I'm building Gundams in America

Chapter 206 God Wants to See You (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

On a dark street, Pepe Cervantes was running frantically, limping and unsteady.

Beside him, Matteo followed expressionlessly, appearing preoccupied.

Pepe was still in disbelief that the ICE agent had actually let him go.

And they didn't even mention any conditions.

However, the more this is the case, the more it indicates that the other party has bigger ambitions.

It's very likely that they want to cooperate with him long-term.

Pepe was equally delighted with this, and even seemed a little excited.

Judging from that person's behavior, he must hold a certain position within ICE.

If that's the case, then it makes sense why the other party let him go.

They want to monetize their power.

Having dealt with the Mexican government, military, and police for many years, Pepe has corrupted countless Mexican officials.

They even bribed many border control and immigration officials in the United States.

For him, Mexico is America, and America is Mexico.

Both sides are equally corrupt.

In many cases, the United States is even more openly corrupt.

Political donations made with a clear conscience.

Once things calm down, he plans to contact the ICE officer he just spoke to immediately.

All you need to do is look at the news and find the person who stands out the most tonight.

Once the Seattle ICE route is opened, dollars will surely pour in.

Compared to this, the losses we incur tonight are nothing.

Even Al Mengjo would look at him with new respect, and his distant cousin, Mengjo's wife, would certainly give him more support.

As Pepe was pondering this, she suddenly heard melodious music coming from a villa not far away. She was startled and murmured, "This is... Memories of the Alhambra?"

Then he suddenly frowned: "Pol has betrayed us?"

Among the men he brought was a fellow named Paul, who was skilled at playing the guitar.

This piece, "Recuerdos de la Alhambra," is one of Bohr's most accomplished compositions.

Pepe herself would sometimes call Paul over and have him play a few tunes on the guitar in her bedroom as background music for flirting with her lover Maria.

He was absolutely certain that the player was using Bohr's technique, and even the force of the finger tremolo was exactly the same!

Pepe reached a conclusion almost instantly:

Bohr didn't die; in fact, he betrayed them.

Otherwise, how could he possibly be playing guitar in his mother's villa?

But he didn't have time to worry about such details now. He looked at Matteo beside him and said, "Mateo, brother, you've really had a hard time tonight—but as the Mexican proverb says, a friend in need is a friend indeed. I think we've become true brothers."

"Once this storm passes, I'll put you in charge of street distribution throughout Seattle."

Pepe patted Matteo on the shoulder with a sincere expression and said.

Just then, Pepe's phone rang suddenly. He immediately pressed the answer button and quickly said, "Raphael, my brother, have your men arrived? Today has been a really tough day, but thankfully God still left you with me—"

Matteo suddenly realized that the usually ruthless and cunning Pepe had suddenly transformed into a warm and pleasant person.

He understood, of course, that this was merely a performance by Pepe in a desperate situation.

Once the other party regains power, they will definitely revert to their original arrogant behavior.

For a moment, he hesitated whether he should take advantage of their time alone to shoot Pepe in the back and avenge his lover Maria.

Just then, Pepe, who was on the phone, turned around and smiled at him, saying to Raphael on the other end of the line, "Yes, Raphael, the Matteo brothers are with me. Come on, I can't wait."

Matteo was startled.

Raphael already knows he's here, and if he kills Pepe now, CJNG will definitely find out.

With the organization offering a huge bounty, he would have no way to escape.

Just as he hesitated, a black minivan drove up the street in the night and suddenly braked, stopping right next to them.

The car door opened instantly, revealing Raphael's face, who greeted the two men warmly, "Brother Pepe, Brother Matteo, get in!"

Pepe glanced into the car, then smiled broadly, climbed in, and opened her arms to hug Raphael.

He said, "Raphael, my brother, a friend in need is a friend indeed. I encountered a small problem tonight, and I thank you for your timely appearance."

"I think I'm really not suited for Seattle. I'm ready to leave immediately. If it's convenient, please arrange for someone to take me south to the border wall."

As he spoke, Pepe sat down in the middle seat with an air of nonchalance, resuming his boss-like demeanor, and continued, "Fortunately, I arranged for that twelve-man special tactical squad to be stationed elsewhere. I have already contacted the squad leader, Augustus, and told him that I am with you and that he is on his way."

Matteo, who was sitting to the side, suddenly raised his eyebrows.

Most of the tactical squad had been riddled with bullets by heavy machine guns and grenades, and the squad leader, Augustus, had most likely died at the hands of that mysterious man.

Pepe's words clearly indicate that he also doesn't trust Raphael and wants to make the other party hesitate to act rashly.

Raphael smiled slightly but didn't reply. Instead, he asked, "Pepe, do you remember the Garcia brothers?"

Pepe paused, then asked, "Who is that? Is he also one of our CJNG brothers? Since he's your brother, then he's my brother, Brother Raphael. I'd like to meet him."

