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Upon hearing Wayne's words, Sheriff Cyril shuddered, a slightly embarrassed smile appearing on his face, and said to Wayne:

"Sir, I...I don't understand..."

How did the other party know that he had taken money from the Russian gang?

Could it be that Ann has some kind of informant from the Kingdom of Heaven around her?

From the beginning, Cyril only wanted to teach Wayne a lesson, drive him out of the slums, and out of his patrol area.

However, after he arrived here, he gradually discovered that things were not as simple as he had imagined.

This Wayne is like a damned succubus, captivating everyone around him.

Moreover, that Saints Gang is clearly not an ordinary street gang.

Combined with the so-called Kingdom of Heaven Church, it even possesses a kind of religious fanaticism.

Thinking of the fanatical cults like Heaven's Gate, Son of God, and the Manson Family that had previously run rampant in Los Angeles, and the horrific incidents that often resulted in the deaths of dozens of people, Cyril had already cursed Ann countless times in his mind.

The other party didn't give him complete information at all from the beginning; they were practically trying to kill him.

However, under the watchful eyes of everyone, especially in front of so many subordinates, he still denied Wayne's words and dared not admit that he was a corrupt cop who accepted bribes.

This was his last line; otherwise, his police career would be completely over.

Taking bribes is a tacitly accepted rule among many police officers, given the exorbitant cost of living in Los Angeles. They have to support their wives and children, pay mortgages and car loans, student loans that they can't seem to pay off, and all sorts of bills.

But no matter how valid the reasons are, such things should not be discussed openly.

No one knows if other colleagues will badmouth him behind his back or use him as a stepping stone to advancement.

Sensing Cyril's hesitation, Wayne glanced at the suspicious-looking police officers around them and said to Cyril:

"Cyril, my friend, I think we need to talk alone."

As he spoke, he turned and walked towards his tent.

"Boss, should we...should we leave here immediately?" Deputy Officer Sam whispered to Cyril.

Although this was still the poor street he knew, and it was broad daylight, and everything was similar to what he patrolled daily, it felt eerily like an alien planet to him.

It was as if everything changed after that black-haired, black-eyed man arrived.

He couldn't wait to get out of this damn place as soon as possible.

Cyril glanced at the expressionless Saints around him, then at Wayne's tent, took a deep breath, and said:

"Wait... await my command."

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He doesn't have any now.

The other side not only has the support of powerful believers and military force, but also high-level connections. If they do not obey orders, they will not even be able to leave.

With that, he handed his pistol to his second-in-command, Sam, and stepped into Wayne's tent.

The black-haired, black-eyed man was already sitting cross-legged and made a gesture towards him. Cyril quickly sat down in front of him with a smirk on his face.

Wayne didn't speak, but simply looked calmly at the sheriff in front of him.

Cyril suddenly felt that the other person's gaze seemed to possess some kind of magic, capable of seeing through his body and his soul.

This will expose him completely.

Only a few seconds had passed, but it felt like years had gone by.

He finally couldn't hold back any longer and said in a slightly trembling voice:

"5000 US dollars..."

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"An promised me that she would pay me 5000 yuan if I could drive you and your people out of the slums..."

"As you know, my base salary is $13.6 a year, and with overtime and allowances, I can earn about a hundred thousand dollars a year... That's not bad, but in Los Angeles... I also have an ex-wife and son to support..."

After taxes and bills and loan payments each month, Cyril doesn't have much salary left, not to mention the alimony he has to pay to his ex-wife and son.

$5000 in tax-free cash, enough to just drive away a group of homeless people, was quite a good deal for him.

However, judging from the strength that Wayne has shown so far, this is far from enough.

"I'm sorry, sir, I didn't know you were so...respectable...but I swear to you, from this day forward, I will never show you the slightest disrespect again..."

Cyril, with a fawning smile, addressed Wayne with utmost respect.

Unexpectedly, the black-haired, black-eyed man in front of him did not respond, but slowly said:

"1 million US dollars."

Cyril was taken aback, not understanding what the other person meant.

Wayne continued:

"I'll give you $1 every month."

Cyril's breathing quickened instantly, and he said:

"Oh, sir, this..."

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Wayne continued:

"From today onwards, you will work for me, with your men, to maintain order in Poor Street. I will also restrain the gangs in Poor Street, prevent extreme violence, and ensure they show sufficient respect to the Los Angeles Police Department."

"I will clean up the addicts and drug dealers here, and what you have to do is simple: clean up the gangs outside of the slums... I don't want any unnecessary casualties among my men."

"Sheriff Cyril, congratulations, you have been blessed by the saints."

Cyril's breathing became rapid, and he looked completely incredulous.

He simply couldn't believe that he had encountered such an incredible stroke of luck!

After what just happened, he had a complete understanding of Wayne's prestige in the entire poor neighborhood.

It's worth noting that the current mayor, Bass, has been pushing hard for homeless resettlement programs and so-called safe street projects.

This is also what the entire Los Angeles Police Department wants to do.

Although the results have been minimal, a large sum of money has already been spent, and it has been widely reported and publicized in the news.

If he could really turn all the streets in his jurisdiction into one, that would be a great achievement!

This is absolutely fantastic news for him!

It's not just the reward that's valuable; the political reputation it brings is even more precious.

This is a good thing!

"Thank you, Mr. Wayne, oh God, I am so grateful for your generosity..." Cyril rubbed his hands together excitedly, expressing his gratitude repeatedly.

Wayne said calmly:

"Of course, I think this is a win-win situation."

Cyril said with a smile:

"Oh, I understand, sir. That's a common saying among Easterners—Eastern wisdom. You can win twice!"

Wayne continued:

"Cyril, my friend, not only that, I have another great achievement to give you. You've been in the position of sheriff for too long; it's time for you to move up. Now is the time for the country to have capable people..."

Cyril was taken aback again and said:

"Sir, I'm sorry, I'm an idiot, I really didn't understand what you meant... What kind of merit are you referring to?"

Wayne said calmly:

"Of course, it's the leader of the Russian mafia... If you could personally capture the big boss of the Russian gang, the implications are self-evident, aren't they?"

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Send him to arrest An?

Cyril shuddered involuntarily, his earlier joy instantly dissipating. He smiled wryly and said:

"Oh, sir, I... I'm just an ordinary patrol sheriff, and these are all the men I have under my command..."

"The Russian gang is a large, deeply entrenched gang that has operated in Los Angeles for many years. And Ann is a ruthless and greedy guy. I have absolutely no chance of winning..."

"This bastard also has a nickname in the underworld: the Caucasian Lone Wolf, which is said to be due to his ruthlessness and cunning..."

Moreover, he knew that he was definitely not the only mole within the American government.

It is said that there are high-ranking Democratic Party officials behind the other side.

Sending him to arrest An is practically suicide.

Wayne said calmly:

"Cyril, my friend, of course I will not let my friend go to his grave. What you are facing is not some lone wolf from the Caucasus, but a drowning dog."

As they were speaking, Cyril's walkie-talkie suddenly rang:

"Attention all squads! A fierce gunfight has broken out on Manhattan Street in the West End. Initial reports indicate it's a gangland feud. Proceed immediately!"

Cyril was taken aback.

That area seems to be Russian territory.

How could a gang feud and gunfight suddenly break out?

Immediately afterwards, Cyril heard his colleagues calling anxiously from outside the tent:

"Boss, we've been ordered to provide support in Manchester. Apparently, the Russian gang and the Mexican mafia are at war!"

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