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Chapter 86 Mike's Kidnapping (Third Update, Requesting Monthly Tickets)

After leaving Wayne's tent, Eileen glanced at the long line outside and hurried toward the street corner.

Along the way, she was horrified to discover that the street was extremely densely populated with homeless people, numbering at least several hundred, far exceeding other neighborhoods.

Some homeless people were even praying towards Wayne's tent from afar.

Only then did she realize with a start that she had completely overlooked this point when she came over.

Wayne's influence among these homeless people far exceeded her expectations.

But that's not what she should be thinking about right now. What Eileen is most worried about is her boss Owen's attitude.

Although she turned off the eavesdropping device immediately, it was too late. If Owen had heard the first part of her sentence, she would have been in danger.

She's not the kind of big-breasted, brainless person who immediately believes whatever others say offhand.

Instead, they make judgments based entirely on their own experience and professional competence.

Before receiving this news, she would never have doubted Owen, but now, looking back at some previous events, she immediately felt that the other party was full of loopholes.

As she was thinking this, she arrived at a van on the street corner, opened the back door, and climbed inside.

The carriage had been converted into a small workshop, where Sergeant Owen and Technician Darian, wearing headphones, were waiting for her.

"Eileen, what happened? After that damn guy said his first words, all we heard from the equipment was static," Owen said, frowning.

Eileen paused, then relaxed, shrugging and saying, "The equipment was probably broken. I've confirmed that he's not practicing medicine illegally; he's just a medium who uses exorcism as a front, like those people in the White House."

Irving frowned. "Damn, didn't he receive any assisted medical treatment?"

Eileen shook her head decisively and said, "No, he just put his hands on my head and did some chanting that was like an entertainment performance."

In Seattle, providing paid spiritual services without a license is also illegal. Although it is a misdemeanor, if caught, one can face a fine of up to $1000 or 90 days in jail, and the penalties will escalate if the violation continues.

There are only two situations in which an exemption can be obtained:

Firstly, it refers to clergy members of formal religious organizations who provide spiritual guidance during religious ceremonies or activities, but independent services of a commercial nature are not included in this category.

Secondly, it is an impromptu entertainment performance, and it does not provide personalized answers to questions, nor does it charge any fees.

Irving frowned and asked, "Did he take the money?"

Eileen shook her head: "No, I prepared three hundred dollars in cash, saying it was an offering to him, but he returned it to me and didn't accept it—I think he's a real medium."

Irving cursed under his breath, "Damn it, is he some kind of religious lunatic? The intelligence was wrong. Today's operation is canceled. Continue the investigation."

As he spoke, he grumbled and took off his headphones, throwing them aside.

Jose has been unable to contact his gang, and he still hasn't received his pay for this month.

That's a full twenty thousand US dollars; he needs that money to pay for the new car and all sorts of other expenses.

However, his attempt to investigate a homeless man's illegal medical practice, commissioned by a high-ranking official in the police department, ultimately proved futile.

Irving was instantly overwhelmed by feelings of frustration.

He needed to vent his anger somewhere; maybe he could wander into the illegal immigrant community and catch some of those damned, unyielding yellow-skinned monkeys.

Seeing the dejected Owen, Eileen remained calm and returned to the station with the others.

She took a short leave of absence, changed her clothes, and quickly drove to a nursing home.

This is an ordinary private nursing home where her mother, Miranda, lives.

After registering her identity and submitting a visitation request, Eileen quickly met her mother in a semi-private room.

An old woman with gray and messy hair sat on the edge of the bed like a puppet.

"Mom—" Eileen walked over and hugged her mother tightly.

Even though she never responded, Eileen felt a sense of peace.

This is her mother.

She looked closely at her mother's face and noticed that Miranda seemed even more withered than during her last visit.

The monthly cost for a semi-private double room at this nursing home is $10500.

It includes memory care, rehabilitation therapy, etc.

Although Miranda has purchased long-term care insurance, which covers most of the costs, she still has to pay two to three thousand dollars each month.

Otherwise, her mother would be kicked out.

As an ordinary police officer, this expense also puts a lot of pressure on Eileen's life.

Just a few days ago, she even sold her blood to pay off her student loans.

Compared to the pressures of daily life, the greatest pressure comes from the mental stress of not being able to communicate with my mother.

She was so lonely.

Only when she visits her mother in the nursing home and hugs her can she feel true peace in her heart.

"Remember to bring Miranda to see me—she shouldn't have to suffer like this, living in a place like that—"

Wayne's words echoed in Eileen's mind, along with news of Irving's corruption, causing her thoughts to swirl and her head to feel a jumbled mess.

