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The desert in eastern Southern California.

Temu State Prison.

As a top-security heavy offender prison, Timur State Penitentiary is located in a remote desert area, about a 3.5-hour drive from Los Angeles.

This place houses a large number of serious criminals and gang prisoners sent from Southern California, and is also a major concentration of Mexican Mafia members.

It is one of the major prisons controlled by the Mexican Mafia.

Bourne, in a wheelchair, was pushed out of the state prison parking lot by two of his men and into the prison in front of him.

He came to see his older brother today.

He had already booked a visitation slot through the official system. After entering the prison, he began filling out a visitor registration form, specifying the prisoner's name, number, and visitor information, and then signed it.

This was followed by a metal detector security check and a search of his personal belongings, including his wheelchair, which was thoroughly examined.

After these preliminary checks were completed, Byrne was finally allowed to enter the prison's visiting room to wait.

Before him were thick bulletproof glass and a telephone.

At Timur State Prison, visits are primarily conducted remotely, requiring communication through thick glass and telephones, without direct physical contact.

Only a very small number of eligible families can apply for special family visits, which means entering a family visit unit for a short period of time together.

After a long while, a series of somewhat muffled footsteps approached.

A tall, middle-aged man with tattoos all over his face was escorted by two prison guards to the bulletproof glass of the visiting room.

The man looked somewhat like Bourne, but was much older; he was Bourne's brother, Bernie.

Upon seeing Bourne in his wheelchair, Bernie's eyes widened. He quickly walked over and sat down opposite him, picked up the phone, and asked with a serious expression:

"Bourne, what happened? Who did it?"

Bernie, a member of the Mexican Mafia Commission, has over 300 years in prison and has been denied bail.

For this reason, his brother Byrne became his spokesperson outside of prison.

When Bernie saw that his younger brother was so disabled that he needed a wheelchair, he was furious.

Clearly, something serious has happened outside of prison!

He had always doted on his younger brother, and now a murderous intent suddenly appeared in his eyes.

Byrne shook his head, smiled, stood up, and said:

"Don't worry, Bernie, it's just some minor damage. It's my honor to be involved in the Human Instrumentality Project."

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As he spoke, he took two steps, and although he staggered a little, he was not completely paralyzed.

Bernie frowned, becoming even more worried.

He knows his younger brother very well.

He indulged in pleasure and became obsessed with extravagance and debauchery. He was cruel and vicious, and at least dozens of people were tortured to death by him.

It's fair to say that his brother, Byrne, was a complete bastard.

But that's his bastard.

Logically speaking, after suffering such serious injuries, Bourne should have been furious beyond measure, and his first thought would have been to beg his brother to avenge him.

But judging from Bourne's current demeanor, it seemed like a trivial matter.

Something's not right. The almost happy expression on Bourne's face was definitely not fake!

Bernie looked at his brother and suddenly felt the hairs on his body stand on end. He felt like a wild beast that had sensed danger and instantly became highly alert.

"Bernie, I'm here today for something, something that concerns our future..." Byrne looked at Bernie with a serious expression and said slowly:

"I need to……"

Before he could finish his sentence, Bernie, the older brother, turned to the prison guard beside him and said:

"Sean, I'd like to request access to the home access unit."

He needed to explain many things to his younger brother in detail, and talking on the phone through bulletproof glass was no longer enough for effective communication.

The black prison guard frowned and said:

"No way, Bernie, now?"

Bernie said calmly:

"Yes, now, Sean, you owe me."

The black prison guard sighed and muttered a curse under his breath:

"Damn it... Okay, I'll go apply for emergency access for you right now, it should take about ten minutes."

Bernie nodded slightly, leaned back in his chair, said nothing more, and closed his eyes to wait quietly.

Bourne's face showed joy. He was about to say something, but seeing his brother's expression, he shrugged and stopped.

He understood that a high degree of vigilance and secrecy was one of the reasons why the Mexican Mafia was able to continue to exist in the prison system.

Bernie, the brother and a member of the Mexican Mafia Commission, still wields immense power in prison and can even command Mafia members outside the prison.

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Bribing prison guards is just the most basic operation.

After all, no prison guard can refuse a monthly subsidy of several thousand or even tens of thousands of yuan.

Not to mention, if they didn't comply with the demands of these mafia bosses, they would face possible prisoner attacks and murders at any time.

What's more, they have families outside of prison.

Why risk your life for a few thousand dollars a month?

