I'm building Gundams in America

Chapter 207 God's Judgment (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Such a large commotion in this community, and with such a fierce battle, would inevitably provoke conflict from local officials, the police, and even the community itself.

While this case, with its massive scale, may not be comparable to sensational events like school shootings, concert shootings, or the White House shooting, and may not make it into the national headlines, it will definitely be a hot topic in Seattle.

Of course, it's still very difficult for Toutiao.

However, this will also bring considerable public pressure to ICE.

Now, with the recovered stolen money and enhancement agents, Hunter is confident he can handle any form of criticism!

As for anti-ICE organizations like the Washington ICE Alert Stop Movement, that's even simpler.

Those damn illegal immigrant drug dealers killed your people.

We ICE agents not only don't hate you, but we repay evil with kindness and take down those illegal immigrants and drug dealers to avenge you.

We ICE are the real, fucking, saintly figures with boundless love!

Go ahead and compete.

Upon seeing the millions of dollars in stolen money, the ICE agents present all cheered.

According to federal law and ICE internal regulations, the money cannot be distributed directly after it has been seized.

All seized cash or assets must first be deposited into the Federal Asset Forfeiture Fund (AFF), which is managed by the Department of Justice. Congress may allocate a portion of the funds back to ICE as law enforcement incentive bonuses.

In other words, at least some of these stolen funds can still return to the hands of these agents.

That's why they cheered.

Not only will there be a large bonus after this case, but a portion of the embezzled funds will also be included in subsequent bonuses.

"Manager Wayne, thank you for your generosity—" Kevin said to Wayne in a deep voice.

Without Wayne, they wouldn't have gotten involved in this case, and they wouldn't have had the chance to win these prizes.

The agents present all looked at Wayne with gratitude.

He can save lives, fight, and help everyone generate income; he's practically a movie-worthy leader.

Wayne waved his hand dismissively and said, "For America."

Everyone was once again filled with awe and respect.

The money was already hidden in the villa, and it would definitely be found by ICE agents later, so it's better to take it out and do someone a favor first.

And ultimately, the bonuses went back to these agents, which could be considered as training their own army.

The real big prize will come from Pepe.

Hunter then said to Wayne with a smug look on his face, "Director Wayne, let's go. There are a lot of reporters and local Seattle police officers outside. Let's go meet them and let them know who our ICE's real heroes are."

Wayne shook his head, sighed, and said with a look of pity, "I've never done this for fame or fortune, but only for this country. Besides, I've never liked this kind of thing, so I'll have to trouble Director Hunter to do it for me."

He then removed his bulletproof vest and combat uniform, along with his automatic rifle and pistol, and threw them at his feet. Looking around at everyone, he said, "Gentlemen, enjoy tonight's victory. I have some things to attend to, so I'll be leaving now."

As he spoke, Wayne walked down the stairs, leading Rhodes and the other two, and left through the back door of the villa, disappearing into the night.

This scene once again deeply shocked everyone present.

Many former redneck agents even felt ashamed of their obsession with money and fame.

I consider myself a patriot, but I've also been overjoyed and excited when faced with the treatment from ICE and the rewards for catching illegal immigrants.

Mr. Wayne, however, was not tempted at all by the millions of dollars, as if they were just a pile of waste paper.

What is MAGA?

Manager Wayne, that's the real MAGA!

Hunter took a deep breath, regaining the authority and solemnity befitting a leader, and ordered the agents present, "Since Director Wayne doesn't want it public, we have an obligation to keep it a secret. Tonight's events will only be circulated internally and must not be leaked to the media! Understand?"

Hunter then added emphatically, "This is Director Wayne's order!"

The dozens of agents present immediately replied in unison, "Yes, sir!"

Henry nodded and then said, "Very good. Protect the scene and don't let anyone break into this building. Wait for backup from headquarters."

He then started walking downstairs.

As soon as I stepped out of the building, a flurry of flashes went off in front of me.

It was the media that rushed over.

"Director Hunter, Seattle Times, could you please provide a brief overview of the case?"

"Chief Hunter, is it reasonable for ICE to openly deploy armored vehicles and even use explosives to bombard a community villa in order to arrest illegal immigrants?"