Just then, a well-dressed white woman approached her, flashed a standard professional smile, and said, "Ms. Eileen, I didn't expect you to come to visit today. I was just about to call you."

Eileen nodded and said, "Ms. Edith, is there anything I can help you with?"

The person in front of me is Edith, the business manager of this nursing home.

The other person continued with a professional smile and said, "The insurance company just informed me today that Miranda's long-term care insurance will expire next month. You will need to transfer her to Medicaid or pay out of pocket—oh, poor Miranda, she is the quietest patient I have ever met."

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Eileen's eyes widened like a threatened raccoon, and she shouted, "How could this be! They can't do this! We bought long-term care insurance, they—"

Edith sighed and said, "Eileen, it's not my fault. You can talk to the insurance agent; they seem to have changed some terms and standards—"

"You know they have the right to do that. Thank Luigi, if it weren't for him, Miranda's insurance might have expired two years ago."

A wave of despair washed over Eileen.

Insurance companies have a rejection rate of over 20%, with some companies even rejecting up to 60% of applications, and all of them have highly professional legal teams.

Individuals simply don't have the money, time, or energy to fight such a lawsuit.

However, with her personal income, her monthly salary is not even enough to cover her mother's monthly care expenses.

If she were to transfer to a cheap public nursing home, not to mention the issue of whether there would be any available spots, the chaotic management alone would be unbearable for her.

Moreover, she had no doubt that, given her mother's inability to care for herself, she would be raped by the people inside on her very first day.

"Eileen, darling, you have more than a week to think it over."

Edith gave him a sympathetic look, then turned and left.

Eileen sat on the edge of the bed, hugging her mother, feeling betrayed by the country once again.

The last time was when her father sacrificed his life.

God—what should I do?

Due to yesterday's impact, there were only five or six patients who came for paid treatment today.

Later, considering that the police were already watching him, Wayne simply opened up the quota of free exorcisms and blessings.

By the afternoon, he had finished exorcising evil spirits and bestowing blessings on 13 people, and his spiritual energy was 0.2 left.

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His basic witch doctor skills have been upgraded to (88% mastery).

Soon to reach 100% specialization!

Unfortunately, there weren't many patients today.

Just then, a familiar voice rang out: "Dear Mr. Wayne, I've returned to you as you instructed, like a fucking nigger seeing a watermelon and fried chicken!"

The tent flap was lifted, and Wayne looked up and couldn't help but laugh, "Ms. Sila, you are such a good and obedient girl."

The woman who arrived was Silas Jones, a Black woman and the widow of the Black Panther Party member.

The woman swayed her plump buttocks as she sat down in front of Wayne, laughing loudly as she said, "Of course, sir, I must follow your instructions. After all, you said those evil spirits of the deep state are still inside me, and I'm really afraid they'll crawl into my womb and make me give birth to a bunch of fucking KKKs—"

"God, hey, you know what? Last night was the best night's sleep I've had in years. It felt like the heavens were supporting me on their breasts, like I was a baby being nursed by Michael—"

"I also dreamed about my husband Cole. God, I haven't dreamed about him in years. In the dream, we were being chased by the FBI together, and then in a speeding car, we had an unprecedented spiritual and physical union. God, I've never been so happy—"

As she spoke, Silas's tears flowed again.

She wiped away her tears, murmuring, "Oh, sir, I just wanted you to know how grateful I am that I'm living like a human being, not a machine of pain—"

Seeing that she was about to say something more, Wayne smiled and shook his head, interrupting her, saying, "Sira, you deserve this. I think Cole will be happy in heaven."

Silla shrugged and said, "That's hard to say. After all, I'm still lying in Michael's arms. Cole was quite stingy about that back in the day—"

As she spoke, she made a prayer-like gesture again, bowing her head devoutly: "But I'm not afraid of him getting angry, after all, the saint is on my side—"

Wayne couldn't help but chuckle, raised his hand and placed it on her head to begin the follow-up treatment.

Sila finally shut her mouth, revealing a look of relief.

Just then, Wayne's phone suddenly rang.

He picked up the phone and pressed the answer button. David's urgent voice immediately came through: "Bro, something's wrong! We just came back from collecting a body and were on the next street when the Blood Gang stopped our car. Mike's been captured! Gold Chain Thor says Mike cheated on him and he'll make him pay!"

"I think the Blood Gang's Pirus gang was well-prepared this time. There are at least thirty of them, and they're all armed! Don't come. Send old Will and White over here, and bring their guns!"

Wayne calmly asked, "Brother David, don't rush, give me a specific address."

After hanging up the phone, Wayne looked at Silas in front of him and said, "Madam, I need you to come with me somewhere."