Soon, Bernie was taken away by two prison guards, and Bourne was also pushed out by a prison guard and taken to a small room with multiple locks.

This small room also contains a bed; it's a home visit unit in the prison.

It is often designed for couples who have not been together for a long time.

A moment later, the door opposite opened, and Bernie, wearing handcuffs and shackles, walked in.

"Bernie!" Bourne struggled to his feet, got out of his wheelchair, and went over to give his brother a tight hug.

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He then looked around, and after confirming that the cameras were temporarily off, he lowered his voice and said:

"Bernie, I've come to see you this time to give you a chance to enter Heaven! This concerns the destruction and rebirth of the world, the Last Judgment, and the final Human Instrumentality Project! My brother, I can't wait to tell you all of this..."

Bernie's gaze toward his brother suddenly changed, his eyes now filled with deep wariness.

"You absolutely won't believe who I ran into... Remember Mr. Bruce Wayne, the guy I told you about before who owes me a lot of money? The one from that TV show I used to really like..."

"Oh, he came to Los Angeles, and I had no idea he was the Messiah reincarnated, a saint of this world. I even offended him because of my vile tastes..."

"Fortunately, the saint possessed true divine power, and he punished me both physically and spiritually... His godsons locked me in an oven, and I was almost cooked, but the saint, with compassion, forgave me, this sinner, and healed me..."

"I truly felt a divine power, a power connected to God. Mr. Wayne is a true saint!"

"I listened to his divine pronouncements and finally understood God's plan: the world is about to face the final judgment, and after the final judgment comes the Human Perfection Plan, in which we will all become part of the Holy Spirit! Just follow Saint Wayne!"

"When that day comes, we will enter heaven together and reunite with Mom and Dad! Bernie, this is the path we should take, a sacred path!"

As Byrne spoke, he became more and more excited, and he slumped heavily back into his wheelchair, panting heavily. He pulled out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead, his eyes filled with anticipation and joy.

But his brother Bernie remained unusually calm, merely asking with a smile:

"So, Bourne, what do you want? Just to tell me about this? This so-called Human Instrumentality Project?"

Bourne shook his head and said:

"List, Bernie, besides telling you this, I also need the list of the committee, which is also what Mr. Saints requested."

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"Before the saints, there will be no more Mexican Mafia or committees. Listen to me, we must seize this opportunity to join the saints as soon as possible and secure a place in the coming Last Judgment. All the brothers of the Mexican Mafia will be bathed in holy light and enter the Kingdom of Heaven!"

Bourne's expression was solemn and dignified, clearly indicating that he considered this a rare opportunity.

A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

He will lead his Mexican mafia brothers to welcome the glory of the saints!

Bernie was pacing around the room at that moment, and had already walked up behind Bourne when he suddenly asked out of the blue:

"How much did the police give you? Witness protection program? Hundreds of millions of dollars in reward money? You shouldn't have trusted the credibility of the US government; you won't get that money."

Bourne was taken aback and quickly defended himself:

"No, Bernie, you've misunderstood. What I'm saying is true! Only by following the saints can one..."

Bernie looked at his brother, shook his head, and said coldly:

"You've always been a troublemaker and an idiot since you were little. Dad and Mom have always sided with you, and I've spoiled you too, since you're my little brother..."

"But Bourne, you shouldn't... you shouldn't have been so stupid as to betray the entire Mexican Mafia, you shouldn't have been so stupid as to trust those American police officers!"

"To gain my trust, you even fabricated some lame lie about a saint—a fucking washed-up celebrity, a saint of God? You even wanted to fuck him!"

"When you joined the Mexican Mafia, you swore an oath that only death could allow you to leave! Only death could betray you!"

"You've disappointed me greatly, Bourne!"

Bernie's tone was stern, and his eyes were full of ferocity.

In prison, the Mafia was the only true protector of him, not any blood relatives.

The Mafia's honor is above all else!

Bourne quickly explained:

"No, Bernie, I'm telling the truth! You can see my wounds, look at my..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Bernie, who was standing behind him, suddenly stretched out his arm and tightly strangled his neck from behind, forming a naked guillotine.

Once this posture is adopted, it is virtually impossible for the person being strangled to break free.

Bourne was terrified and tried desperately to break free, but he couldn't break free at all.

He could only watch helplessly as his face turned red from holding his breath, and the oxygen slowly disappeared from his lungs.

Bernie, expressionless, tightened his grip on Bourne's neck until he completely stopped struggling and lost consciousness.

"You foolish little brother..."

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