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As the saying goes, the best strategy is to subdue the enemy without fighting.

He wanted the Mexican Mafia to believe he was allied with the Russian gang, while the Russian gang believed he was on the same side as the Mexican Mafia. The saying goes, "When two clams fight, a third party can fish."

Clearly, Ann has already used his political connections within the upper echelons of the United States.

Compared to the Russian gang, which has an elite-oriented approach, the Mexican Mafia, as a loose criminal organization alliance, and with most of its high-level committee members imprisoned, has little access to high-level political connections.

Unless it's for something like being a witness for a criminal case.

However, this pales in comparison to genuine political connections.

It looks like the Mexican mafia is in for a rough time this time.

Wayne looked at Cyril and the other man beside him and said:

"Cyril, my child, come home. Be prepared."

Cyril, feeling as if he had been granted a pardon, quickly nodded to the dark-haired, dark-eyed man before him and said:

"Yes, Godfather Wayne."

The more Cyril learned about this street saint, the more he felt the man's unfathomable depth.

Along with this comes ever-increasing pressure.

It was as if he were facing a legendary saint, or a deity who could see into his heart.

This made him dare not be negligent or lax in the slightest.

Suddenly, Cyril remembered something, quickly took off the backpack from his back, handed it to Wayne, and said:

"Oh, right, Godfather Wayne, I also have a few small gifts for you. I hope you'll like them."

As he spoke, he winked at Sam.

The two men immediately crawled out of the tent, returned to the police car, turned on the siren, and sped away.

I've been working overtime all day, and I'm sure I'll get a fair amount of overtime pay.

Not to mention he also made great contributions.

Before arriving in the poorest neighborhood today, they were just ordinary, unremarkable police officers. But after tonight, what awaits them is commendation and honor!

After the two left, Wayne opened his backpack and took a look.

Inside, there were several anti-personnel mines and some hand grenades.

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It was smuggled from the Russian-controlled safe house armory.

Wayne smiled slightly, called over Luna, and casually handed her the backpack.

Luna, who holds the title of "Queen of Explosions," was immediately delighted upon seeing these items. After thanking Wayne, she left with a smile.

Wayne looked towards the tent area in Poor Street. It was already late at night, and most of the Saints were asleep.

Many of the believers who had been sitting on the ground listening to Old Will's sermons had already finished their sermons for the day, either returning to their own lodgings or setting up their sleeping bags or tents on the spot.

On the street where the saints lived, everyone slept soundly.

After the arrival of the Wayne Saints, the violent crimes that had occurred here at night, such as rape, robbery, beatings, and murder, disappeared.

This became the safest place in the entire poor neighborhood.

Many savvy homeless people have already begun to gather in this area.

Wayne gestured towards the darkness, and from the shadows not far away, Asoron quickly stepped forward and said to Wayne:

"gentlemen."

He's on night duty tonight.

"You've worked hard, Athoron." Wayne nodded and handed Athoron a cigarette.

Azoron quickly accepted it with a grateful expression and tucked it behind his ear.

Mr. Wayne always treated them as human beings, not as superiors, which was another reason why he was so devoted to Wayne.

Then Wayne continued:

"Tell everyone to spread the word that if any members of the Mexican Mafia are injured, they can come to me for blessings and exorcism."

Athoron was taken aback, somewhat confused about what Wayne meant.

After all, the Mexican Mafia had been plotting to assassinate Wayne and had even issued an arrest warrant for him personally.

Why save those guys?

However, since Mr. Wayne has already said so, he must carry it out.

Athoron nodded to Wayne to indicate that he understood, then turned and went to spread the news to the others.

At this moment, the sounds of sirens and sporadic gunshots could be heard from afar.

The entire city of Los Angeles seems to be more chaotic than before.

Clearly, the Los Angeles Police Department's "Operation Sinaloa" has been launched swiftly.

However, this is all related to the neighborhoods where the Mexican Mafia is located; the originally chaotic and poor streets are actually safe.

Wayne stretched, went back to his tent, lay down, and fell into a deep sleep.

Originally, I only planned to retrieve the remains of the Holy Relic, make a movie, and then return to Seattle after arriving in Los Angeles.

However, the situation turned out to be far more complicated than expected.

However, we can deal with whatever comes our way, so it's not a big deal.

Meanwhile, in a tent not far away, Sophia peeked at Wayne's tent through a gap in the curtain.

At this moment, she felt that she could see through her ex-husband even more, the man she had once toyed with.

It's a shame those two policemen came at the worst possible time.

The atmosphere inside the tent was rather ambiguous... at least that's how she felt. She was about to make a request to Wayne when she was interrupted by the two policemen.

When her father, Nikolai, was killed in the bombing, her mind went blank, and she acted on instinct.

More than a day had passed, and in the dead of night, that sadness and helplessness quickly welled up in my heart.

Sofia felt only endless emptiness and helplessness.

This emptiness and helplessness can perhaps only be filled when one is ruthlessly controlled by someone...

Suddenly, for some reason, she remembered the day Wayne spanked her on set, and involuntarily clenched her legs together...

Seeing the lights in Wayne's tent suddenly go out, Sophia felt a pang of disappointment.

Oh God, what's wrong with me...?

The next morning, Wayne was awakened by a commotion.

After getting up and quickly washing up in the tent, I lifted the curtain and went outside. The street outside the tent was bustling with activity.

Almost the entire Saints Gang was out, armed to the teeth, scrutinizing a group of people queuing in front of the tent.

All of these people in line were Latino, most of them had tattoos, and all of them had injuries.

Many people had bandages or rags wrapped haphazardly around their bodies, some needed to be supported by others, and two were even carried in on stretchers.

These people all looked frustrated and pained.

They would sometimes argue and curse at each other, and occasionally they would exchange a few words with the saints and others nearby.

When they saw Wayne emerge from the tent, they were all taken aback and immediately looked up.

The previously noisy sounds quickly disappeared, and everything became quiet.

All eyes were on Wayne.

"Mr. Wayne..." The first person was none other than Dick Landau, the Mexican mafia hitman who had been healed by Wayne earlier.

Known as "Mad Dog Dick," he appeared somewhat shy at this moment. Beside him was a little girl with a blank stare, who was his daughter, Dina.

"Sir, you may not know this, but the Russian gang has gone mad. They attacked and killed several of our Mexican Mafia committee members, igniting a full-scale war..."

"The cops in Los Angeles have gone mad. Just last night, thousands of cops launched a simultaneous attack on our Mexican Mafia. Many brothers were killed or arrested, and the streets outside are in complete chaos..."

"These brothers are all injured, they have nowhere to go, and if they go to a hospital they might be arrested on the spot. The Mexican Mafia's own clinics, and some of the illegal doctors we know, have all run away..."

"Everyone heard that Mr. Wayne, the Saint of the Poor Streets, can bless and exorcise evil spirits, and heal people's wounds, so they all came..."

Mad Dog Dick was also at a loss for words.

After all, Wayne is still wanted by the Mexican Mafia, and he came here before to kill Wayne.

I'm too ashamed to ask Wayne to treat the Mexican mafia members' injuries.

Behind him, the Mexican mafia members looked on with trepidation, wondering if they would be chased away at any moment.

They wouldn't have come begging for Wayne's mercy if they hadn't been truly desperate.

Amidst the expectant gazes of the crowd, Wayne's face showed compassion. He sighed and said softly:

"I will heal you and restore you to health; for you are called the Destroyer, saying, 'This is Zion, but no one comes to seek it…'" (Jeremiah 30:17)

"Come in."

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