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Jinlu Street.

Among the police cars, Eileen was leading a team to inspect weapons and equipment.

After the previous human trafficking case, she became a rising star in the entire Seattle Police Department, receiving strong support from Deputy Chief Yvonne Wood and even having her own special investigation team.

The Seattle Police Department leadership used Erin as a tool to deal with long-standing backlogged cases.

Of course, these are mainly cases related to the Red Party, or cases that help the Blue Party's various bills.

Eileen currently has several cases under her control, and they are progressing smoothly at all levels.

She naturally understood that the higher-ups were dumping a lot of dirty, tiring, and offensive work on her, essentially using her as a front.

However, she also understood that even if the higher-ups didn't use her as a pawn, she would still conduct these investigations.

All for the sake of justice in my heart.

Eileen acted without any hesitation today.

Because it was that man's order.

"Eileen, are you sure we want to raid...the house of a former city councilor?"

"I can't speak," Judy, the policewoman standing nearby, asked in a low voice.

As an American police officer, she understood all too well who the police were for.

A former city councilor, church elder, and owner of an influential charity.

If the intelligence is wrong, the impact could be enormous.

Eileen said in a deep voice:

"Of course, my dear Judy, I've already received Deputy Chief Yvonne's permission. We're now reopening the investigation into the Antlers Serial Murders..."

Officer Benjamin, standing nearby, shrugged and said:

"Judy, you might not know this, but Danny Foster used to be a Republican congressman, and he was even preparing to run for state legislator..."

"Our beloved president went too far in Minnesota recently, and everyone wants to make their stance clear... Besides, we are the glorious and free state of Washington. Would you want a Republican state legislator?"

"Of course, everything we do is for fucking justice."

As she spoke, she winked at Judy.

He didn't believe that Danny Foster was really involved in the antler serial murders.

After all, this case is over a hundred years old, and it has been closed and reopened countless times.

How could it possibly be related to this Danny Foster?

It was simply a matter of higher-ups in the police department, or even higher-ups in Seattle and the state, wanting to use this opportunity to give Danny Foster a warning.

Eileen shook her head slightly and said:

"I have solid evidence, and there should be no doubt about the legitimacy of this operation."

"Now, let's get started."

As he spoke, he opened the car door and walked towards the house not far away, gun in hand.

Behind her, officers from the action team filed out of their vehicles, quickly forming a combat formation and surrounding the entire house.

Eileen went straight to the front door and rang the doorbell.

Soon, the door opened, and a well-dressed woman came to answer it; she was Danny Foster's maid.

Upon seeing the police officers at the door, she paused in surprise and said:

"Officer, what happened? Are there any violent criminals nearby?"

As a domestic helper for a high-income family living in an upscale community, she naturally wouldn't think that this place was related to any crime.

The police coming to her door was likely a warning, as they were searching for low-level criminals.

Unexpectedly, the policewoman in front of me flashed her badge and said:

"Madam, Seattle Police Department, we are here on orders to conduct a search. This is a search warrant."

The maid's expression changed, and she quickly said:

"Mr. and Mrs. Danny have already taken the children to the Gospel Witness Church for today's Christmas activities. I can't be there if they're not home..."

"I hope you know whose house you are searching. Mr. Danny is a former Seattle city councilman; he has connections throughout Seattle..."

Eileen said expressionlessly:

"Madam, we have obtained search rights, so please move aside."

The maid trembled and quickly stepped aside.

Several police officers filed in, and Eileen went straight to the backyard of the house.

Seeing that the policewoman leading the group did not enter the room but instead went directly to the backyard, the maid couldn't help but show a flustered expression.

He quickly pulled out his phone, wanting to call his employer, Danny Foster, but no one answered.

Come to think of it, today is a very joyous day, and the church must be filled with hymns.

In such important ceremonial occasions, many people turn their phones off or mute them.

To show their devotion to God.

Just then, a shout came from the backyard:

"Benjamin, get the breaching tools right now! There's a cellar here!"

……

In the church where the Gospel Witness was being heard, everyone turned to look at Wayne as Deacon George spoke.

Several elders of the council, along with guests from other churches who had come to witness the ceremony, all wore gloating smiles.

They all understood that Bruce Wayne was doomed this time.

Those people were brought by George; they were members of the Harvest Festival Church.

These people are naturally not like the homeless people under Wayne's command, who can be easily brainwashed by him or cooperate with his so-called "exorcism".

