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As darkness fell, the lights of Los Angeles gradually came on, and the entire city began to glow brightly.

As night falls, the sirens become more frequent and intense, making the city more bustling.

It was as if a dark Cthulhu behemoth had awakened in the night and begun to devour its minions.

Lick, caress, devour, or casually crush.

An was hiding in a car in a small alley, waiting quietly.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his entire being was filled with rage.

It was like a wild beast on the verge of madness.

He just received word that the entire headquarters of the Russian gang has been searched by the Los Angeles Police Department.

Many key members were arrested.

It is said that they received a large number of tips suggesting that the Russian gang, known as the "Nikolai Group," has been engaged in large-scale organized crime.

Of course, this is just a ridiculous excuse.

In the entire Los Angeles underworld and police force, who doesn't know what the Russian gang is up to?

This is clearly the Mexican mafia making a move.

This also means that Ann is temporarily unable to return to the Russian gang's headquarters.

Fortunately, the Russian clique had been operating for many years, and Ann had already quietly cultivated many of his own confidants.

Furthermore, the Russian gang's headquarters was only investigated, and the real core members were merely taken to the police station for questioning and will soon be released or bailed out.

The overall strength of the Russian faction has not been weakened much.

He only suffered some minor injuries; he wasn't on the verge of death.

But compared to the organization as a whole, An, the new leader, is actually on the verge of life and death.

The Russian gang has always followed an elite route and has gradually moved away from street business.

Even the adult service industry controlled by prostitutes in Eastern Europe and Russia and Ukraine follows the route of high-end call girls.

The Mexican Mafia is different.

The Mexican Mafia controls thousands of gangs of all sizes through loose alliances, and there are more than 5 Latino gang members in Southern California.

That's why these Latino gang members are practically like cockroaches, everywhere you look.

The Russian group was at a huge disadvantage in terms of numbers.

Now the Mexican Mafia has issued a "green light" for the execution of Ann, the current boss of the Russian gang, with a ten million dollar bounty that is enough to drive those bastards crazy.

After escaping from the safe house today, An only has four trusted men left by her side.

Unexpectedly, they soon encountered two more groups of Latino gang members. After being targeted by them, they fled and fought their way out, ultimately losing two more members.

His squad of a dozen or so men found him, stopped him, and allowed An to escape.

It was this embarrassing situation that made An make up her mind that she absolutely could not continue like this.

We must resort to our final means.

He was looking for one of the two most powerful mafias in the country to seek their help.

A piercing siren blared, and two police cars with flashing lights sped past on the street ahead, rushing to a crime scene in the distance.

An's face was gloomy.

Tonight alone, more than a dozen police cars drove past him.

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According to news from Ivan's side, those desperate, impoverished Latino bastards are still searching for him everywhere.

Gregory and his companions were shot dead on the spot by Los Angeles Police Department officers.

Their safe house and weapons were also seized.

But it's alright, he'll get it all back.

Just then, his phone vibrated suddenly; the call he had been waiting for finally came through.

An quickly sat up straight, pressed the answer button, and said in a deep voice:

"Fusheng, thank you for taking the time to talk to me."

A somewhat lazy voice came from the other side, accompanied by low breathing and muffled groans, clearly indicating that the owner of the voice was busy:

"Oh, dear Anne, I saw your message. I've heard about the Russian gang too... You're being very shady."

"Taking out Nikola was certainly a good thing, but at a time like this you shouldn't be rushing into war with the Mexican Mafia. Your company still needs to help me transship goods from the Russia-Ukraine conflict..."

"I don't care what grudge the Russian gang has against those damn Mexicans, but you can't let us ruin our business, that's the bottom line, and you... you messed it up."

An took a deep breath and quickly said:

"I'm sorry, Lieutenant Governor, I sincerely apologize... Do you remember those undocumented immigrant children I helped you with? I snatched them from the Mexican Mafia... They were originally going to turn these children into child prostitutes, but organ donors are where they can be of the greatest value, aren't they?"

"I killed several Mexican Mafia commissioners, but somehow the news got out, which led to their furious retaliation."

I only encountered the Mexican Mafia's furious backlash because I was doing things for you; don't think you can wash your hands of it.

The deputy governor on the other end of the phone fell silent.

It seems they are assessing the political risks involved.

An then pressed his advantage, saying:

"Also, you may not know this, but the Bruce Wayne you mentioned before is now a street saint in the slums of Los Angeles. He even took in Nicola's daughter, Sofia. I suspect the Mexican Mafia has teamed up with him."

Upon hearing Wayne's name, Lieutenant Governor Fauci's breathing quickened instantly on the other end of the phone.

"Oh..." he groaned softly, with the sounds of a woman and a man faintly audible in the background.

"Bruce Wayne... I heard from people in Hollywood that he's back in Los Angeles making movies... He's joined the Mexican Mafia, huh... Okay..."

"Listen, Anne, the Mexican Mafia has crossed the line, and I won't stand idly by. Los Angeles needs safe streets."

"Next, I will use my connections to get the Los Angeles Police Department to intensify its crackdown on the Mexican Mafia while also easing its policies toward Russian-American groups."

"As for you, I expect you to do everything in your power to ensure the arrival of the organs and test subjects transported back from the Russian-Ukrainian battlefield. Our clients value this highly, and we... no, you, must demonstrate your worth, understand?"

An's lips curled into a slight smile as she said:

"Understood, Fusheng, please rest assured, I will handle these matters well... May I ask if I can meet with you in person...?"

Fu's voice softened again, and he said:

"Of course, once I've made Wayne face reality, you can bring him to see me... just be careful not to hurt him."

"Furthermore," Fu's voice suddenly turned solemn again.

"Several containers will be airlifted from Ukraine in a few days. I need you to pick them up in person to ensure the contents are safe. Some of our important figures are very particular about these items."

An was taken aback, and asked in a deep voice:

"Fusheng, may I ask what exactly it is?"

Fu's voice instantly turned deep, and even took on a mocking tone as he said:

"Of course...they are some disabled veterans, so it's kind of making use of them..."

It was already dark, and the blessing ceremony on the poor street had long since ended.

However, the large number of homeless people and people from the lower classes did not disperse; instead, they gathered in greater numbers.

Most of these people gathered around old Will and a few other missionaries, listening to the story of Saint Wayne.

Among them, old Will's preaching was the most convincing. He would occasionally take out his phone and show everyone a video of saints spreading righteousness.

What about giving alms in the snow, what about being a court prophet, what about dodging bullets, and so on.

Finally, it describes a beautiful future paradise after the arrival of heaven on earth.

It captivated everyone who listened.

This sense of happiness and euphoria far surpasses that of listening to a sermon in an ordinary church.

After all, in other churches, God, his saints, and those miracles exist only in words.

The saints of the Kingdom of Heaven Church are right before our eyes, and they are demonstrating miracles and holy deeds every day.

Just then, a police car with its lights off quietly drove onto the street.

The members of the Saints' Gang became alert and quickly gathered around.

"It's me, it's me, friends. I'm here to see Godfather Wayne. There are some things I need to talk to him about..."

The car door opened, and Cyril stepped out with a broad smile, along with his deputy, Sam.

Luo Wei nodded, and the guards immediately dispersed.

Cyril and Sam quickly lifted something out of the back seat, which was in a large cardboard box.

It looks very heavy.

The two men, panting, carried the items to Wayne's tent. Cyril said in a deep voice:

"Godfather Wayne, I am Cyril, and I... I have brought you a gift."