I'm building Gundams in America

Chapter 199 Rifle Saint, Godfather Wayne (Seeking monthly votes)

Since taking office, the current president has made drug control a key achievement of his administration.

Or rather, it's a means of controlling the entire Americas.

The most important aspect of this is the suppression of CJNG, Mexico's largest drug lord and warlord.

The U.S. government has placed a $1500 million bounty on Al Menjo, the leader of the CJNG.

Even the president personally intervened on several occasions.

It can be said that, in the current environment, the CJNG is the Mexican criminal organization that the president is most concerned about, not to mention its connection with illegal immigrants.

CJNG itself is involved in human trafficking.

Hunter swallowed hard, his voice trembling slightly. He took a deep breath and quickly said, "Mr. Wayne, you may not be familiar enough with the capabilities of ICE. It's my fault for not giving you a proper introduction."

"The U.S. ICE is a paramilitary organization. Many of the agents we recruit are veterans who have served in the military for many years, as well as a large number of elite marksmen who are used to carrying guns. Moreover, everyone who joins ICE will undergo tactical training."

"As for our weaponry, in addition to the standard SIG Sauer P320C pistol that uses 9mm ammunition, we also have an M4..."

And AR-15 automatic rifles, and 9mm submachine guns.

"In terms of protective gear, all of us are equipped with 3A-level bulletproof vests and bulletproof plates, as well as tactical helmets. For vehicles, we have armored vehicles that can be equipped with long-range weapon stations, which are basically fucking heavy machine guns and grenade launchers!"

"Moreover, we have extremely high authority within the government, and if needed, we can even acquire tanks and armed helicopters."

"You have absolutely no doubt that on this paradise of America, we can handle all illegal immigrants!"

If we could take down an illegal immigrant gang in CJNG, that would be a major achievement.

As for whether it will steal credit from the DEA or something, arresting illegal immigrants isn't like I'm on a drug bust. It's not like I'm imprisoning the DEA.

What's wrong?

Hearing Hunter's words, Wayne nodded and continued, "Alright, Director Hunter, I'm relieved to hear that. The warriors of the United States cannot be sacrificed needlessly. However, I have one more request."

Hunter quickly replied, "Please feel free to ask!"

Any request is acceptable as long as this branch of CJNG can be shut down and those illegal immigrants can be eliminated.

"I'm going to join this mission myself. We'll move out tonight." Wayne's voice was calm but left no room for argument.

Hunter was taken aback and didn't know what to say for a moment, falling into a brief silence.

Although he had already experienced Wayne's prowess firsthand, it was all based on Wayne's identity as a medium and a saint.

In his mind, Wayne was more like a powerless clergyman. What was he going to do at the scene?

Then Wayne continued, "If you don't agree, I can't provide any clues. The warriors of the United States are fighting to the death, and I must stand with them and bless them on the spot."

Upon hearing this, both Hunter on the other end of the phone and Kevin in the tent were filled with awe.

Hunter said in a deep voice, "Mr. Wayne, you are a true patriot! Since you insist on going to the front lines to make arrests, please come to the field office immediately. I will equip you with the necessary gear!"

Wayne nodded and said, "Okay, Manager Hunter, see you later."

As they were talking, he hung up the phone and said to Kevin, "Let's go."

Kevin exclaimed in astonishment, "You—you really want to participate in the arrest yourself?"

Rhodes, standing to the side, frowned and said, "Sir, this is far too dangerous. It would be better if you stayed behind and oversaw things."

Wayne looked at Kevin and Rhodes with a compassionate expression and said, "All beings suffer. I will bless not only the warriors of the United States, but also those who died in battle."

Seeing Wayne's determination, Kevin didn't say anything more. He lifted the tent flap and ran to the side of the street to drive off.

Wayne led Rhodes out of the tent and said, "Jett, Taylor."

Jet and Taylor, who were on guard duty nearby, immediately ran over with their guns drawn and saluted Wayne, saying, "Sir."

Wayne handed them their identification and badges, smiling as he said, "Congratulations, Commander Jet and Commander Taylor."

Upon receiving the identification and badge, Jett and Taylor exchanged a glance, their expressions shifting from shock to elation and overwhelming emotion.

"Oh God—thank you, sir. If it weren't for you, I would never have had this chance—waaaah—"

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Jett said in a trembling voice, holding his ID.

Taylor, standing to the side, was silently shedding tears.

From then on, they were officially ICE agents, and they started receiving government funding.

The roar of a car engine filled the air as an unmarked SUV pulled up in front of them.

Wayne patted Jett and Taylor on the shoulder and said, "Let's go, let's get to work."

He then gave a few instructions to Old Will and David, and got into the car.

The little dog Wick wagged its tail and followed Wayne into the car, lying down at his feet.

