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Upon hearing the voice, Cyril, who had been shoving David into the police car with a ferocious expression, trembled. He then turned around abruptly, his eyes flashing with a menacing glint as he looked in the direction of the voice.

Who is it? Who is it?!

How did the other party know about Andrei? And how did they know he had taken money from Andrei?!

He then immediately saw the man with black hair and black eyes, wearing a white robe, standing at the entrance of the tent.

Cyril narrowed his eyes, his gaze sharpened, and he said in a deep voice:

"Mr. Bruce Wayne..."

As the sheriff of the patrol team in this neighborhood, Wayne had already learned of the other party's existence through two police officers who responded to the call when he first arrived in Poor Street.

That damned "knife peddler" caused quite a stir back then, almost sparking a street riot. Wayne actually managed to subdue those crazed homeless people all by himself, which caused a small sensation within the patrol team.

Cyril then heard that the other party had beaten a group of crippled gang members to the ground in the street, just like a fighting champion.

And in just two days after that, the number of police calls in this neighborhood dropped dramatically, by a full half.

It's said that Wayne was involved in some kind of missionary work for the Kingdom of God Church.

Many patrol officers were greatly surprised by this and developed a liking for Wayne.

Including Cyril himself.

However, goodwill is one thing, but once you're paid, you have to do the job.

Judas sold Jesus for money, so what chance do some damned street saint have?

Cyril cracked his neck, squinted at Wayne, and said:

"Falsifying a police officer can land you in jail, Mr. Wayne. I think you'll have to come with me."

This Wayne is the root of everything, and this is the person Andre wants.

Once the other party is taken away, the so-called Heavenly Kingdom Church and the Poor Street Saints Gang are nothing but a rabble.

He didn't believe that Wayne would actually dare to defy the Los Angeles Police Department in front of everyone.

Wayne was different from those homeless people. He was a well-known figure, not only a washed-up former child star, but also a so-called street saint with some fame.

Not the kind of barefoot homeless person on the street.

If they dare to openly defy the police station, they're completely finished.

The Los Angeles Police Department will not let him off the hook either.

As he spoke, Cyril pulled out a pair of handcuffs, ready to put them on Wayne.

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The Saints' Gang members nearby immediately showed anger, stepped forward, blocked Cyril's path, and glared at him angrily.

Cyril snorted coldly, brandishing the gun in his hand, and said to his subordinate beside him:

"Tell the station to call for backup! Tell them we're being besieged by a gang called the Saints in the back alleys and need the Special Task Force's support!"

"Also, if you see anyone making any unusual movements, open fire immediately!"

The surrounding saints were filled with righteous indignation and began to hurl insults:

"You fucking racist bastard, you're cursed!"

"You'll have to step over my dead body to take Mr. Wayne away!"

"You bastard, you have no idea what you're doing! This is going to plunge the whole poor neighborhood back into chaos!"

"Get out! Get out now! You bloodsucking, filthy bastard!"

"This is the Los Angeles police? I'm going to film you all and post it online. You corrupt cops will soon be trending on Tktk!"

"Get out! Get out of here!"

The crowd began to curse and surrounded the dozen or so police officers.

Cyril snorted coldly, abruptly pointed his gun upwards, fired a warning shot, and shouted:

"If you come any closer, I'll shoot immediately! You're obstructing official business!"

"Quiet," Wayne said calmly.

His voice wasn't loud, but it was like a decree, immediately silencing all the saints around him.

Suddenly, everything became quiet!

Sharp gazes met, as if trying to tear Cyril to shreds, but no one spoke.

This scene instantly shocked Cyril, and alarm bells rang.

As a well-trained police officer, he naturally understood what Wayne's strict discipline meant.

No, we must get Wayne out of here immediately!

He looked up and saw Wayne take out his phone and say to Cyril:

"Sheriff Cyril, I can go with you, but I need to make a phone call first."

The other party wants to find a powerful backer?

Cyril snorted coldly and said:

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"Yes, Mr. Wayne, please proceed."

As expected of someone from a small town like Seattle, they actually thought the Los Angeles Police Department was the same as the Seattle Police Department.

As a massive police department with over 10,000 employees, the Los Angeles Police Department has a complex internal structure.

Even if Wayne knew some police officers, it would be impossible for him to order Cyril, the patrol chief of the central precinct, around.

The Los Angeles Police Department is a behemoth, arguably the most violent organization in all of Los Angeles.

Every move this behemoth makes requires bloodshed!

Wayne immediately dialed a number.

Just seconds later, the call connected, and a rather impatient voice came through:

"I'm Jason, who are you?"

Wayne said calmly:

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"it's me."

Upon hearing Wayne's voice, the man's voice instantly became fearful and even somewhat ingratiating, trembling as he said:

"Oh, it's you! I'm so sorry, sir, I didn't know it was you... I apologize for not recognizing you earlier..."

It was State Representative Jason.

"Oh, sir, thanks to you, I've been discharged from the hospital and am now back at work. I've been thinking about you these past two days, but I didn't dare to contact you rashly. It's so wonderful to hear your voice again; it's my greatest blessing and my highest honor..."

Jason kept rambling on and on.

After being taken to the hospital by Luna and Rod that day, he was shocked to learn that he was in good condition and completely uninjured after undergoing an examination.

When he faced the mirror in the bathroom and saw his empty legs and the chrysanthemum-shaped scar, he finally fully understood the horror of the "Human Instrumentality Project" that Wayne had mentioned.

What the other party said is true. They really have divine power, and they really have the final judgment and the Human Instrumentality Project!

This was something he couldn't refuse under any circumstances.

In fact, these past two days, whenever things calmed down, especially in the quiet of the night, Jason would feel a strange attachment and reverence for Wayne.

It's like a child's attachment to its father, or a beast of burden's attachment to its master.

He even began to worry about the other person's safety.

Upon receiving Wayne's call, Jason was overjoyed and quickly murmured in a low voice:

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"By the way, sir, I've received word that Lieutenant Governor Fauci might invite you... to his party in the next few days..."

"Please be very careful. He not only has deep connections with some bigwigs in the Democratic Party...like Pelosi, but he is also said to be a protector of the Russian mafia, wielding immense power..."

Wayne raised an eyebrow.

If that's the case, then it's too much of a coincidence.

This is a good thing.

Having listened to Jason's rambling enough, Wayne finally spoke:

Do you know anyone in the Los Angeles Police Department?

Jason paused, then said:

"I'm sorry, sir, I'm not very familiar with the higher-ups at the Los Angeles Police Department... but I do know the mayor of Los Angeles, and we're political allies. The police chief is appointed by the mayor, so if you need anything, I can help you find her."

Wayne said calmly:

"The mayor is also acceptable."

Upon hearing this, Sheriff Cyril, who was standing nearby, could no longer contain himself and burst into laughter, shouting wildly:

"Haha, Mr. Wayne, I never expected you to be so...humorous..."

"You actually want to pull strings with the Los Angeles Police Department Chief and the Mayor of Los Angeles?"

"Hahaha, my God, Mr. Wayne, I think you must have misunderstood something. Do you really think these big shots are like homeless people on the street? Hahaha, that's hilarious..."

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