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The person who got out of the car was Alfred, the steward of the Riel Spirits organization.

He was holding several sets of clothes, a large roll of plastic sheeting, a bag of hydrogen peroxide, and cleaning agents.

These clothes were prepared for the gang's henchmen, and as for the roll of plastic sheeting, he had no idea what it was for.

However, after witnessing the miracles performed by Wayne, Alfred's loyalty to Wayne now surpasses even his loyalty to his former leader, Wally.

They concluded that Wayne was a being who possessed higher-level, higher-dimensional energy, and that he was the one chosen by Shiroin.

Therefore, one could say that they obeyed Wayne's words unconditionally.

"Very well, Alfred, leave your things here and you can go back."

Wayne clapped his hands, looked at Nick and the others, and said:

"Children, put on your new clothes."

Nick and the others were taken aback at first, then quickly took the clothes from Alfred, looked for bags with their names on them, and began to change.

When the bags containing the suits were opened, everyone gasped in amazement.

"Amazing!"

Even street gang leaders have never worn such high-end suits.

They fit their bodies perfectly and were all made of high-quality fabrics that felt comfortable to the touch.

The gang leaders couldn't wait to put on the clothes, their faces full of excitement, and they would take out their phones to take selfies every now and then.

Soon, all eight of them had changed their clothes and looked much more handsome.

Just by looking at his outfit, he's clearly a high-class person.

Some of them even resemble Hollywood professionals.

After changing into these clothes, everyone seemed to be controlled by the clothes, and their movements became somewhat restrained.

"Godfather, are we attending some important event tonight?" Nick tugged at the hem of his suit jacket and asked in a deep voice.

Wayne smiled slightly and said:

"Of course, before you enter the entertainment industry, we need to smooth things over for you, to meet producers and agents and the like."

"Tell everyone to take their weapons and prepare to set off."

Upon hearing this, Nick and the others' eyes lit up with excitement.

The group of godsons, dressed in suits, immediately got into the car, started the engine, and headed towards Hollywood, following Wayne's directions.

Inside the car, Doug concealed the pistol in his pocket and whispered to the others:

"I know, like in 'The Godfather,' Godfather Wayne is going to send some bastard a horse's head."

In the movie "The Godfather", Johnny Fontane, the godson of the Godfather Corleone, is a singer and actor who desperately needs to play the lead role in a war blockbuster to make a comeback. However, Hollywood mogul and film producer Jack Waltz, who has the power to cast actors, firmly refuses to let Johnny play the role because of personal grudges.

In an attempt to force the producer to comply, the Corleone family quietly breached the mansion's security, killed his prized horse, cut off its head, and placed it in the producer's bed.

When the producer woke up the next day and saw the horse's head, he broke down on the spot, realizing that the Corleone family could easily kill him, and finally gave in.

As gang members making a living on the streets of Los Angeles' poorest neighborhoods, Nick and his gang were no naive men.

He naturally understood that what Wayne meant by getting them to make a movie wasn't so simple.

After all, how could ordinary people like them, with no experience or background, possibly get into any big productions?

Do they really think Hollywood is some kind of charity?

Even Wayne himself, who was originally a washed-up child star, why did he leave Hollywood for Seattle and become a street saint among homeless people?

There are countless old and new grudges involved.

Wayne Godfather clearly had a purpose in recruiting this group of people.

There is no love or hate without a reason in this world.

Nick and the others had already figured this out.

Or rather, if they couldn't even understand this simple thing, they would have died in the streets long ago.

Even after they figured it out, they were even more excited about it.

After witnessing the miracles performed by Wayne, they willingly became tools in Wayne's hands.

Even making a Godfather's knife is considered lucky for them; countless people would be eager to do such a thing...

Inside the car, several gang leaders were checking their guns, removing magazines to inspect the bullets, and then reloading them.

Prepare for battle.

Soon, the two cars returned to Beverly Hills.

This time, instead of stopping in the villa area of ​​Ping District, they drove towards the mountainside.

This is the Trosdale Estates area on the northern slope of Beverly Hills.

This villa area is built on a plateau on a mountain ridge and is the heart of California's medieval-modern architecture. It has strict height restrictions and most of the buildings are single-story, large-scale single-level houses.

From here, you can overlook the Los Angeles Basin and the Pacific Ocean. Elvis Presley once lived here.

Night had fallen, and looking down from the car, the entire city of Los Angeles was brightly lit, a scene of bustling prosperity.

Soon, the two cars stopped a few dozen meters away from a detached villa surrounded by trees.

The group got out of the car and walked forward, chatting and laughing.

