I'm building Gundams in America

Chapter 205 Memories of the Alhambra (Seeking monthly votes)

"Sir, please trust CJNG's reputation. I am speaking on behalf of Menjo—"

Pepe was still rambling on and on, but after hearing Wayne's words, she could hardly believe her ears.

They actually let him go?

We just let him go so easily?

This must be someone playing a trick on him!

Seeing the other person's appearance, Peipei became somewhat disbelieving.

He had always known that American police were particularly fond of sting operations.

The person had "ICEPOLICE" stickers on their body, which suggests that ICE agents are also a type of police officer.

Can't go wrong.

After all, he himself had this hobby; when torturing and killing the families of rival gang members, he liked to let the other party run away first.

After the children had run far away, he would aim and fire.

However, the kids only know how to run in a straight line, so hunting them isn't as interesting as hunting wild boars.

He took a deep breath and said sincerely, "Sir, I'm telling the truth. You may not know my capabilities, but if we can establish a long-term partnership, my company will give you one million US dollars every year—no, every month!"

"There are a fucking 50 million people in the entire United States who are chronically addicted to drugs, and this monthly figure is the official count!"

"If you count the number of drug users in a year, that's a fucking 7300 million! This is the biggest fucking drug market on the planet!"

"Moreover, the United States has 350 million people, which is still a blue ocean market worth exploring."

"This is countless dollars! You can have a share if you want! Sir, aren't you tempted?"

Wayne walked to the sofa and sat down, calmly brandishing the muzzle of his gun, and said, "I've already said you can leave, immediately. Maybe I'll change my mind in the next second."

Only then did Peipei finally begin to believe that what the person in front of her was actually true.

He can really leave now.

"Sir, thank you for your kindness! I will contact you! You will receive the reward you deserve—"

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He continued to try to be friendly to the other person while immediately walking towards the door.

The masked ICE agent sitting on the sofa said calmly, "There are people watching the door. Jump out the window."

Without hesitation, Pepe immediately went to the window, climbed out, and then jumped down onto the grass below.

This was on the second floor, and the grass was soft, so apart from a slight sprain in his ankle, he wasn't seriously injured.

After landing, Peipei turned and ran towards the low wall in the backyard of the villa.

The ICE agents have already left, and the backyard is unguarded.

He could escape by going through the bushes in the villa's yard and climbing over the wall.

Matteo then hesitantly asked Wayne, "Sir, may I—may I leave too?"

Wayne nodded and said, "Of course."

Matteo, feeling as if he had been granted a pardon, ran to the window, turned and took a deep look at Maria's body, then climbed out the window and jumped down as well.

It was a cloudy night, pitch black outside. Pepe and Matteo climbed over the wall and then ran wildly down the street.

Seeing that the two had already left, Wayne dialed a number at random.

The other party answered almost instantly, and Raphael's voice rang out immediately: "Godfather Wayne."

He had been waiting for a long time.

Wayne said calmly, "The piranhas have left the pond."

He then hung up the phone.

Looking at the dilapidated bedroom, Wayne casually fired a few shots at the walls and the bed.

He then got up and went to the door of the room, where he closed the eyes of the two corpses.

You have acquired the skill: Automatic Rifle Use (Specialization)

You have acquired the skill: Dagger Use (Advanced)

He then left the room and strolled down the corridor, occasionally firing a few shots to create the illusion that a battle was taking place inside the villa.

A few minutes later, the sirens of ambulances and the roar of engines could be heard outside.

In the distance, another ICE armored vehicle could be seen approaching, followed by three SUVs without license plates.

Clearly, the reinforcements that Hunter called for have arrived.

It should be the STR Special Response Tactics Squad.

There were also police cars following behind.

The fierce battle between ICE and CJNG even involved grenade launchers and heavy machine guns, creating such a commotion that it was bound to alert the local police.

There will inevitably be another argument.