"KNIG5, we understand that a citizen who participated in the Washington, D.C. ICE Alert Prevention Movement was killed. Is this strong evidence of ICE brutality?"

"According to residents in the area, it looks like a war has taken place here. Are there any surviving illegal immigrants? Was this a massacre targeting illegal immigrants?"

As a key city in a blue state, Seattle's media outlets, which supposedly control the fourth estate, are mostly biased towards the Democratic Party, and therefore have always been averse to or even hated organizations like ICE.

At this point, the questions from the media were particularly sharp, even bordering on harsh and preconceived.

""

Normally, Hunter would be completely overwhelmed by this situation, stammering and unable to speak at all.

Now, with the confidence Wayne gave him, Hunter was full of self-assurance.

Raising his head high and speaking solemnly, he declared, "Today, the actions of our agents were truly remarkable!"

"The heinous CJNG drug cartel has established a hideout in Seattle, intending to use it as a base to control the entire Washington state underworld!"

"They even brought hundreds of thousands of fentanyl tablets and tens of kilograms of fentanyl powder, as well as a large quantity of weapons and ammunition."

"For this, they also killed a good citizen who was part of the Washington, D.C. All-People ICE Alert Stopping Campaign."

"Such atrocities provoked strong indignation from ICE agents. Undeterred by death, they braved a hail of bullets and even RPG rockets from these thugs, storming into the building and eliminating the rioters!"

"Many agents were seriously injured as a result. I think we should applaud and cheer for the patriotic actions of the ICE agents who risked their lives!"

"MAGA!"

The little dog Wick was running wildly down the street, sometimes in front of Wayne, sometimes behind him, and occasionally leaping into the roadside bushes.

Wayne could see that after being upgraded to a level 2 jungle war dog, the puppy Wick had become noticeably larger.

You can even see its strong muscles, bulging and bulging, as if it just came out of the gym.

Moreover, its teeth seem to be sharper, with an amazing bite force.

Wayne casually tossed a branch about the thickness of his wrist, and the little dog Wick leaped up and snapped it in two in one bite.

It's as tough as steel pliers.

His combat power has clearly increased significantly, and Wayne has no doubt that Wick's full set of sharp teeth could easily tear a person's throat open.

It's an absolute treasure for urban warfare.

The steel jungle is also a jungle.

As for other abilities, none have been discovered yet.

Rhodes and the other two standing nearby were also secretly alarmed.

They were veterans of the battlefield, so they naturally understood how important a well-trained military dog ​​was.

The speed and power this dog displayed far exceeded that of any military dog ​​they had ever seen.

By this time, the group had walked out of the block they had just left and arrived in front of an eighteen-year-old Toyota sedan.

Mike opened the passenger door and said, "Wayne, get in."

Wayne got into the passenger seat, nodded, and said, "Brother Mike, you've worked so hard this late."

Rhodes and the other two exchanged a glance and climbed into the back seat.

The Toyota sedan started its engine and sputtered into the night.

As Mike drove, a smile played on his lips as he murmured, "Bro, another bountiful night?"

Wayne smiled slightly and said, "Yes, bro, it's another bountiful night."

The Toyota sedan drove eastward and soon arrived at a low-end community.

The Toyota sedan stopped at the side of the road, and Wayne got out, already wearing a robe and removing his mask.

The dog Wick got out of the car and wagged its tail and circled around Wayne, as if to say that it still liked the outfit.

Wayne, with his dog Wick by his side, walked lightly toward a house in front of him.

Mike stayed in the car, while Rhodes and the other two made a tactical hand signal, quickly spreading out in all directions with their pistols to provide cover.

Wayne arrived at the house and gently knocked on the door.

Three long and two short.

This is the agreed-upon code.

The door opened immediately, and a tall figure appeared in front of Wayne.

It was Raphael.

Upon seeing the calm-looking man with black hair and black eyes, Raphael did not hesitate at all and immediately knelt down in front of him, saying, "Godfather, the target is in the room, and they still don't understand what happened."

Wayne patted him on the shoulder, looked at the living room covered with plastic sheeting, and at the two figures tied to chairs, and said, "Raphael, my child, you did very well—"

"Let's begin."