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Chapter 456 Special Advisor to the Director of the ICE Los Angeles Field Office (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Upon hearing the words of the man before him, Congressman Jason was first taken aback, then his eyes flashed with rage, and he cursed, "Bruce Wayne sent you? I don't care who you are, you bastards are finished! I'm going to—"

Before he could finish speaking, a short, stocky man next to him suddenly kicked Congressman Jason in the head, knocking out several of his teeth and filling his mouth with blood.

Remy, the leader, frowned and raised his hand to stop his men from continuing.

These Yakuts and Buryats are themselves border minorities of Russia and are important border troops for Russia.

The Yakuts belong to the Sakha Republic, while the Buryats belong to the Mongol-speaking ethnic group. Both groups have populations of around 50, yet they have always been one of the main sources of manpower for the Russian mobilization force.

One reason is that their own economic conditions were too dire, and they relied on joining the army to earn a better life for their families. Another reason is that they had long been oppressed by the dominant ethnic group, and no matter how many border soldiers died, things remained calm for Moscow.

The men Remy brought were frontier soldiers who had retreated from the Russia-Ukraine battlefield. They were extremely ruthless and had rich combat experience. They had completely dominated the enemy just now.

"Where is Wayne?" Remy stepped forward, grabbed Senator Jason by the collar, and asked menacingly.

Congressman Jason paused, then said, "Didn't Bruce Wayne send you? You're asking me?"

"I don't have time to play games with you." Remy narrowed his eyes, raised his hand, and pressed the barrel of his gun against Senator Jason's temple, cursing, "Suka! Get Bruce Wayne to see me!"

Feeling the coldness of the gun barrel and smelling the lingering gunpowder, Congressman Jason quickly calmed down from his intense emotional turmoil.

Overwhelmed by the fear of death, he suddenly remembered something and said, "You're the Clinton family's hired assassins? I only heard it from a friend, I don't know anything else—don't kill me—I'm a state legislator, I own three companies, killing me will cause a lot of trouble—"

Remy frowned as he listened to the first few sentences, not understanding what the other person was saying. It seemed more like incoherent ramblings born of fear.

But when he heard the identity of the state legislator, Remy instantly felt a headache coming on.

I immediately took out my phone and took a picture of the other person. Then I used AI to search for him, and a lot of news about California State Representative Jason popped up.

"Suka-breed—" Suka literally means female dog, and by extension, a slut and a bastard, while Bree is a heavily vulgar Russian word that originally referred to a whore.

At this moment, a thousand "suka"s raced through Remy's mind. As the national curse of Russia, nothing could express his current feelings better than "suka bule".

The original intention was to capture Bruce Wayne alive, and the resistance from the security personnel outside was remarkably similar to the thugs with guns he had encountered in the slums.

Who knew that the woman inside was actually a state legislator!

They absolutely cannot be killed, nor can they be captured.

Otherwise, it would become a major federal case, inevitably attracting an FBI investigation. At that point, no matter how strong their internal network of connections within the Russian mafia or how much power they wield in Los Angeles, they would be unable to protect themselves.

At that moment, Remy suddenly remembered the Clinton family that the other party had mentioned earlier. In a flash of inspiration, his usually simple-minded and physically strong body suddenly became brilliant. He lowered his voice, looked directly at the congressman Jason in front of him, and said, "Mr. Clinton doesn't like people talking about him. This is a warning."

Congressman Jason's pupils dilated sharply, and he murmured, "I knew it—I knew it—"

Remy then tossed Senator Jason onto the sofa, made a gesture, and turned to leave the house.

Behind him, several Yakut mercenaries retreated quickly from the room like hunters.

"Help him up!" Remy whispered as they entered the courtyard, pointing to one of his men who had a wound in the abdomen.

At this moment in the courtyard, all six bodyguards from the security company belonging to Congressman Jason had been killed.

Of the elite mercenaries from the Russian mafia who launched the surprise attack, only two were injured, one of whom was only wounded in the shoulder, which did not affect his actions.

A dozen or so people helped their companion, who had suffered an abdominal injury, quickly leave the courtyard, get into two vans parked outside, start the engines, and drive away under the cover of night.

Five minutes have passed since the attack began.

Such a dense barrage of gunfire would certainly attract the attention of the Los Angeles Police Department, which, in fact, is the largest organized crime force in all of Los Angeles.

In two or three minutes, police cars will arrive, and you can even faintly hear sirens in the distance.

We have to leave immediately.

Just as the Russian mafia members drove away, in a car on a street corner not far away, Wayne looked at director Josh and cinematographer Archie beside him and asked, "Did you film everything?"

