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"Hollywood?" Nick paused, then said, "Poor Street is very close to Hollywood. It's about a 15-minute drive to the Hollywood Walk of Fame. Godfather, are you going to the Walk of Fame?"

As they spoke, Nick and the others showed excitement on their faces.

They already knew something about the Godfather's Kingdom Church. Was Godfather Wayne going to preach on the Walk of Fame?

It's true that some religious organizations often hold events on the Avenue of Stars to enhance their influence, and if that's the case, then they can also feel honored.

After all, if there were no other way, no one would want to be a street gang member for the rest of their life.

If they can go on missionary work as church members, this experience is also a kind of personal growth for them.

At the very least, it's an improvement in social status.

Wayne shook his head slightly and said:

"No, we're going to Beverly Hills."

As an independent town, Beverly Hills is surrounded by Los Angeles and adjacent to West Hollywood. It is a place where Hollywood stars and the wealthy live and spend their money, and is conventionally considered part of Hollywood.

Because of the large number of Hollywood stars and billionaires residing here, the property prices here are world-renowned, and it has even become one of the most famous and expensive residential areas in the world.

Upon hearing Wayne's words, Nick and the other gang leaders were taken aback, a look of fear and inferiority flashing in their eyes.

Nick frowned and said:

"Godfather Wayne, are you planning to go to Beverly Hills to preach? That's no easy task..."

"Beverly Hills is an independent city, not part of the City of Los Angeles. It has its own independent police department, the BHPD, and is not under the jurisdiction of the Los Angeles Police Department's LAPD..."

"That small town has over two hundred police officers who patrol day and night. Any organization that doesn't conform to their regulations will be driven away. Even homeless people can only pass through Beverly Hills and can't stay overnight; they'll be driven away by a special homeless outreach team..."

As Nick spoke, he seemed to recall some unpleasant experiences he had when he was homeless on the streets.

The police force in Beverly Hills is far greater than that in Los Angeles, and ranks among the top in California, with an annual police budget of $1 million.

Moreover, it not only patrols 24 hours a day, but is also equipped with police dogs and special police teams. The average response time for emergency calls is only 3 minutes, making it almost a place surrounded by police.

Nick's words made the other gang leaders present also show some fear.

Having lived in America for so long, they deeply understand their place in the world.

Gangs might be able to cause trouble among themselves and dominate in poor neighborhoods, but they'll naturally become timid in front of truly wealthy people.

Not to mention places like Hollywood and Beverly Hills.

This is the embodiment of the American Dream, the jewel of capitalism, like the torch atop the Statue of Liberty.

Deep down, everyone harbored a thought they dared not voice:

Do they even deserve it?

They were equally afraid when facing the police officers from Beverly Hills.

Wayne said calmly:

"No, Nick, we're not going to preach, we're going to get something... I have a house there."

As he spoke, Wayne pulled a six-pointed star pendant made of titanium alloy from his pocket and hung it around his neck.

Within the six-pointed star is a reverse swastika symbol.

This is the holy relic of the cult leader obtained from the so-called contemporary Riel Wori of the Riel Spirits organization.

According to Wally, the cult leader who was killed, the so-called "Spiritual Center" of the Riel Spirits organization was located in a mansion in Beverly Hills.

And the "holy remains" he mentioned are also there.

It's time to get our hands on that holy relic.

Otherwise, I always feel uneasy.

Upon hearing Wayne's words, Nick and the others were taken aback at first, then immediately overjoyed.

They suddenly remembered that Godfather Wayne had another identity: he was Jack Bonham from "Golden Childhood," a former Hollywood child star.

Owning a mansion in Hollywood is perfectly normal!

The feelings of inferiority they had about Beverly Hills vanished instantly, and everyone suddenly became confident, even proud.

The Godfather has a mansion in Beverly Hills, which means they also have a house in Beverly Hills!

"Godfather, can we...can we go to your house too?" Magna asked somewhat cautiously.

Because many of his teeth had been knocked out, he was still speaking with a slight lisp.

Wayne smiled slightly and said:

"Of course, Magna, my child, you are welcome to visit my house."

The street gang leaders from the poor neighborhood were immediately overjoyed, and their heads were raised high in an instant.

I felt that my social status and life value had been elevated in an instant.

American society objectifies people in every aspect; owning a house in Beverly Hills can essentially elevate one's subconscious social class status dramatically.

Nick took a deep breath and said:

"Godfather, please wait a moment, I'll go get the car."

With that, he turned and ran away.

"Mr. Wayne, I have a Tesla. Take my car; people in Hollywood love these."

Bernie, the leader of the Wood Gang of the Aryan Brotherhood, said this as he also ran off.

As gang leaders, they all had their own cars, and being able to serve Godfather Wayne was the greatest honor of all.