Even if the "exorcism" had even the slightest effect, the members of the Harvest Festival Church would not acknowledge it.

They will only agree with what their own steward says.

In other words, no matter what, Wayne's "saint" myth will be shattered.

He was utterly disgraced.

They might even be expelled by a united front of the entire Protestant evangelical church in Seattle.

If the other party doesn't respond, it further proves that all the talk of "saints" and "exorcisms" is fake, and they don't even have that much confidence.

Those homeless people who followed Wayne will likely be greatly disappointed and disperse.

Danny Foster looked at Wayne with a smile, anticipating his reaction.

This can be described as a perfectly legitimate and open scheme. He didn't even need to show his face himself; he only needed to have Deacon George of the Harvest Festival Church take action, and everything would be over.

"As expected of Mr. Danny..." Elder Dylan whispered, "For that Wayne, this is practically a game-winning shot!"

A hint of arrogance flashed in Danny Foster's eyes, and he was about to say something when Bruce Wayne suddenly stood up, drawing everyone's attention.

The black-haired, black-eyed man looked calmly at the dozen or so people from the Harvest Festival Church and slowly said:

"I had no intention of arguing, but only to spread God's blessings on behalf of God. Since you have been possessed by the devil, I will act as God's representative to do righteous things."

Deacon George gave a cold laugh and said:

"Since you've brought this upon yourself, then just wait to be exposed to your face... Jess, go ahead."

Beside him, a middle-aged bald man named Jess nodded, stepped forward from the crowd, approached Wayne, and said:

"Heretic, I'll see how you deceive the world!"

Wayne sighed and looked at the other person, saying:

"Jess, Lydia is gone from you. The Harvest Festival Church can't solve your problems. You need to quit drinking and protect your body... Your indulgence is tantamount to slow suicide, which God cannot allow."

Jess Strauss, an orc engineer from rural Washington state, turned to alcoholism after his wife Lydia left with their daughter. The real root of his problem lies in his past infidelity, which was discovered by his wife when he was young. His long-term alcoholism led to spiritual emptiness, which resulted in him joining the Harvest Festival Church and developing cirrhosis of the liver.

Upon hearing Wayne's words, Jess trembled, his face filled with disbelief, and he said in a trembling voice:

"How...how could you...investigate me? You...you're also in that Alcoholics Anonymous group?"

What the other person said was exactly the most crucial issue in his life.

But even many people in the church didn't know about his own alcoholism. How did Bruce Wayne find out?

The only explanation is that the other person also joined that Alcoholics Anonymous group, which is why they knew about him...

Wayne shook his head with a look of pity and said:

"Haven't you truly repented yet? You betrayed Lydia back then, which is why she's so disappointed in you. Your current actions are just an escape, Jess, you poor child. Do you often experience abdominal pain?"

Jess's face was filled with astonishment as he murmured:

"Impossible...you...impossible...how could you...?"

He had been experiencing liver pain for some time, but as a form of self-punishment, Jess had not gone to the hospital—after all, even if he wanted to go to the hospital, he would have to wait in line for about six months.

The pain has been getting worse lately, and it has made him feel somewhat fearful.

But only he himself knew this. How could this black-haired, black-eyed man know it?

Wayne said calmly:

"Jace, your liver has been possessed by an evil spirit. Only God can save you through my hand..."

"Now, bow your head. This is a matter of life and death."

Wayne's voice carried an undeniable authority, and Jess Strauss instinctively lowered his head before him.

Immediately afterwards, he felt Wayne's palm touch his forehead.

A sacred and solemn voice rang out:

"Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name, your kingdom come, your will be done, on earth as it is in heaven..."

As he spoke, Jess felt a warm power emanating from Wayne's palm and flowing towards his abdomen.

His liver seemed to be enveloped in sunlight, radiating a warm and comfortable feeling.

Soon, the other person raised their hand, and the feeling of comfort vanished.

The pain that had been troubling him for so long was now relieved.

It was as if I had received a new liver.

George, the deacon not far away, said loudly:

"Jace, is this heretic a fraud? Tell everyone, you didn't feel anything; it's all a lie! There was no miracle at all!"

Jess stared blankly at the compassionate, black-haired, black-eyed man before him, muttering to himself:

"I...I don't know..."

Your basic Witch Doctor skill has been improved (Master 7.0% + 0.1%).

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