Josh's face was filled with shock as he stared at the viewfinder on the camera and muttered, "It's filmed—it's on—"

When Wayne called him to come and make a movie, he thought it was just about filming some street scenes and the lives of homeless people in the poor streets, which was already quite difficult.

Unexpectedly, Wayne let him get in the car and took him to Golden Deer Street, where they began to wait.

Just as Josh and photographer Archie were getting a little impatient, two cars suddenly appeared on the street and then stopped in front of the yard.

Then came the intense gunfight!

They parked their car in a very clever spot, at an angle that allowed them to see the scene inside the yard.

Through the camera, Josh witnessed firsthand the scene of those in black protective suits charging into the yard with guns and engaging in a fierce battle!

One by one, the well-dressed elite bodyguards fell to the ground, followed by masked thugs wearing baklava hats who rushed into the courtyard, then quickly left, got into their cars, and drove away.

All of this took no more than four or five minutes in total.

What on earth happened?!

Suddenly, Josh felt that he could no longer understand the black-haired, black-eyed man in front of him.

"Mr. Wayne, should we—call the police?" Director Josh murmured.

The photographer, Archie, shook his head and said, "No, Mr. Josh, I think the police will be here soon. In Los Angeles, things like this are all too common—if we call the police, they'll just ask us why we're here in the first place—"

Wayne, standing nearby, gave the photographer Archie an approving look and said, "Very good, Archie, my friend, keep shooting."

The fighting skills displayed by those Russian mafia assassins were truly remarkable.

Wayne could sense that these people were clearly veterans who had seen bloodshed on the battlefield.

It is clear that the Russian mafia in Los Angeles has close ties with Russia.

These assassins are truly enviable.

As they were talking, a series of urgent police sirens blared, and then two police cars sped up from the end of the street and stopped in front of the courtyard.

Four fully armed police officers got out of the car, peered into the yard, and shouted loudly:

"LAPD!"

"Everyone inside, drop your weapons immediately, cover your heads, and lie face down!"

Seeing that there was no sound coming from the yard, the policeman in the lead leaned out and then pulled back, having already seen the bodies in the yard.

"Fuck! There are multiple bodies! Call for backup! Jeffrey, you take Hannah and go around to the back! Billy, stay with me and don't make any sudden moves!"

The police officer in charge quickly spoke and assigned tasks.

Just then, a cry came from the courtyard: "Help me! Officer, help me! I'm a state legislator, I—I've been attacked by thugs!"

The lead officer frowned, peeked out again, then immediately pulled back in, calling out, "Sir, are there any other people inside?"

At the same time, he winked at his colleague next to him.

"There's no one else here, I'm all alone! I'm a state legislator, please come and save me!" came a sobbing cry.

The lead police officer gestured to his colleague, signaling for them to break in.

The policeman suddenly rolled over, raised his gun, and rushed into the yard, shouting, "Nobody's here!"

The remaining three immediately formed a covering formation and entered.

Soon, they saw the corpses of the bodyguards in suits in the courtyard, and were secretly horrified.

Fortunately, this is Los Angeles, where similar gang-related killings and massacres are not uncommon, and they have all encountered them to varying degrees during their police careers.

Not to mention that Los Angeles has experienced numerous large-scale riots throughout history, with one just occurring in 2025, so gunfights are nothing compared to that.

Therefore, the group was not too shocked.

He was under extreme mental pressure, ready to fire at any moment.

The group rushed into the room and saw a corpse lying on the floor, and a bald, fat man with a blood-covered face sitting weakly on the floor.

Upon seeing several police officers, he immediately let out a mournful cry: "Damn it, why did it take you so long? I'm a state legislator, I need medical attention—"

Meanwhile, sirens and ambulances were blaring on the streets outside.

The backup the police called for has arrived.

Inside the car on the street corner, photographer Archie's camera never stopped running, faithfully recording everything.

Wayne calmly gazed at the scene outside, then took off his white robe, revealing a black combat suit underneath.

When he saw police cars arriving and two paramedics carrying a stretcher out of the yard and putting the person on the stretcher into the ambulance, Wayne immediately got out of the car and strode towards the yard in front of him.

A police officer who was setting up a cordon immediately noticed Wayne and rushed over, saying, "Sir, this is a crime scene, you can't go in—"

Then the black-haired, black-eyed man in front of him pulled out an ID and said, "Bruce Wayne, Special Advisor to the Director of the ICE Los Angeles Field Office, I suspect this attack is linked to a Russian-American illegal immigrant organization."