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Cyril was laughing and crying at this moment.

As a patrol sergeant for the Los Angeles Police Department, he naturally understood just how enormous the entire Los Angeles Police Department and even the entire city of Los Angeles were.

This is the second largest metropolis in the United States, with a population of over ten million, and it ranks among the top in the world.

According to Cyril, the mayor of Los Angeles wields far more power than the governors of some impoverished small states.

This is a very important person who ranks among the top in the entire United States.

The current mayor, Karen Bass, is a Black female mayor who is a Democrat, and may even run for governor. She is too busy to pay attention to Wayne, a so-called saint of homeless people.

And that police chief, Jim, is a veteran police officer in Southern California with more than 40 years of service. He is the only person in the United States who has simultaneously served as the police chief of Long Beach, the sheriff of Los Angeles County, and the police chief of Los Angeles County.

This was a man who was known for his seriousness and never smiled; he was extremely solemn and would never pay any attention to Wayne.

This Wayne in front of me supposedly runs a small church called "Church of Heaven," and it seems he's been playing the role of leader for so long that he's forgotten what the real world is like.

Cyril has seen many such delusional people in his many years of law enforcement career.

Manson, the leader of the so-called "Manson Family" murder case that shocked the entire United States, was a madman who ultimately caused the deaths of many people.

Upon hearing Cyril's words, the police officers who had accompanied him couldn't help but chuckle.

The tense atmosphere even relaxed.

"Hey boss, this Mr. Wayne seems to really think he's some kind of saint or savior. He might even be able to call the president. I think we should be careful... hahahaha..."

After he finished speaking, the police officers present immediately burst into laughter, clearly relieved.

The Saints gang members around them glared at them, but Wayne had already hung up the phone and raised his hand to signal everyone to calm down.

But the more he acted this way, the more the police perceived him as weak and easily bullied.

After all, in the United States, a country where the law of the jungle prevails and social Darwinism reigns supreme, showing weakness will only lead to being torn apart and devoured.

Cyril had by then seen through the fact that the other party was just a charlatan bluffing, and felt even more at ease.

He even wondered why Ann had to use his connections with the police. Wouldn't it have been simpler for the Russian gang to just come and take care of them?

He then brandished the handcuffs in his hand and said to Wayne:

"Mr. Wayne, it seems your connections aren't very useful..."

"I've had enough of this clownish act. Stop wasting my patience. I hope you'll cooperate with my work, otherwise, it won't just be us..."

"You may not know the reputation of the Los Angeles Police Department. Once the tactical response platoon arrives, you won't have a chance to waste your breath..."

As he spoke, he stepped forward and reached out to grab Wayne.

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White, who was standing to the side, could no longer bear it. He suddenly pulled out a pistol from his pocket and aimed it at Cyril in front of him.

Upon seeing this, more than a dozen police officers, including Cyril, immediately shouted and aimed their guns at White.

In that instant, it seemed to trigger a chain reaction. The Saints gang members around them could no longer hold back and all aimed their guns at the dozen or so police officers present.

Automatic rifles, submachine guns, pistols, and oddly shaped broken iron pipes that I made myself, and so on.

At that moment, Cyril and his comrades from the Los Angeles Police Department felt a chill run down their spines.

They suddenly realized that all the dozens or hundreds of people around them were damn armed!

Even a few little girls in dresses who were playing by the roadside suddenly pulled out pink toy guns, pointed them at the police officers, and were ready to shoot at any moment.

And judging from their smiling faces, they clearly didn't think that executing a dozen or so Los Angeles Police Department officers on the street was a big deal.

"Fuck! What the hell is this place?!" a burly policeman cursed.

David, who was being held down by the car, laughed loudly and said:

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"Welcome to America, MtFk!"

This is America, where everyone has a gun, and that's why there's no chaos!

Cyril took a deep breath, and fine beads of sweat had already appeared on his forehead.