Soon, a Tesla and a Ford were driven up.

Wayne gave White a few instructions, then randomly chose a Tesla and got in. The rest of the group also climbed into the two cars.

The car started immediately and headed towards Beverly Hills.

Poor Street is located in the eastern part of downtown Los Angeles, while Beverly Hills is located in the western part of Los Angeles.

The straight-line distance between the two is only 14 kilometers, while the normal driving distance is 16 kilometers. It only takes about 20 minutes to drive there, and even during rush hour traffic jams, it takes only about 50 minutes.

Beverly Hills and Slums are basically a microcosm of the wealth gap in Los Angeles and even the whole of the United States. On one side is Slums, the most concentrated homeless slum in the country, and on the other side is Beverly Hills, where celebrities live in mansions.

Geographically, they are only a dozen kilometers apart, but in reality, they are two completely opposite worlds.

The scene changed abruptly just after leaving the poor streets and entering downtown Los Angeles.

Skyscrapers stand side by side, and lights twinkle at night. This place is no longer a dilapidated neighborhood covered in graffiti, but a brightly lit international metropolis.

And all of this may be just across the street.

As they approached Beverly Hills, the surrounding scenery changed once again.

Bright streetlights illuminate the entire town, and tall California palms stand straight along the sidewalks, their broad leaves casting dappled, swaying shadows on the ground.

The streets of Romeo are spotless, lined with luxury boutiques whose exquisite windows display opulent items, reflecting the bustling traffic on the street.

Sports cars and luxury cars frequently drove by, with celebrities wearing sunglasses sitting inside.

The whole street appears bustling yet restrained, as if the glamour and sophistication of Hollywood flowed everywhere.

"To be honest, this is my first time here... It's so beautiful..." Doug exclaimed as he drove. "This is my American dream."

Julian, the leader of the 18th Street gang, nodded, sighed, and said:

"That's right... The Godfather was also filmed here; it was my textbook for getting into the industry..."

Once upon a time, when he was young, he wanted to become a Mafia godfather like Corleone, the protagonist of "The Godfather," and become a real boss. But in the end, he could only be a small-time boss on the streets of the poor.

At this point, everyone nodded slightly, and looked at Wayne with some gratitude.

Fortunately, they met Godfather Wayne, a true godfather, who gave them a chance to turn over a new leaf.

After a while, the car had entered the flat area south of Sunset Boulevard in Beverly Hills. The road was lined with tall trees, and the surrounding houses were obscured by high walls and trees, making it almost impossible to see the houses from the street.

"Damn, have we stumbled into some kind of forest park?" Nick exclaimed in a low voice.

"It's the police!" Doug whispered.

The people in the car immediately and involuntarily shrank their necks and lowered their bodies.

Then, as if suddenly remembering something, he immediately sat up straight, his face slightly embarrassed.

The police density here is much higher than in poor neighborhoods; you'll encounter a police car every now and then as you walk along.

The presence of police officers patrolling the roadside made the gang members in the car instinctively want to hide.

Finally, the car stopped in front of the iron gate of a standard luxury mansion.

This is a detached villa with a yard.

Spanish colonial revival style architecture, red terracotta tiles, arches, courtyard, classic old Hollywood style.

Located in the flat area at the foot of Beverly Hills, this is a mainstream standard luxury residence. The most classic Beverly residences cost approximately $2500-1000 million, with a living area of ​​350-500 square meters and a land plot of approximately 1000 square meters.

A large lawn, swimming pool, private guest rooms, and a courtyard surrounded by high walls and greenery.

An impatient voice came from the security camera at the entrance:

"This is a private residence; you cannot enter without an invitation."

The gang leaders turned to look at Wayne, all of them appearing somewhat uneasy.

Wayne rolled down the car window, picked up the six-pointed star pendant, and waved it in the direction of the surveillance camera.

"Oh, sir, please wait a moment, I'll open the door for you right away!" The voice coming from the monitor suddenly became somewhat hurried and even ingratiating.

As they were talking, the iron gate of the courtyard opened automatically, and two cars immediately filed in and stopped in front of the villa.

The door of the villa in front of them suddenly opened, and a middle-aged man dressed as a butler rushed out, his eyes filled with disbelief as he stared at Wayne getting out of the car, especially at the pendant on his chest, his eyes practically popping out of their sockets.

Ignoring the men surrounding Wayne who were clearly gang members, the butler quickly asked:

"Sir, who exactly is this... Mr. Wally...?"

Wayne said calmly:

"Hilroy chose me, and the spirit of Riel belongs to me."

As soon as Wayne finished speaking, the butler's eyes widened in shock. A short siren sounded from the direction of the door, and two fully armed police officers stood there, glaring at Wayne and his group. They asked the butler:

"Sir, do you need our help?"

Their hands remained on the holsters at their waists.