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Chapter 388 The Saint Would Not Lie to Me (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Upon seeing the Messiah Coin notification, Wayne's eyes lit up, and he bent down to pick up a dark, muddy coin.

This coin was part of a copper helmet and had a layer of woven leather on its surface, which is apparently one of the reasons why it was able to escape those greedy white killers.

This was likely a treasure used by Native American shamans as the top of their helmets.

The highest-level Messiah Coin Wayne had ever obtained was only a silver coin.

At this moment, the gold coin possessed some kind of magical power.

[Messiah Gold Coin: An essential artifact for building the Golden Sanctuary, equivalent to 100 Messiah Coins or 10 Messiah Silver Coins]

Looking at the terms displayed on the panel, Wayne was equally excited.

This trip to the Native American reservation was worth it just for this Messiah coin alone.

Wayne then looked at the other copper coins on the ground.

After so many years of underground corrosion, the animal hides and sinews of these strung copper coin armors had long since rotted away, causing a large number of coins to fall off.

By this time, the puppy Wick had collected all the scattered coins and was squatting to the side, panting and wagging its tail as it presented the treasure to Wayne.

Wayne quickly picked out the two Messiah silver coins and a total of 25 Messiah coins, and carefully wiped the dirt off them.

The old shaman Barad quickly approached and devoutly wiped the grime off the coins for Wayne, saying gratefully, "Great Healer, would you like to take these coins away to remove the curse from the souls of those who died unjustly? Although I am only a shaman apprentice, I understand that this will consume a lot of your magic power. As a member of the Mukshott tribe, I am deeply grateful for this—"

What use would a powerful healer have for a few rusty, broken coins?

It was clearly intended to remove the curse from those who died unjustly, allowing their souls to be released from this cursed land and gain true freedom.

What kindness!

Wayne offered no explanation, calmly accepting the dozens of heavenly treasures that the old shaman Ballard had wiped clean, and putting them into his pocket.

In a sense, Ballard was not wrong.

He is indeed bringing peace to the wronged souls here.

Looking at the traces of corpses protruding from the earthen walls surrounding the basement, along with fragments of rotten leather and clothing, Wayne sighed and said, "It's time to put an end to this."

We need to dig this place out thoroughly; there might be other good things inside.

Moreover, according to the requirements of the side quest given by the system, in order to let those wronged souls rest in peace, their remains must be buried in the ground.

He then led his disciples back to the ground.

Kingsley and his Blood Tribe members all wore smirks, appearing rather uneasy.

"Sir, as you can see, these corpses are—they are people who died in the Indian boarding schools over the past hundred years, and have nothing to do with our Blood Tribe—"

Kingsley said to Wayne with a fawning expression, "Suppressing these Native Americans was a national policy established at the very beginning of the founding of the United States. Now, we don't even need to do anything; the Native Americans will gradually die out of their bloodline on their own."

Wayne ignored Kingsley and instead looked at the police officers from the tribal police station standing nearby, saying, "They've killed many girls from the reservation and desecrated their bodies. Gentlemen, are you just going to stand by and watch outsiders humiliate your sisters?"

Sheriff Ness paused, then said cautiously, "Godfather, I—I don't understand—you mean—"

Kingsley, standing nearby, was horrified and exclaimed, "Mr. Wayne! You can't do this! This will start a war between you and the Blood Tribe! They will avenge me, they definitely will!"

"And—and the Turner family, Mr. Burn Turner! I work for him, and if you kill me, he'll come after you!"

"I know many secrets, and I'm still useful! I know that Bourne Turner's brother, that Perry Turner, has—has a mine, right on their family land!"

"This place is beyond your imagination; I think you'll definitely be interested—"

The black-haired, black-eyed man in front of him completely ignored his words and instead made a gesture to the police officers from the reserve police station in front of him.

Sheriff Nez and the others finally understood Wayne's meaning. They quickly picked up the guns they had just dropped and aimed them at the Blood Tribe members in front of them.

The godfather had already made his intentions clear.

If they don't kill the Blood Tribe, they will die themselves.

Raphael, who had been observing coldly from the sidelines, now loudly reminded them, "The Godfather is merciful and has never wanted to kill. He can't bear to see cruel scenes. You absolutely mustn't shoot him in the head!"

Having followed Wayne for so long, he had gradually come to understand Wayne's habits.

It means that when killing someone, the body should be left intact, especially the head, as a sign of respect for life.

