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Chapter 210 Defendant Wayne (Seeking monthly votes)

As a potent opioid, fentanyl has an analgesic potency 50 times that of heroin and 100 times that of morphine.

Excessive fentanyl can rapidly suppress the central nervous system, causing respiratory arrest and cardiac depression.

Of the more than 10 drug overdose deaths in the United States each year, fentanyl and its derivatives are the leading cause.

Almost instantly after the drug was injected into Matteo's neck veins, he suddenly convulsed all over, arching his back like a shrimp.

His eyes held a final glimmer of consciousness tinged with utter despair.

In that instant, a memory flashed through his mind of the day he graduated from school in Mexico and joined the police force as a police officer when he was young.

Before the entire police station was wiped out by the Gulf Cartel drug cartel.

At the time, he was a naive young man who joined the local police department.

When he walked into the police station in his police uniform, his youthful face was greeted by his colleagues who stopped what they were doing and applauded him in welcome.

Young Carlos, Santiago, silver-haired Sebastian, Sanchez, Cruz, Rodriguez, oh, and that gentle policewoman Margarita, the just Chief Hernandez, and many others.

In the sun-drenched office, everyone stopped what they were doing, stood up, and applauded him with smiles on their faces.

welcome.

welcome.

A young policeman.

You will join a heroic cause and fight against drug traffickers.

You will become a hero who protects the people, and you will be sung by the people.

Come on!

Matteo's pupils dilated, his face filled with sorrow and guilt, and he was completely lifeless.

He turned into a cold corpse.

With a look of pity on his face, Wayne closed Matteo's eyes.

You have acquired the skill: Police Gear Wearing (Beginner)

Then it's Pepe.

You have acquired the skill: Live Skinning (Intermediate)

Looking at the two corpses before him, Raphael was filled with mixed emotions.

Just a few days ago, he was gripped by fear and despair because of Pepe's suppression.

They could even be assassinated at any time.

Now, the guy he hated to the extreme, along with his cronies, had all become cold corpses.

That's the power of Godfather Wayne.

Raphael is most grateful now that he met Wayne when he was imprisoned in King County Correctional Center.

"Godfather, as you instructed, the recording has been completed."

F

Raphael said, pressing the play button on his phone.

Pepe and Matteo's voices immediately rang out: "Mateo! You son of a bitch!"

"You're the bastard! You don't love her, you just treat her like a human doll—"

"Every time you abused her, she would cry to me, and I gave her the courage to live!"

"And you bastard, you actually killed her—Maria, my Maria—Oh God—Pepe, I'll kill you!"

The voice stopped abruptly, and Wayne nodded, saying, "Raphael, my son, you've done well. Congratulations, you're about to achieve great things and completely take control of CJNG's Seattle branch."

Raphael immediately knelt down again, bowed his head in prayer, and said devoutly, "All of this is your blessing, Godfather, God is with you."

With this recording, Pepe died at the hands of Matteo.

And he was the one who killed Matteo to avenge Pepe.

Wayne patted Raphael on the shoulder, stood up, and said, "Get this sorted out."

Then he took his dog Wick and left, returning to the roadside and getting into the car.

At this moment, Rhodes and his two companions, who had been on guard nearby, also quickly got into the car.

"Bro, is it easy?" Mike asked.

Wayne sighed and said, "Thank goodness—bro, let's go to this address."

As he spoke, he gave Mike an address.

Wayne showed no emotion at Pepe's death; on the contrary, the death of Matteo, the former undercover police officer, reminded him of many things.

Mike didn't ask what had happened in the room; he simply started the engine and drove Wayne into the night.

Wayne looked at his panel.

Leaf Planting (Intermediate)

[SM Training (Beginner)]

[Vehicle Driving (Beginner)]

Flamenco Guitar Playing (Advanced)

Guerrilla Warfare (Beginner)

【Human Body Cooking (Intermediate)】

[Date rape (intermediate)]

[Automatic Rifle Usage (Specialization)]

[Tactical Dagger Use (Advanced)]

[Police Equipment Wearing (Beginner)]

[Live Skinning (Intermediate)]

Today was a fantastic day.

Including the three [Automatic Rifle Usage (Specialization)] skills I found before, I picked up 14 skills in one go tonight.

Moreover, it contains many advanced and specialized skills.

Of course, there are also some side effects.

Dark skills such as "human cooking," "date rape," and "live skinning" are also accompanied by some bloody and brutal memory fragments.

This also had a significant impact on Wayne's mental state.

However, there are also many useful skills here, which are worth keeping.

Wayne pondered for a moment, deciding to keep the three skills: [Vehicle Driving], [Guerrilla Warfare], and [Flamenco Guitar Playing].