Just then, a patrol car slowly passed by. Upon seeing the group of people dressed in suits and ties in luxurious attire, the police car smiled and nodded in greeting before smoothly driving away.

"Damn it... I didn't expect the clothes to have this effect..." Julian cursed under his breath.

Just by wearing expensive clothes, their image in the eyes of the police was completely changed.

He went from being a wary outsider gang member to a prestigious figure in the Hollywood film industry.

Once the police car was out of sight, the relaxed chatter of the group instantly turned serious. They looked around warily and quickly headed towards the villa.

Upon reaching the tightly closed iron gate, the group all lowered their bodies and hid in the blind spots of the surveillance cameras.

Only Wayne stepped forward and rang the doorbell.

A languid voice, clearly from drinking, came from the intercom; it was the manager, Aaron's, voice:

"Oh, dear fucking Wayne, you've come..."

"Victor, my friend, I won. Now you owe me 10 dollars. I told you little Wayne would come; he wouldn't dare not come..."

"Come on, Wayne, you're all grown up now, it's time for you to do some adult things... Everyone's waiting for you..."

With a "beep," the iron gate opened to both sides, completely opening.

Wayne walked in calmly.

Behind him, the iron gate slowly closed.

Just as the gate was about to close, with only a person's width remaining, a metal rod suddenly jammed between the iron gates. The disciples quickly rushed into the courtyard through the gap, the metal rod was then removed, and the iron gate closed again.

The people who entered the courtyard lowered their bodies and scattered to different places, following Wayne forward.

As members of street gangs, they often engage in vendettas and thefts, and they are practically born with the skills to do so.

The building in the courtyard in front of us is a large, white, single-level apartment with a modern style and an interior area of ​​at least five or six hundred square meters.

Including the yard, it's over a thousand square meters.

There is a beautiful swimming pool in the front yard.

It appears luxurious and modern.

The entire building will cost at least 20 million US dollars.

Several sports cars were parked in the garage next door.

This is enough to show that his former agent, Aaron, is doing very well.

The main building in front of him had its doors wide open, and the interior was brightly lit. Wayne stepped inside.

A burst of noise and the smell of cigars hit me.

The noise stopped abruptly when Wayne arrived.

Several men were sitting on the sofa in the living room.

Besides agent Aaron and producer Victor, there are three other people.

They were a middle-aged man with slightly graying hair in a ponytail, a man with a beard and eyeshadow, and a bald, overweight man in a suit and tie who looked cultured and refined.

All five of them turned to look at Wayne.

The moment they saw Wayne, everyone's expressions were different, but they all had the same look in their eyes as if they were looking at prey.

Aaron wore a smug expression, clearly pleased with Wayne's initiative to come.

With a bright smile on his face, he said loudly:

"Oh, look who's here, our beloved Jack, little Wayne..."

"How about it, friends? I told you long ago, our little Wayne is now the damn reincarnation of Jesus Christ. Yes, that's the sense of holiness, it's just too perfect..."

As he spoke, he stood up, holding a glass of whiskey in his hand, and said to Wayne:

"Come on, damn it, Jack, let me introduce you to the guys here. They're all your fans."

As she spoke, she pointed at the man with a beard and eyeshadow:

"This is Mr. Joshua of Zion Financial Corporation. Our film investment comes from a trust from Zion Corporation... originating from Israel."

Joshua, with his heavy eyeshadow and long beard, looked at Wayne with a sly gaze, muttering:

"Yes, that's it... that's it... oh, blasphemy... rebirth..."

Aaron pointed again to the bald man in the suit and said:

"This is Mr. Maddie, Assistant District Attorney for Los Angeles County. He is also... very interested in you."

Assistant District Attorney Maddie took a sip of her drink, looked at Wayne with a dazed expression, and tugged at her collar, as if the room was a little too hot.

"As for this distinguished gentleman..." Aaron pointed to the refined, gray-haired Latino man sitting in the center and said:

"This is Mr. Byrne from the Mexican Mafia, a man highly trusted by the committee."

The highest level of the entire Mexican Mafia is the committee, which consists of only a dozen or so senior members.

A dozen or so committee members oversee the Mexican Mafia, which in turn manages tens of thousands of Latino gang members and collects taxes.

This Bourne was clearly of very high status.

Byrne squinted at Wayne, as if assessing a piece of merchandise, and nodded slightly in satisfaction.

The fact that prosecutors and mafia bosses sit together in the same room is a unique feature of the United States.

After finishing speaking, Aaron's lips curled into a slight smile, and he said:

"Now, Wayne, take off your clothes."