Raphael continued with a forced smile, "Garcia is my brother who risked his life for me. When I was establishing myself in Seattle, I was being chased by the police, and Garcia took a bullet for me—"

Pepe quickly smiled and said, "He is truly a hero! That's wonderful! I can't wait to meet this heroic brother."

Raphael nodded slightly and said, "You'll see him soon. I only learned after I came out of King County Correctional Center that the Garcia brothers, because they were protecting my position, were put into gasoline drums by you under the guise of being undercover police officers, filled with cement, and sunk in Seattle Bay."

Pepe's eyes widened, her whole body trembled, and she suddenly looked at the car door, preparing to jump out. At the same time, she quickly said, "Brother Raphael, there must be some misunderstanding here. I think it can all be explained—"

"You've done a great job this time. I can introduce you to Mr. Menjo. I'm personally preparing to retire, and the business in Seattle will be handed over to you."

Just then, Pepe suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck. Two gunmen sitting in the back seat had already pressed guns against his and Matteo's necks.

This is the coolness of the muffler.

Raphael said calmly, "Pepe, you fucking bitch, do you know what the most infuriating thing is? It's that you always treat everyone else like fools."

"I think your distant cousin did give you that confidence, but you acted like a spoiled child, which was disgusting."

"You can do that in Mexico, but this is Seattle, and Menjo's tentacles can't reach here."

Pepe's exaggerated expression had vanished, replaced by a calm and swift response: "What do you want to do? Are you betraying Mr. Menjo? Don't forget you belong to CJG!"

Raphael shook his head and said, "You may regard Menjo as a god-like being—I used to be too, but now, my god is someone else. He wants to see you."

The entire courtyard and interior of the villa were now brightly lit.

An ambulance drove into the yard, and several injured ICE agents were carried into the vehicle on stretchers.

Many ICE agents, some with solemn expressions and even some menacing looks, blocked reporters who wanted to rush into the room.

Even some local police officers were ordered by ICE not to enter the house.

When dealing with drug traffickers, the agents may be relatively mild-mannered, but when facing their own country's police and journalists, they must strike hard.

If I can't take down drug dealers, I can still take down you, right?

Panting, Hunter ran wildly into the villa that now resembled a war-torn ruin.

Upon seeing Rhodes, he quickly asked:

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"Where are the saints?"

Rod pointed expressionlessly to the second floor, and Hunter immediately scrambled up the stairs.

Seeing the corpses and body parts that appeared from time to time, Hunter couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.

He wasn't a veteran; he got to his current position mainly by aligning himself with the right people within the system.

Although I have led teams to arrest many illegal immigrants before, this is the first time I have seen such a scene.

When he passed by the room that had been shattered by heavy machine gun fire and saw the body parts and entrails scattered all over the floor, he almost vomited.

Fortunately, the melodious guitar music soothed his heart.

When Hunter ran all the way to the bedroom at the end of the corridor, he immediately saw a scene that shocked him.

Wayne was sitting on the sofa with an automatic rifle beside him, calmly playing the guitar.

Meanwhile, his ICE agents, from the arrest team, were kneeling on the ground with their eyes closed, praying.

It was as if a group of soldiers who had just experienced a brutal war were receiving a blessing from the army chaplain.

The moonlight shone on everyone's shoulders, making the scene seem incredibly sacred!

Seeing that Wayne was alright, Hunter finally breathed a sigh of relief.

At the same time, I was secretly moved.

I never expected Wayne to play the guitar, and this piece was truly soothing.

As is customary, the agents involved in such a major incident involving shootings are given immediate psychological support afterward.

This makes mental adjustment much easier.

Of course, administrative leave following the fatal shooting was unavoidable.

Many agents will likely be getting administrative leave this time.

At this point, the music gradually subsided until it completely disappeared.

The agents present opened their eyes, made the sign of the cross on their chests, said "Amen," and then slowly stood up.

But the way they looked at Wayne was like a lamb looking at a shepherd.

A combat priest who can exorcise evil spirits and bestow blessings, while also possessing explosive combat power, capable of suppressing an entire drug trafficking group single-handedly.

These are no longer brothers.

This is his biological father.

Hunter quickly squeezed into the room and said to Wayne, "Manager Wayne, God bless you, you've done an incredible job this time! If it weren't for you, these damn illegal immigrant thugs would have committed a major crime all over Seattle!"

"I will propose to Director Camilla that you be nominated for the DHS Ministerial Medal of Valor!"

As an internal award within ICE, the Minister of the DHS Medal of Valor is the highest level of honor.

Wayne shook his head and said, "It's a pity a few escaped—"

"But they left these things behind—"

As he spoke, he suddenly lifted the large bed, revealing a huge cabinet underneath.

It was filled with fentanyl tablets and packets of white powder.

On the other side, there were several large bags of green banknotes, roughly estimated to be at least one million US dollars.

There were also some guns and ammunition in the box next to it.

It even contained US military-grade hand grenades and rocket launchers.

This was all Pepe Cervantes's initial funding.

Upon seeing these things, Hunter's breathing became much more rapid.

He knew that this time the situation was completely secure!