The remaining skills are sacrificed to upgrade them.

I sacrificed [Automatic Rifle Usage (Specialization)] to [Vehicle Driving (Beginner)] and obtained [Vehicle Driving (Specialization)].

After integrating the remaining miscellaneous skills, a final level sacrifice was made, all of which were dedicated to [Guerrilla Warfare (Beginner)].

I obtained a [Guerrilla Warfare (Specialization)].

Ultimately, the following skills were retained: [Vehicle Driving (Specialization)], [Guerrilla Warfare (Specialization)], and [Flamenco Guitar Playing (Advanced)].

The skill bar has become much smaller.

To Wayne's disappointment, he hadn't yet acquired any public speaking skills.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. Everyone has their own expertise, and these drug dealers' skills naturally mainly lie in the dark side.

Moreover, these skills are merely an appetizer compared to tonight's gains.

Just then, the Toyota arrived at a familiar neighborhood and stopped in front of a house.

This is the community controlled by the Seta Group, not far from Saints Street.

It was nighttime, and most of the community was asleep.

After all, in communities with poor security, people often choose not to go out at night.

Wayne nodded slightly.

Pepe is truly a cunning viper.

Instead of choosing those upscale communities like José did back then, he set up a hideout on the territory of the Zeta Group.

He got other drug gangs to provide him with security.

It can even be used to frame the other party in some situations.

The group got out of the car quietly and, under the cover of night, walked towards the house in front of them, arriving at the door.

This is a slightly dilapidated house. According to Pepe, he would often send his bodyguard captain, Augustus, to this house, as if he were living there.

Without David by his side, unlocking the door became a problem.

Fortunately, Pepe has already confessed everything.

Wayne casually picked up a flowerpot from the windowsill, revealing a somewhat rusty key.

Open the door.

Rhodes and his two companions went inside first, carrying pistols. After ensuring their safety, Wayne and Mike followed suit.

Judging from the layout, this is a typical room in a low-income community where migrant workers live.

Wayne walked up to the old refrigerator, pulled it open, and immediately saw it filled with cash wrapped in cling film and plastic bags.

A total of 300 million US dollars.

The remaining 200 million is in that villa from before.

Drug lords will never lack cash.

Looking at the cash in front of him, Mike was overjoyed and exclaimed, "Great, bro, I think our neighborhood can expand again—"

"Actually, I've always wanted to use the church's name to create an organization that combines medical care and food relief, to take in all 17,000 homeless people in Seattle, but that would be too expensive —"

Once an organization expands, it starts spending money like water.

While $3 million may seem like a lot, it's just a drop in the ocean when dealing with 17,000 people—less than 200 per person.

There wasn't a single piece.

Wayne patted Mike on the shoulder and said, "Go for it, Mike. I'll take care of the money. You just need to do what you want to do."

Mike looked at Wayne, his eyes gleaming with excitement, and said, "Bro, do you know what seventeen thousand people really means? If the Saints' Gang—no, if the Church of Evangelical Witness really has seventeen thousand people, and they all follow your guidance, then we could even influence the entire city of Seattle—"

No, we'll even influence the Washington state legislature elections!

"We will become an extremely powerful force!"

"Of course, we will encounter strong resistance in this process —"

The total number of registered voters in Washington state is just over 500 million, King County, where Seattle is located, has just over 140 million registered voters, and Seattle itself has around 50 registered voters.

As a Democratic stronghold and a staunchly blue state, Washington State is generally blue, with about 60% of registered voters leaning towards the Democratic Party, while in Seattle, this figure is 80%.

However, elections in the United States have never been just presidential elections.

Local councilors also wield enormous power.

Church members are often the first to be won over, since they are more likely to follow the guidance of pastors or church elders than ordinary individual voters.

Wayne smiled slightly and said, "Go ahead, Brother Mike. In my name, I will bear all the difficulties and risks."

"Now, let's take these banknotes with us."

Just then, Wayne's phone suddenly vibrated.

It was David calling.

Wayne pressed the answer button, and David's urgent voice rang out: "Wayne, you fucking TikTok! And that damn X! Those bitches, they're smearing you!"

As he spoke, he sent several links to Wayne.

Wayne immediately clicked the first link, and a video was instantly opened.

This is a Seattle-based independent media outlet on TikTok.

The image shows a white girl with light blonde hair, her face streaked with tears, seemingly a female college student, crying and pleading into the camera: "Friends, my name is Angela. You might not believe what happened, but I was sexually assaulted by a well-known street psychic—"

"I went into his tent, and he made me take off my clothes. Then he touched my whole body. I was terrified and didn't dare to resist at all."