Wayne had returned to the bedroom and plopped down on the sofa. Holding a gun in one hand, he turned on his communicator and said in a low voice, "Chief Hunter, I've cleared the entire building. No bombs found. Brothers, you can come in now. Over."

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Hunter's voice rang out in surprise, almost tearful: "My God! There were gunshots going on in the mansion the whole time, and then it suddenly stopped. I thought—"

"All units, proceed to the target building immediately and support the saints!"

The two were speaking entirely on public channels.

Before Hunter could even give the order, the group of ICE agents who had been waiting and observing from the sidelines rushed forward as soon as Wayne finished speaking.

Upon seeing Rhodes and his two companions on guard on the first floor, the agents were initially taken aback, but then immediately headed for the second floor.

They originally thought that Wayne had formed a tactical squad with Rhodes and two others, which was why they were so successful.

It now appears that Manager Wayne went up to the second floor all by himself!

Kevin, holding his automatic rifle, charged ahead, leading a group of agents as they ran upstairs.

Soon, they saw corpses, and pools of corpses.

Some of the non-veteran agents vomited on the spot.

"Safety!"

"Safety!"

"Safety!"

Agents formed tactical formations and searched the rooms they passed.

Just as Wayne had said, all the enemies had been eliminated.

Suddenly, a poignant guitar melody rang out from the ruins of the villa.

It is the famous Spanish classical guitar piece, "Recuerdos de la Alhambra".

In 1896, Francisco Tarrega traveled to the Alhambra Palace in Granada, Spain.

These are the ruins of an Islamic palace left by the Moors.

Gazing at the ruins at dusk, Tarrega was moved by the rise and fall of civilizations and the passage of time, and composed this piece.

A gust of wind blew across the sky, and layers of dark clouds drifted to both sides, revealing the moon hidden behind the clouds.

The moonlight instantly enveloped the building riddled with holes, even shining through the bullet holes.

A group of ICE agents walked through the shattered moonlight, guns at their sides, their boots making hollow sounds on the wooden floor. As they listened to the melodious music, they slowed their pace.

Who's playing the guitar?

There are still enemies?

Kevin had already led the team to the master bedroom at the end of the corridor. He gestured to his teammates behind him, and the group rushed into the room at the same time.

Then they witnessed a scene they would never forget.

The room was riddled with bullet holes and shell casings, and filled with the smell of gunpowder.

Most of the furniture was damaged.

Several gruesome corpses lay on the ground, their bodies covered in blood.

An automatic rifle leans against a broken single sofa.

A masked man sat there, holding a guitar in his hand.

A small dog lay at his feet.

Moonlight streamed into the room through the window, enveloping him in its glow.

He emanated a holy and gentle light.

The gentle music flowed from the strings of his fingertips like a babbling brook.

It flows into the entire building, into the night.

Corpse, bullet holes, blood, guitar, hunting dog, rifle, moonlight.

There are also saints.

The scene before me was like an oil painting, serene yet poignant.

More and more ICE agents entered the master bedroom, lowered their guns, and looked at the man playing the piano in front of them, feeling an endless sense of comfort.

It was as if I had broken free from the battles and struggles of the mundane world and truly experienced a spiritual purification.

None of that matters anymore.

Only the saints before us.

Kevin sighed, tears welling in his eyes, and said in a trembling voice, "This is—what kindness and compassion—"

"God—thank you—for letting me meet a true saint—"

As he spoke, Kevin raised his hands to his chest in a prayer-like gesture and slowly knelt down.

Behind him, a group of ICE agents knelt down in prayer, their faces filled with devotion.

They all knelt down in front of Wayne.

Your golden title of Saint has been upgraded (19% + 1%).

Your battle pet, the Wilderness Hound, has been upgraded to Level 1 (90% + 30%).

Your battle pet, the Wilderness Hound (Level 1), has evolved into the Jungle War Dog (Level 2, 20%).

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