Upon hearing Raphael's words, Saul, Hugo, Marcus, and the others exchanged glances, all feeling a deep sense of crisis.

The Godfather had this habit?

How come they didn't know?

They were the ones who came first to teach their children!

Sheriff Nez and his men felt a chill run down their spines.

What do you mean you don't want to kill? Clearly, a headshot is the fastest and least painful way to kill someone.

It's clearly because this godfather is cruel and only enjoys torture and killing!

They had to comply since the other party had already said so; otherwise, wouldn't that be disrespecting the Godfather?

As Raphael spoke, Kingsley and the others showed expressions of despair, madness, anger, and resentment in their eyes.

The matter has been discussed to this point, and there is absolutely no way to take it back.

The members of the Blood Tribe exchanged glances, and Kingsley's eyes widened as he lunged at the gun they had thrown to the ground.

Seeing Kingsley and his men's actions, several corrupt police officers from the reservation police department immediately pulled the triggers.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

A series of gunshots rang out. At such close range, Kingsley and the others didn't even have time to touch their guns before they were all shot and fell to the ground.

Blood flowed freely as the members of the Blood Tribe struggled and groaned, curling up in agony before dying on the spot.

"Ah—ah!" The last remaining Olivia let out a shrill scream, unable to believe what she was seeing.

Seeing that Kingsley and the others were dead, Reservation Police Chief Nez looked at Wayne with relief and said, "Sir, we have killed these—these guys. Hopefully, you are—you are satisfied—"

Wayne sighed and said, "Sheriff Nez, how could you kill someone on the spot to silence them?"

Nez was taken aback, not understanding what Wayne meant, and explained, "Godfather, I was just following your orders—"

Before he could finish his sentence, Raphael had already drawn his pistol and shouted, "Murderer!"

A single shot pierced Nez's chest.

The next instant, the CJNG Delta Force, which had been on high alert, immediately pulled the trigger.

Amidst a hail of bullets, several corrupt police officers from the reservation police station were riddled with bullets!

Even until his death, Sheriff Ness wore a bewildered expression.

He was clearly following Wayne's orders, so why did the other party ultimately kill him as well?

This is truly—utterly unreasonable!

"Thump—"

With a muffled thud, Nez fell to the ground.

The old shaman Balad, standing to the side, spat at Nez with an angry expression.

The fact that the other party was clearly an Indigenous police officer from the reservation, yet chose to cooperate with white supremacists and harm his own people, is a disgrace to the Mukchott tribe.

He felt nothing but complete agreement and support for Wayne's actions.

In the reservations, if the laws and government were effective, so many Indigenous people would not have gone missing, and so many poor women and children would not have been tortured and killed.

The only way to protect the entire reservation is to fight violence with violence, evil with evil, and with the wrath of our ancestors!

Just then, the sound of a car engine came from outside, followed by the sound of footsteps.

Then two of Raphael's trusted men led Tatanka in.

At this moment, Tatanka's face was full of confusion and deep fear, not understanding what had happened.

Upon seeing Wayne, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Sir! They said you wanted to see me, but this—"

What exactly is going on?

How could there be so many armed men here? And those corpses on the ground—and old shaman Balad is here too—

At that moment, Olivia, who was slumped on the ground, also saw Tatanka. She scrambled to his side, grabbed his arm tightly, and cried, "Darling, darling, save me—save me—"

Wayne didn't speak, but simply stared quietly at Tatanka in front of him.

Raphael, standing to the side, looked at Tatanka coldly and said, "Indian, Godfather Wayne saved your life. Your fiancée is a member of the Blood Tribe, a white supremacist organization. They want to control your oil fields and the entire reservation. Now, it's all over—"

Upon hearing this, Tatanka trembled and abruptly turned to look at Olivia beside him, instantly feeling that his fiancée was an absolute stranger.

Suddenly, he thought of many of Olivia's quirks in her daily life, and if that was the case, many things could be explained instantly.

Olivia said in a trembling voice, "No, my dear, Tatanka, I was coerced. I—I love you deeply, I want to marry you—even if you don't want to, I will serve you forever and be your best companion—save me—save me—"

Tatanka looked at the woman before him, a hint of struggle in his eyes. He reached out and touched her face, shaking his head slightly as he said, "The saint wouldn't lie to me—"

As he spoke, he suddenly drew a dagger from his waist and plunged it into Olivia's heart before she could react!

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