Rhodes and his two companions immediately got into the SUV, which sped off southwards. After some time, they arrived at the ICE Seattle field office.

This time, the group was familiar with the process, and with their inside identities, they quickly passed through security and access control.

Inside the office area, Hunter, the head of the arrest operations department, was anxiously waiting with dozens of agents.

The Arrest Operations Division is the largest division in ICE's Seattle Field Office, with nearly 400 non-civilian agents.

Of these, 120 IEA law enforcement agents were directly involved in the field arrests, divided into 10 teams of 10-15 people each.

There is also an SRT (Special Response Tactical Team) with a SWAT-level configuration, consisting of 20 people.

There were approximately 50 field law enforcement agents present at the time, divided into four teams, which was already quite a large number.

That's almost half of the entire arrest operation's force.

Upon seeing Wayne arrive, Hunter quickly stepped forward and said, "Manager Wayne, the other teams are all on missions, so I urgently recalled the first, third, fifth, and seventh teams. I'm wondering if that's enough?"

"It's a pity that SRT went to carry out a special operation, otherwise, taking them along would have increased our chances of success."

Wayne glanced at everyone present, nodded, and said, "That's enough."

He immediately became serious, lowered his voice, and briefly informed Hunter about the situation of the CJNG Seattle branch that he had obtained from Raphael.

Hunter initially thought they were just petty thieves from CJNG, ordinary street drug dealers, smugglers, and the like.

When Hunter learned that the leader, Pepe, was a core member of CJNG and a distant cousin of Al Menjo's wife, his breathing became rapid.

I became incredibly excited.

It's related to Al Menjo!

If we can capture Pepe alive, we might get clues about Al Menjo, which would definitely give us a big boost at headquarters, and we might even appear in the White House's internal reports.

No wonder Wayne said he would take action tonight.

It seems the other party has likely just received the news as well.

As for the source of the clues, Hunter did not ask Wayne for details.

This is also an unwritten rule in the American military and police forces.

The same principle applies internally within ICE.

Any agent can have their own informants. ICE can verify the authenticity of information, but cannot inquire about the informant's specific details.

This is also to protect informants and increase the motivation of agents.

Soon, the verification results came from the intelligence support center.

The upscale villa that Wayne provided was indeed recently rented by two Latino men at a high price.

Moreover, there have been many takeout orders at this address recently, and the amount of food far exceeds what two people can eat.

There are at least 15 to 20 people!

The two men rented a villa at a high price, where 15-20 people were hiding.

Even a fool would find something wrong with this situation.

He's either an illegal immigrant or a damn gangster.

This is America.

Being furtive and secretive inevitably leads to crime.

Without hesitation, Hunter immediately assigned tasks to the four arrest teams present.

Upon learning that Wayne, the consultant and director, would also be involved in the operation, the agents present were both excited and felt incredibly safe.

After completing the tactical arrangements, the group of ICE agents immediately went to the equipment room to retrieve their gear.

Hunter frowned slightly, looked at Wayne, and said with concern, "Manager Wayne, since you insist on participating in this mission, please make sure you change into your tactical gear—"

"Don't worry, it doesn't matter if you don't know how to use a gun. You can stay with me and command from the command vehicle."

Wayne smiled slightly and said, "Then I'll have to trouble Manager Hunter."

Kevin then led them to the equipment room to collect firearms, ammunition, and body armor.

ICE is currently the department in the entire United States that pays the most generously, with the most generous salaries and bonuses. Its daily training and tasks are also very thorough.

These ICE agents who support MAGA are not just all talk.

They were truly daring to fire; they were truly well-trained.

After all, many of them were veterans who were already without a place to live.

Once the operation began, everyone moved extremely quickly.

Twenty minutes later, fifty ICE field agents had assembled in the parking lot.

Black combat uniform, body armor, bulletproof plates, assault rifle, submachine gun, pistol, tactical helmet.

There are also baklava hats and face masks to cover the face.

This is a major operation.

Just then, the elevator doors opened again, and footsteps approached. Everyone turned to look, and their expressions froze.

A black-haired, black-eyed man, dressed in full tactical gear, carrying an assault rifle and a standard-issue pistol tucked into his waistband, emerged from the elevator, surrounded by three agents.

Beneath the close-fitting combat suit, one could see the man's muscles, resembling those of an ancient Greek sculpture, possessing explosive power.

This is a figure that embodies both strength and beauty.

Combined with her angular face, it exudes a captivating, almost violent, aesthetic.

The newcomer glanced at everyone present, put on a mask, and said in a deep voice, "Let's go."

It was only then that everyone suddenly realized who this newly appeared agent was.

This is—Mr. Wayne!?

Rifle Saint!?

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