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The Russian gang and the Mexican mafia are at war!?

Cyril's face was filled with disbelief.

As a veteran officer with the Los Angeles Police Department, he knew that although the two gangs were both based in Los Angeles and were considered behemoths in the underworld, they did not have much interaction on a regular basis.

Mexican mafia focuses more on street-level distribution of enhancement products, collecting protection money, organizing prostitution, and other related businesses.

The main theme is down-to-earth, focusing on bullying the lower classes.

The Russian side, on the other hand, deals in smuggling, arms trafficking, fraud, kidnapping, and other relatively high-end businesses that require more skill and government connections.

Therefore, there is no conflict of interest between the two parties; at most, there may be some minor frictions due to overstepping boundaries.

The original boss of the Russian gang, Nikolai, was a relatively rule-abiding person who always kept the Russian gang members in check, preventing them from overstepping their bounds.

The Mexican Mafia Commission also focuses more on Latino immigrants.

This is a common practice among all American gangs; it's the easiest and most convenient way to cheat and bully their own people.

How could these two things go to war?

Cyril looked up sharply at Wayne, and seeing the other man's ambiguous smile, he was instantly terrified.

Considering what the other party just said, it's clear that the war between the Russian gang and the Mexican mafia is related to Wayne in front of us!

He didn't believe the other side could instigate a war between two behemoths, since both were long-established gangs with enormous influence and couldn't be easily swayed.

Even though Wayne was involved, it was enough to show that the other party's power had once again exceeded his previous expectations.

Cyril's mind was suddenly reminded of what Wayne had just said.

A great achievement... a tremendous achievement... if... if...

The black-haired, black-eyed man in front of them said:

"Cyril, my friend, there's no need to rush away. The Russians' wars are never a matter of a day or two, and your contributions will remain."

Cyril was taken aback, then nodded in agreement.

This is true.

"Sir, is there anything else I can do for you?" He was completely captivated by the man before him, his excitement beyond words.

He vaguely felt as if he had embarked on a path to heaven.

The man before him, Mr. Wayne, was a benefactor in his life.

Wayne casually handed Cyril a slip of paper with an address on it.

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"This is An's safe house, and also where he hides his weapons. Even if we can't catch him, just seizing these things will be enough to bring you enough merit."

Cyril stood up abruptly, his hands trembling as he took the note, hardly believing his eyes.

The Russian-backed arsenal!

Safe house!

My God, these things are worth even more than a branch office chief!

Upon seeing the address above, as a veteran police officer, he recognized it as absolutely genuine based on his years of experience.

Top-quality, genuine information.

At this moment, Cyril felt his legs go weak, as if his knees had rickets and he had no strength at all. He knelt down in front of Wayne with a "thud".

He held the piece of paper with the address written on it in one hand, and clutched his chest with the other. His face showed an expression of near-tears of emotion as he murmured:

"Oh... Mr. Wayne... no... please allow me to call you... Godfather..."

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"Even my parents have never moved me so much... By the saints above... Oh, Father Wayne... Thank you... Thank you for your blessings..."

As he spoke, he crawled forward on his knees, came to Wayne, took the hand with the ring, and kissed the Messiah's Ring, tears already streaming down his face.

At the same time, a low bark from a small dog rang out.

The puppy Wick suddenly appeared out of nowhere, wagging its tail and jumping into Wayne's arms, tilting its head to get a good look at Cyril, who had just kissed the ring and then went to kiss Wayne's footprints.

As the patrol chief of this neighborhood, Cyril had heard of the so-called "Godfather Wayne" before and knew that some small street gangs regarded him as their godfather.

Cyril initially scoffed at this, thinking it was just a bunch of low-class gangs sticking together for warmth.

Now, he finally understands the true value of the title "Godfather Wayne"!

Considering the high-level connections the other party had just demonstrated, we must latch onto this powerful figure.

Cyril looked up at Wayne with teary eyes and said:

"Oh, Godfather Wayne, I lost my parents when I was very young. After they divorced, they sent me to an orphanage. I never experienced true fatherly love..."

"If you don't mind, I really want to become your godson..."

Looking at the forty-something sheriff before him, almost twice his age, Wayne sighed with pity and said:

"Of course, Cyril, everyone deserves God's favor..."

Upon hearing Wayne's words, Cyril's eyes lit up with ecstasy, and he looked up and said:

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"Really? Oh, thank you for your kindness, Godfather Wayne!"

"I know you must have many godsons, but please rest assured, I will strive to be the most loyal one!"

Wayne remained calm as he looked at the seasoned, cunning cop in front of him.

Wanting to improve is a good thing.

He said at the moment:

"Now, let your colleagues in."

Cyril was taken aback, not understanding why Wayne wanted to bring his colleagues along.

However, since Godfather Wayne had spoken, he couldn't hesitate at all.

He immediately stood up and said towards the outside of the tent:

"Ahem, Sam, come in here for a moment."

Outside the tent, Sam, who had been feeling extremely uneasy, glanced at his colleagues and whispered to the officer named Zane:

"If Sheriff Cyril and I don't come out within ten minutes, you must immediately report to the department..."

With that, he walked nervously into the tent.

However, upon entering the tent, the expected torture or eerie altar did not appear; instead, an ordinary tent came into view.

Bruce Wayne was sitting cross-legged, holding a small black dog in his arms.

Meanwhile, his superior, Sheriff Cyril, stood respectfully beside Wayne, hands at his sides, like a loyal servant.

Cyril quickly said:

"Sir Wayne, Sam and I have been partners for two years. He is absolutely a good policeman who is loyal to the country and always holds himself to the standards of a patriot..."

Wayne nodded and said:

"In that case, we should not let a patriot suffer injustice and hardship."

As he spoke, he casually placed a stack of two thousand dollars in bills on his hand and said to Sam:

"Sam, my friend, this is what you should do."

Sam paused when he saw the stack of banknotes the other person took out. A look of longing flashed in his eyes, and he looked at Cyril beside him with a bit of confusion.

Cyril nodded and said:

"Take this. It's a gift from Mr. Wayne. You'll soon find that Mr. Wayne is an absolutely respectable and good man, a leader in the community."

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What are you pretending for? It's not like it's the first time.

"Not only that, Mr. Wayne has a deep relationship with the mayor and our dear chief. We are actually friends. Everything today is a misunderstanding."

Upon hearing his boss Cyril say this, Sam immediately realized what was going on.

It is clear that their boss and Mr. Wayne have reached some kind of agreement, and the two sides have completely transformed into a cooperative relationship.

Thinking of this, Sam breathed a long sigh of relief.

That makes sense. When Cyril was arguing with the other party earlier, he actually wanted to mediate.

However, due to his status, he simply couldn't speak up.

The situation is much better now.

Nobody turns down money.

He instantly relaxed, picked up the two thousand dollars in cash, a bright smile spreading across his face, and said as he put the money in his pocket:

"Oh, Mr. Wayne, thank you for your generosity. To be honest, I really need this money... It's so good that the misunderstanding between you and Sheriff Cyril has been cleared up..."

Seeing his trusted lieutenant so readily accepting the offer, Cyril couldn't help but smile proudly and said obsequiously to Wayne:

"Sir, please rest assured, Sam is definitely one of our own... The team I'm leading consists of intelligent people."

Then he looked up at Sam and said:

"Bring Bryce and the others in too. Have everyone split into groups of five, and come in one group at a time... Put your guns away."

"Tell them to be more alert and show the spirit of our patrol team."

"Come and meet our boss and patron, Mr. Bruce Wayne."

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