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"Come in," Wayne's voice came from inside the tent, deep and magnetic.

Cyril felt like he had been granted a pardon and quickly carried the cardboard box into Wayne's tent with his second-in-command, Sam.

Once inside the tent, they discovered that a beautiful, shapely woman was kneeling before Wayne.

The woman had long, flaxen hair and ice-blue eyes, as if she had stepped out of a medieval Russian oil painting.

It has a kind of old-fashioned Russian aristocratic elegance and grandeur.

The moment they saw each other, Cyril and Sam both felt an instinctive sense of inferiority.

However, the other party showed no arrogance befitting a nobleman. Instead, he clasped his hands together and knelt obediently before Wayne, like a docile lamb.

Upon seeing Cyril and his companion enter, the woman's icy blue eyes glanced over, a look of superior condescension flashing in her gaze.

She could kneel before the black-haired, black-eyed man in front of her, but she naturally had no respect for these two ordinary policemen.

Wayne said calmly:

"You're done, now you can go out."

Sofia nodded immediately, got up and left the tent.

At this moment, she felt extremely admiration for Wayne.

When Wayne asked her to attack those Mexican Mafia commissioners before, she thought it wouldn't have any effect at all.

Who could have imagined that the situation would change so drastically in just one day?

Ann and his Russian faction were suddenly plunged into the quagmire of war.

She came to find Wayne to report on her side's victory.

Besides taking down several Mexican Mafia committee members, she also led Remy and others to mark some gathering points of the Russian gang, attracting attacks from Mexican Mafia members and adding fuel to the fire of the gang war between the two sides.

After Sophia left, Cyril immediately knelt respectfully before Wayne, pressing one hand to his heart, adopting the most devout posture, and said:

"Oh, Godfather Wayne, I don't know how to express my gratitude to you..."

"We went to that place as you instructed, and we actually found the Russians' safe house, killed several Russian gang members, and found a shipment of weapons. These things are enough to earn me and my men a great achievement..."

Seeing that Wayne didn't speak, Cyril quickly continued:

"In addition, we also found something good in the Russian gang's safe house, which I intend to give to you as a gift."

As he spoke, Cyril gestured to his deputy, Sam, who was standing to the side.

The two immediately opened the large cardboard box and then lifted a black plastic bag, revealing its contents.

A six-axis fiber optic suicide drone, equipped with a large warhead that appears to be a modified 155mm cannon shell.

It might be even more powerful.

Wayne raised an eyebrow, noticing the "Azov Battalion" sign above.

These fiber-optic suicide drones are now widely used across the Russian-Ukrainian battlefield.

You can tell where it came from at a glance.

To evade enemy electronic interference, drones equipped with built-in fiber optic nests were first developed on the Russian-Ukrainian battlefield.

As the drone flies, it spits out optical fibers, often carrying tens of kilometers of fiber, enough to fly very far and for a long time.

It is precisely because fiber optic drones are constantly emitting fiber optic cables that the entire Russian-Ukrainian battlefield is now covered with abandoned fiber optic cables, resembling a spider's web.

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With so many people dead, naturally no one worries about things like environmental pollution anymore.

Moreover, this method of using drones with built-in fiber optic nests proved to be extremely effective.

Simple, blunt, direct, and effective.

Absolutely resistant to interference.

Wayne looked calmly at the drone bearing the Azov Battalion insignia and said:

"Cyril, my child, is this truly a gift?"

Cyril shuddered, then gave an embarrassed chuckle and said:

"Oh, Godfather, nothing can be hidden from you..."

"As you know, this drone means that the Russian clique has connections with some big shots within the US government, and it's involved in smuggling weapons from the Russia-Ukraine conflict. I simply can't believe how crazy the military-industrial complex can be..."

"For us, this drone is a ticking time bomb..." Cyril said with a bitter smile, then knelt down in front of Wayne again.

"Godfather Wayne, please save us..."

Sam, the second-in-command, also knelt down and pleaded:

"Godfather Wayne, please..."

If this is not handled properly, it could lead to a combined strangulation by the deep-seated government and military-industrial complex, something they simply cannot control.

Wayne sighed, raised his hand and touched the suicide drone in front of him, immediately feeling that the [Tactical Drone Control (Specialization)] skill seemed to be stirring.

This is a good thing.

Moreover, the fact that the source is unclear, or rather, the source is too obvious, makes it easier to use.

Without even glancing at Cyril and the others, he looked at the drone in front of him and slowly said:

"The density of fiber optic drones on the Russian-Ukrainian battlefield is so high that even birds have changed their habits and started using fiber optics to build their nests..."

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Cyril and the other man nodded quickly, but they were still a little confused as to why Wayne had brought this up.

Then Wayne continued:

"Life will always find its way, just as you found me..."

"I can handle this trouble; after all, you called me Godfather, didn't you?"

As he spoke, Wayne muttered to himself, looked up at the sky, and murmured:

"God, please cleanse this sin."

As he spoke, he had already raised his hand and placed it on the suicide drone in front of him.

The next instant, under the watchful eyes of Cyril and Sam, this suicide drone with its own fiber optic cable, along with its control panel, simply vanished into thin air!

This scene, witnessed by the two, was no different from seeing Jesus rise from the cross with their own eyes.

Cyril trembled all over, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets, unable to believe what he was seeing.

Sam, standing nearby, was in a similar state, his mouth agape, wide enough to fit a fist.

A brand-new suicide drone, complete with a large high-explosive warhead and a huge roll of fiber optic cable, is gone!

"God! Saints bless! Oh, Saint Wayne, Saint Wayne! Please accept my humblest and most devout respect!" Sam knelt down and bowed his head, kowtowing frantically to Wayne, shouting wildly.

Unlike Cyril, an orphan, Sam came from a devout Christian family, and for that reason, the scene before him shocked him even more than Cyril.

At that moment, he suddenly realized just how wise his earlier act of kneeling down and acknowledging Wayne as his godfather had been.

The opponent possessed divine power far beyond his imagination!

This couldn't possibly be some kind of illusion or magic trick. A drone that big, with its massive warhead, would have nowhere to hide.

The only explanation is, as Wayne said, that they were perceived by God and purified by God!

"Oh, Godfather Wayne, I... I can hardly express the shock and emotion in my heart, as if I had witnessed the glory of God..."

Cyril murmured.

He suddenly felt that his long-dormant desire to change the country had stirred once again.

When he first joined the police force, he also had a sincere dream: to change the country and uphold fairness and justice.

However, these thoughts faded away as I grew older, especially after witnessing more and more darkness and learning the truth about the country.

And now, those ideals about fairness and justice that once ignited his passion seem to have heated up again.

If I follow this person, maybe...

Just as Cyril was filled with passion, as if his youthful dreams were being rekindled, his phone suddenly vibrated at his waist.

Cyril immediately pulled out his phone, glanced at it, then frowned and quickly said to Wayne:

"Godfather Wayne, we just received word that we're launching Operation Sinaloa, a special operation to crack down on the Mexican Mafia..."

What's going on?

As is customary for the Los Angeles Police Department, in such large-scale gang conflicts, the police usually stand as neutral parties.

Ideally, both gangs would be wiped out, destroying each other and saving the police a lot of trouble.

This so-called "Sinaloa" special operation is clearly biased towards one side.

Upon hearing this, Wayne narrowed his eyes and said:

"very good……"

The Russian faction is using their connections.

Right in the middle.