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Chapter 95 The Saint Goes to Prison (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

[Owen Marshall, an enforcer of the Dark Court, has long faced financial difficulties and accepts bribes from the Jose Gang, a two-headed ogre tribe. He also accepts bribes from Jimmy, another enforcer of the Dark Court, and uses this to lure a goblin vagrant into reporting you for illegal exorcism, leading to your arrest and conviction.]

Wayne remained calm as he looked at the content displayed on the panel in front of him.

He originally intended to go find this Irving, but unexpectedly, the other party came to him on his own initiative.

Upon seeing the police officers rushing into the tent, Eileen exclaimed, "Captain Owen? What are you doing—wasn't the operation canceled?"

Several of her colleagues rushed into the tent, led by Captain Owen.

Irving clearly hadn't expected to run into Eileen here. He frowned and said, "Eileen, what are you doing here? Didn't you take the day off?"

He then waved his hand and said, "If you want to investigate privately, there's nothing to investigate. Someone has already reported Wayne for illegally charging for exorcisms, and the evidence is conclusive. We're here to arrest him."

He knew all too well that his subordinate, Eileen, was a bit stubborn and acted too much according to so-called justice.

After some previous operations failed, Eileen had investigated on her own.

It seems that Eileen thought the operation had failed, so she came to investigate on her own.

Irving never liked this serious personality; it was just as repulsive as her deadbeat father.

You're risking your life for a few thousand yuan a month?

Moreover, this was a sign of disorganization and lack of discipline, which put him, the team leader, in a very passive position.

However, since the other party is his subordinate, he should still give him some encouragement.

In the future, when we encounter any dangerous, dirty, or tiring work, we'll still be counting on these hotheads to rush to the front lines as cannon fodder.

She immediately comforted him, saying, "Officer Eileen, you did a great job, and I'm proud of you. However, there's no need to investigate the illegal medical practice anymore; we already have other evidence of Mr. Wayne's illegal activities."

Eileen said urgently, "Captain Owen, that's not how it is! According to my investigation, Mr. Wayne not only did not practice medicine illegally, but he also did not perform exorcisms for free. He was just—performing entertaining mediumship performances, and it was completely free. You can't arrest him."

Owen frowned, his expression darkening, and said to Eileen, "Officer Eileen, I think there must be something wrong with your investigation—a free performance? Then—what is this?"

As he spoke, he pointed to the cash in the pile of voodoo bones in front of Wayne and asked, squinting his eyes.

Judging from the amount of cash, it's at least a thousand US dollars!

Irving's breathing quickened for a moment.

This is absolutely enough to warrant a conviction.

Moreover, once Wayne is convicted, he can get the money promised by the person behind it all.

His mortgage and car loan payments for this month can be perfectly resolved.

It would even be enough to cover his expenses for the next few months.

By then, Jose, the leader of Jose's gang, will have been released from prison, and they will be able to continue their long-term cooperation.

At that time, his income will stabilize, and he won't have to worry about it every day like he does now.

Eileen's expression changed in surprise, and she quickly said, "Those were all donations from those Voodoo believers, right, Mr. Wayne?"

"Under existing laws and regulations, Mr. Wayne has the right to religious freedom. He can perform free spiritual performances, and believers can make donations, which is not illegal."

Her last few words were directed at Wayne, and she even winked at him almost imperceptibly, trying to get him to cooperate as soon as possible.

Based on her understanding of Captain Irving, she knew that if Wayne didn't stand up for himself, he would definitely be taken away on the spot.

Once you're in there, it'll be difficult to get released without charge.

Owen's expression grew increasingly grim, and he narrowed his eyes, saying, "Officer Eileen, is this all you found out by taking time off to investigate? You've disappointed me greatly!"

Originally, because of the other party's appearance and figure, Irving had been trying to use his power to lure her into becoming his plaything.

In retrospect, the idea that blondes are all brawn and no brains is absolutely true.

This idiot actually defended a criminal.

Irving continued, "You'd better take those words to my whistleblower and the evidence—Mr. Wayne, put your hands up and get down on the ground right now, or you'll face the consequences!"

As he spoke, he raised the gun in his hand and aimed it at Wayne.

Eileen quickly stepped forward to stop them: "Officer Owen, you can't do this!"

A police officer standing next to Owen, with one hand on his gun and the other blocking Eileen, said, "Hey, Eileen, don't do this. You know the rules. You're making things difficult for everyone."

This was Jeff, a middle-aged white police officer who had a good relationship with Eileen. He quickly shook his head at Eileen, signaling her not to act impulsively.

If Eileen really clashes with them, losing her job would be the least of her worries; she could very well be sentenced for dereliction of duty.

The United States has a wide variety of punishments and crimes, so there's bound to be one that suits her.

"You blasphemers! Anyone who dares to disrespect the saints, I'll send him to hell right now!" A loud roar rang out, and old Will suddenly drew his double-barreled shotgun and aimed it at Owen's head.

Behind him, White and several of Wayne's followers all raised their guns and aimed them at Irving and the others.

"They are persecuting saints!"

