll take my leave now."

As he spoke, he stood up, smiled, nodded to Wayne, and then greeted Rhodes and Kevin. He left Andrew in the tent, backed away from the tent, and started running at full speed.

He had clearly heard some rumors about ICE and was afraid that he, a first-generation immigrant, would be arrested on the spot by the three evil ICE agents present.

After all, he did have some relatives from Peru who had arrived illegally.

For immigrants, ICE agents can stop a baby from crying at night.

This sudden turn of events left Andrew dumbfounded, and he quickly called out, "Commissioner Louis, wait for me!"

He then quickly greeted Wayne and the others, and ran out of the tent to catch up with Louis.

Looking at the documents in his hand that represented his ability to legally reunite with his children, Rod felt a little dazed.

This is the power of ICE agents.

Especially when the other party is an immigrant.

Moreover, in addition to this certificate, he will also have a high salary and a signing bonus of $50,000.

This will greatly improve his family life.

Of course, all of this was brought to him by Mr. Wayne.

Everything comes from the blessings of the saints.

Meanwhile, watching Louis's departing figure, Kevin sniffed, grinned, and said, "I bet this damn child protection commissioner has relatives among illegal immigrants, and he's protecting them—"

"Washington, a blue state, is so corrupt that they've allowed someone like this to become a government official—"

"Of course, this kind of status is actually an advantage in blue states, since sometimes they would rather allocate hundreds of millions of dollars to an empty immigration agency than give a single dollar to a starving white person."

After criticizing the Democratic Party's previous extreme policies, Kevin looked at Wayne and said, "Manager Wayne, congratulations on your successful onboarding. Manager Hunter asked me to tell you that you can now assemble your own deportation squad—"

As he spoke, Kevin seemed to have thought of something and couldn't help but sigh, "Sigh—"

Wayne smiled slightly and said, "Kevin, my son, you've worked hard. You seem to have something on your mind?"

Upon hearing Wayne's words, Kevin's face fell: "Mr. Wayne, you may not know this, but due to the internal corruption and betrayal of Lucas and Nick, the entire ICE Seattle field office has been affected—"

"Of course, this is all under the premise that, with your help, external influences are minimized and the problem is resolved internally—"

"Furthermore, the St. Paul field office in Minnesota is doing very well, arresting a large number of illegal immigrants and achieving outstanding results, which only makes our situation look worse."

"I heard that this year's bonuses will be cut quite a bit, and the guys are all feeling helpless—we all desperately need to make some contributions."

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