Damn it, isn't this so-called Saints Gang just a bunch of homeless rabble? How come they have so many guns!

Moreover, judging from the automatic rifles held by the people next to them, which were equipped with optical sights, and the posture of the people standing there, they were exactly the posture of well-trained soldiers in the military, and were not ordinary people at all.

What exactly does Wayne want to do in Los Angeles?

Cyril stared intently at Wayne and said in a deep, solemn voice:

"Mr. Wayne, do you know what you're doing? You're openly defying the entire Los Angeles Police Department! You're obstructing law enforcement! You're committing a crime!"

"Such a large-scale armed organization in downtown Los Angeles... what exactly do you want to do in Los Angeles?"

Wayne spoke calmly and sincerely:

"Sheriff Cyril, I only came to Los Angeles to film a movie, but it seems I'm not particularly welcomed here. My hometown has changed so much, it's truly regrettable..."

Damn it... Cyril's forehead was covered in even more sweat; he didn't believe the other person's nonsense.

They set up camp on a poor street with hundreds of well-trained armed men, many of whom were obviously veterans, saying they were there to film a movie.

Only a fool would believe that.

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"Mr. Wayne, whatever you want to do, you should abide by the laws of the United States and California. You must understand that assaulting a police officer is a serious felony..." Cyril carefully chose his words, speaking in a very earnest tone:

"If you think it's inconvenient to come to the police station with me now, we can find another time. I hope you will put down your guns immediately, before something serious happens..."

Even if the Los Angeles Police Department is behind him, reinforcements can't outpace bullets.

"I don't want a lose-lose situation to occur because of either side's misjudgment," Cyril continued.

The black-haired, black-eyed man in front of him didn't say a word, but just looked at him calmly.

The guys around them who called themselves the Saints remained silent, like a group of silent statues.

Cyril and the dozen or so men he brought with them all held their guns up, not daring to move an inch.

The atmosphere at the scene was extremely tense; any misjudgment could lead to a bloodbath!

Just then, a crisp cell phone ringtone suddenly sounded.

Cyril's phone rang.

He glanced at his phone out of the corner of his eye, but didn't dare to pick it up.

"Answer the phone, Sheriff Cyril," Wayne said casually. "It would be more polite otherwise."

Cyril felt like he'd been granted a pardon. He wondered if reinforcements from the police station had arrived. He quickly picked up his phone, only to find it was an unfamiliar number.

He pressed the answer button and held the phone to his ear, whereupon he heard a steady voice:

"This is Jim McDonald, Sheriff Cyril. Are you currently on Golden Crown Street in Poor Street?"

It was Los Angeles Police Chief Jim McDonald! Cyril's pupils constricted sharply; he recognized the voice.

This is a voice that is frequently heard at various police meetings within the police department and on television news.

Chief Jim already knows about the perilous situation in Poor Street? Is he sending reinforcements to them?

Cyril felt as if he had been given a shot of adrenaline and quickly replied:

"Yes, Chief Jim, I'm on duty on Golden Crown Street right now. We've encountered a group of guys calling themselves the Saints, they..."

The other colleagues present widened their eyes upon hearing the director's name, their hearts filled with joy.

Nothing is more heartwarming than Big B's concern during this critical moment.

This is an unparalleled honor, and many people have already imagined the rewards they will receive after this mission is completed.

"Take your men and leave Golden Crown Street and Poor Street immediately," Chief Jim said calmly, without a trace of emotion.

Cyril paused, then said:

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"Sir, but we've encountered..."

We encountered a group of vicious criminals; this was a highly destructive organized crime group.

But Chief Jim didn't let him finish, his voice already tinged with anger, and said:

"Sheriff Cyril, I don't want to repeat myself a third time, take your men and leave Golden Crown Street immediately. That's an order!"

He paused, seemingly to make his foolish sheriff understand what had happened, and then added:

"This is an order from the mayor!"

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