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Chapter 455 Who are you? (Seeking monthly votes)

10 PM, Jinlu Street.

A low-key yet luxurious house stands on the street corner.

Golden Deer Street isn't exactly an upscale, wealthy neighborhood; it's more of an average middle-class community in the East End, and it's quite close to the Latino community.

That's why the housing prices here aren't particularly high, and it's also convenient to handle certain matters.

The house at No. 378 Jinlu Street is usually deserted, but tonight the lights have been on all night.

In the courtyard surrounded by bushes, six or seven bodyguards in suits were chatting casually.

Judging from the way their suits were bulging at the waist, they were clearly carrying firearms.

However, the bodyguards were all very relaxed. After all, this was Los Angeles, California, and given their boss's status as a state legislator, no one dared to cause trouble.

Tonight is the time for the boss to relax after a busy day at work.

It's said that the boss has already made an appointment with someone.

Inside the house, a greasy-faced, flaxen-haired fat man in a suit kept glancing at his watch, frowning as he said, "It's already 9:50, and Bruce Wayne still hasn't arrived. What is Victor up to?"

His biggest pastime tonight is Bruce Wayne.

Even before the other party arrived in Los Angeles, he had already obtained information from Aaron and reserved the first few spots.

It's said that Victor and his team won the prize last night, making Jason's mouth water.

That's why he rushed to Viktor and asked him to make arrangements for him.

A handsome male assistant sitting next to him, wearing eyeshadow, smiled slightly and said, "Don't rush, Jason, our appointment is at ten o'clock tonight, there are still ten minutes left."

"And I've done my research. Bruce Wayne is quite famous now, known as the Street Saint of Seattle, and he's gained some notoriety by helping the homeless—that makes it even more interesting."

As he spoke, he went behind Congressman Jason and reached out to massage his shoulders, saying, "But that Aaron is really going too far. He hasn't answered my calls at all. I think his company should be investigated too—"

Jason squinted, enjoying the assistant's touch, and stroked the back of his hand, saying, "Of course, Joey, my good boy, this is it—yes—"

"You don't need to get angry about Aaron's matter. My friend at the Los Angeles Police Department told me that Aaron, that idiot, has committed suicide."

The assistant was taken aback and quickly said, "How could that be? Suicide? That greedy bastard? Even if God committed suicide, he wouldn't."

Jason stroked his male assistant's hand and said in a low voice, "Hey, Joey, you can't be so absolute. Apparently, the police found photos of him with Epstein in his house, and even photos of Bill Clinton—"

The male assistant suddenly realized and said, "I see—then he really should—commit suicide."

A flicker of fear crossed his eyes, then, as if remembering something, he continued, "Jason, darling, I think this is actually a good thing. This way you'll have better control over Bruce Wayne—he'll be completely subservient to you."

"And I've heard that some high-ranking officials and wealthy individuals are also interested in this Bruce Wayne—shared interests can build a strong social network, which can be very helpful for getting into Congress."

Jason's face lit up with joy, and he turned to his male assistant with a mixture of affection and gratitude, saying, "Joey, thank you for being so considerate of me. Oh—to be honest, I was a little afraid you'd be jealous. Don't worry, Joey, I just wanted to play around with that Wayne. You'll always be my favorite."

The male assistant, Joey, chuckled, covering his mouth, and said, "Of course I know, darling. We decided from the beginning that this was an open relationship, didn't we? What I like about you is your free spirit—"

"Also, I liked the show 'Golden Childhood' when I was a kid, and I thought I could join you guys later—if you agree."

State Representative Jason beamed and nodded vigorously, saying, "Of course, Joey, oh, this is exactly what I've been dreaming of—"

As he spoke, he grabbed his assistant's hand, kissed it hard, and even rubbed it against his cheek, looking blissful.

The young male assistant also bent down emotionally and hugged State Representative Jason's large, greasy head.

Suddenly, a short, sharp shout came from the courtyard, interrupting the couple's intimate moment.

"Stop! This is a private residence!"

Then came a short gunshot: "Whoosh!"

The next instant, a barrage of gunfire erupted, accompanied by desperate cries.

Gunshots seemed to come from all directions, and stray bullets shattered windows and embedded themselves in walls.

"Protect the councilor! Protect the councilor—" a bodyguard's voice rang out, but then stopped abruptly, clearly indicating that something bad had happened to him.

"Who the hell are these people? Asians? Have the Chinese attacked?"

"Fire! Fire! Watch out, these people have automatic rifles!"

"How can it be so accurate? Jack! You can't die, bro!"

"I've been shot! Help me! Someone take me to the hospital!"

"Oh God, I—"

Rapid gunfire rang out continuously, along with the constant booming of the bodyguards' pistols.

A fierce and rapid exchange of fire has already begun outside.

All of this happened so fast that before Jason, the congressman in the room, and his male assistant Joey could react, the gunfire outside suddenly stopped.

No more gunshots were heard.

Jason looked bewildered, not knowing what had happened, and said, "I'm a state legislator! Someone dared to attack me? What on earth is going on—call the police chief immediately!"

At this moment, the male assistant Joey was pale, his hands were trembling, and he nervously took out his phone and began to dial the police.

This was the first time he had encountered something like this since he started working with Congressman Jason.

It's unheard of for someone to dare to fire a gun at a state legislator in Los Angeles!

In that instant, thinking of Jason's mention of Epstein's photos, the male assistant Joey suddenly had extremely bad, even terrifying, associations.

Only someone at that level would completely disregard the status of a state legislator.

Call the police! Call the police immediately!

The intense gunfire just now must have attracted the police.

Damn it, I should have chosen a wealthy area as the location.

In affluent areas of the West Side, the Los Angeles Police Department's average response time is 5 to 7 minutes.

In places like the East District, where police calls explode every night, it takes at least 10 to 14 minutes to respond to calls. Around 10 p.m. is the peak time for calls, and the response time may take even longer!

But it was precisely at times like these that his hands trembled even more violently, and it took him a long time to finally dial the police number.

The operator's voice came through the phone: "This is the Los Angeles Police Department. May I ask—"

"Shooting! There's been a serious shooting here! Someone attacked the congressman!" Assistant Joey shouted into the phone, while pulling a handgun from his briefcase.

He was not some weakling; his lover Jason had always preferred muscular men.

For the sake of this relationship, and also so that he can continue to improve himself, he deliberately maintains his physique.

Just as he was about to continue speaking, there was a loud "bang" as the door was suddenly kicked in from the outside.

Immediately afterward, the sound of shattering window glass came from outside. No one came in from outside the door, but five or six figures dressed in black combat uniforms suddenly rushed in through the windows on both sides.

These people were all wearing masks, with only their eyes showing, but you could clearly see that they were Asian.

The first person to see Joey, the assistant holding a phone, immediately pulled the trigger.

With a "whoosh," Joey's head was pierced by a bullet, and his brains splattered everywhere.

"Ahhhhhh!" Senator Jason screamed in terror at the sight, throwing himself on his assistant Joey and shaking her violently, shouting desperately, "Joey! Darling Joey! You can't die, you can't die!"

At the same time, footsteps were heard, and a tall man strode in, also wearing a mask.

His left ear still appeared to be wrapped in gauze, suggesting an injury.

He walked up to Jason and Joey, holding a pistol fitted with a silencer.

Seeing the eyeliner lying dead on the ground, and the bald, fat man clinging to him, crying and screaming, his whole body convulsing with fear and grief, he blurted out, "Sukabuleh—who the hell are you? Where's Bruce Wayne?"