"God, this is a sin against the Messiah! You deserve to go to hell!"

"The Roman governor killed Christ; we cannot allow these corrupt police officers to harm the saints any longer!"

"Mr. Wayne saved my life, and I will repay him with my own to ensure he is not harmed—"

A series of sounds rang out, like metal raindrops striking a copper plate.

Even the tent where Wayne was located was pushed to one side and fell over, revealing the scene outside.

The four police officers, including Owen, who had been so aggressive, were now all wide-eyed and stunned.

"My God—" Jeff, the police officer who stopped Eileen, couldn't help but let out a low cry.

They saw at least several dozen homeless people around them, half of whom were armed, with a dense array of gun barrels pointed directly at the four of them.

Irving muttered a curse under his breath: "Damn it!"

He had previously learned that Wayne was just a so-called spiritual medium who illegally charged for exorcisms on the street, and that he could get a generous reward if he could capture this guy.

Irving was already quite familiar with this street, knowing that it was originally a predominantly Chinese and Asian community, full of docile and harmless people.

Although many new homeless shelters have opened, increasing the number of homeless people here, most of them are addicted to performance-enhancing drugs, social scum, and cowards.

When faced with the police, they would only feel fear; there was no way anyone would resist.

This was a very easy operation.

Just grab this guy and you'll make a fortune.

He never expected that what he found here would be completely different from what he had imagined!

How come this Wayne has so many damn homeless people supporting him?

What is this?

King of the homeless?

He quickly raised his hands, flashed a standard American smile, and said loudly, "Easy, easy, relax, my friend, we mean no harm, we're just following the rules—"

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Another policeman standing nearby raised his hands and whispered, "Captain, we need backup! Looks like we have to get them to send the damn special operations team over. These homeless people are all fucking—"

Before he could finish his sentence, White had already pressed a gun to his temple and slowly said, "Blabulator, your special forces team can come and collect your bodies. Now, make the call."

"Sir, I think this must be a misunderstanding!" Owen cursed his subordinate's insanity in his heart, but still smiled broadly and said to Wayne, "Mr. Wayne, please believe me, we have no malicious intent. We just received a report—according to federal law and relevant Washington state laws, we must—"

"No one is taking the gentleman away!" Old Will roared, as he swiftly chambered a round for his double-barreled shotgun.

With just a word or even a glance from Wayne, he could smash this damned disrespectful guy's head to pieces!

"Damn it!" Irving cursed inwardly, feeling like he was suffocating.

If he had known beforehand that Wayne had a group of religious fanatics under his command, he would never have rashly come to arrest him.

That would require at least several police squads to conduct a sting operation.

Seeing that they were completely stuck there, Owen took a deep breath and said to Eileen in a somewhat pleading voice, "Eileen, perhaps you could help me talk to Mr. Wayne. We really don't mean any harm—"

Eileen remained expressionless and did not speak.

Just then, a gentle voice suddenly rang out: "Will, White, tell everyone to put their guns away."

It was Wayne's voice.

Everyone stared at Wayne in astonishment, momentarily at a loss for what to do.

Old Will said anxiously, "But sir—"

Wayne said calmly, "Do you obey my orders?"

Panic flashed in the eyes of old Will and White. They exchanged a glance and then put away their guns.

The surrounding followers and homeless people quickly put their guns away.

They weren't afraid of a gunfight with the police; they were afraid of angering Wayne.

Wayne then looked at Owen, stretched out his hands, and said, "Officer Owen, if you want to arrest me, then do it."

Irving looked stunned, took a deep breath, and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Wayne, are you serious?"

He was used to entrapment operations, and he was afraid that this might be a trap set by the other party.

If you dare to handcuff the other person, he might be met with a hail of bullets.

Wayne said calmly, "I obey the law."

That damn religious lunatic, he really thinks he's a saint!

Owen cursed inwardly, but put on an apologetic expression and said, "Mr. Wayne, please believe me, I have absolute respect for you, but I have no choice but to do so according to the law—"

Then, noticing the murderous glint in Old Will's and the others' eyes, he quickly said, "But we don't need the handcuffs. Just come with us—"

Wayne smiled slightly and said, "Okay, Officer Owen, Officer Henry, Officer Jeff, Officer Felix, I think we can go now."

With that, he stepped out of the tent and headed towards the police car.

Upon hearing Wayne accurately pronounce their names, Owen's men felt a chill run down their spines and quickly followed.

The homeless people gathered around quickly made way for Wayne to pass.

Their eyes were filled with sorrow and pleading, and many of them shed tears.

They had already heard the charges the policemen had fabricated against the saint, who was about to be punished for saving them.

Like Christ being captured by Roman soldiers.

"God, this is a disgrace to America—the last righteous man has been captured by them, just because he did righteous things for God in this world—" Old Will murmured.

"This country deserves to go to hell—"

As he spoke, Wayne had already arrived at the police car with its flashing lights and walked inside amidst the gazes of the homeless people who looked at him like children looking at their father.

Your golden title of Saint has been upgraded (15%+1)

[Reputation 10]

[Experience points +3]