I'm building Gundams in America

Chapter 484 The Nine Sons of the Dragon (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

"Just today, Al Menjo died in a villa in the mountains of Tapalpa, Jalisco—the Mexican Army Special Forces and National Guard were responsible."

"It is said that the US military, CIA and DEA provided intelligence support and used satellites and long-term surveillance to pinpoint his location—a location that is exactly the same as the place Pepe gave him—" Raphael's voice trembled slightly as he spoke of Al Menjo being killed, sounding very agitated.

Al Menjo's hiding place is the location Pepe had previously mentioned.

Raphael felt a strong urge to ask Godfather Wayne if he had given this information to the American authorities to get rid of Al Menjo and pave the way for his rise to power.

However, Raphael, after all, considered himself the Godfather's top godson, and he was still quite composed. Mentioning Pepe on the phone was already his limit; he would never be foolish enough to ask the Godfather what the truth was.

The father and son understood each other perfectly well; keeping their deep gratitude in their hearts was enough.

Of course, Raphael also understood the immense risks Wayne Godfather had taken for him to do this.

They are likely to be targeted by the US government, and may even get into trouble.

This also made Raphael feel like crying. He longed to appear before Godfather Wayne immediately and give him a deep hug to express his gratitude.

"According to the official account, the Mexican military had been monitoring the movements of El Menjo's lover for a long time, and in the past two days, his lover was taken to a secluded cabin deep in the mountains of Tapalpa to secretly meet with El Menjo —"

"After his lover left, the Mexican military determined that Al Menjo was still there, so they immediately launched a raid."

Fighter jets blocked the airspace, armored forces blocked the roads, and special forces soldiers landed at night to encircle the enemy. Al Menjo's bodyguards used rocket launchers, grenade launchers, mortars, and other weapons to resist, resulting in a large-scale gun battle on the scene.

Raphael continued, saying that although he knew it was just an official excuse, he still felt a little sad.

Even a ruthless hero like Al Menjo couldn't escape the entanglement of his lover. How could he achieve great things if he was so preoccupied with personal love affairs?

Women will only slow him down the speed at which he draws his gun.

Raphael continued his report to Wayne: "Al Menjo's death has had a huge impact. The entire CJNG is in chaos. Many people are clamoring for revenge for Al Menjo. The CJNG has launched retaliatory attacks in more than a dozen states. It's practically a civil war—"

The death of Al Menjo sparked massive retaliation from the CJNG, and almost the entire country of Mexico was ablaze.

CJNG members set up roadblocks in the streets, burned cars and houses, and indiscriminately massacred government workers, plunging Mexico into a state of civil war and filling the hearts of the Mexican people with fear.

This was merely the first reaction after Al Menjo's death.

Wayne nodded slightly and said in a deep voice, "So, you will have the opportunity to control CJNG's industries throughout the United States—"

Raphael quickly replied, "As expected of you—yes, Father, Rosalinda González has now given me orders to take control of the group's business across the entire American West as soon as possible, with Los Angeles being the largest core hub."

After Al Menjo's death, Odias Flores Silva, the second-in-command of the CJNG Corporation, became the next target. He was forced to go into hiding and was unable to take control of the corporation.

Under CJNG's decentralized "franchise" command system, Al Menjo's wife Rosalind's position became even more detached.

After all, she had control of the group's finances, instantly becoming the de facto number two.

Raphael gained Rosalind's favor during his previous trip back to the group's headquarters, becoming her mistress, and thus immediately seized the opportunity amidst the chaos.

If he could control the entire West Coast market, or even further control CJNG's industries throughout the United States, his power would be dozens or even hundreds of times greater than it is now!

What does it matter if it's Seattle or Washington state?

Of course, Raphael's sudden desire to seize greater power amidst the chaos will inevitably face resistance and opposition from the CJNG forces in Los Angeles and even California.

None of the members of these criminal groups are easy to deal with.

After instantly understanding the crux of the matter, Wayne said in a deep voice, "It seems that the CJNG forces in California have some misunderstandings about you."

Raphael gave a wry smile and said, "Yes, Father, nothing can be hidden from you—but please rest assured, I have already been secretly working to win over some forces in California."

"The head of the California CJNG is named Maka. According to the clues I've received, he has been secretly colluding with Mexican blacks..."

The Handmen are united and have close ties with local California government officials—

"This is a tough nut to crack, but I'm confident I can crack it."

If you can't even do this, then there's no point in talking about being the underground emperor of America.

Before undertaking any major undertaking, Raphael must consult with Godfather Wayne, a habit he has cultivated to this day.

He intends to keep it up.

Wayne said in a deep voice, "Come on, Raphael, my son, you have some brothers in Los Angeles that you should meet."

Raphael was overjoyed and quickly said, "Yes, Father, I can't wait to see you!"

Wayne hung up the phone casually and fell into deep thought.

Clearly, the message he had passed up through Camilla, the director of the ICE Seattle field office, had worked. The U.S. government did indeed use this message to locate Al Menjo and eliminate him.

And with Al Menjo's death, a butterfly effect will surely occur, creating huge ripples—

I just don't know how badly this storm will blow up.

Just then, his phone vibrated again. Wayne casually pressed the answer button, and a tearful voice suddenly rang out from Robert, the security supervisor of the King County Correctional Center: "Godfather! I've lost it all! I've lost everything! I've even lost the rent!!!"

Wayne frowned and said, "Robert, my child, what happened?"

"Don't rush, speak slowly."

Robert was crying uncontrollably, sobbing so hard he could barely breathe.

"Godfather, do you remember that betting website Polymarket? You know—you know, the one I've been playing on—"

"I was promoted a few days ago. As you said, Warden Victor promoted me to deputy warden—and I received a large bonus—"

"So I thought I'd have some fun on the Polymarket platform—I'd previously placed a big bet on a topic that was—about CJNG's owner, Al Menjo—"

Wayne raised an eyebrow, instantly recalling the scene he had witnessed in Robert's office.

At the time, Robert seemed to be placing a bet on whether he could take down Al Menjo.

"As you know, I've been following the news from Mexico, and as a member of the American law enforcement system, I've always been well aware of the efficiency and capabilities of the American government, so I don't think the US government could possibly have taken down Al Menjo—"

"After all, the entire CJNG is comparable in power to a small country, so there's no reason for it to be suspicious—and I have a friend who works in the DEA, and he told me there's absolutely no clue as to where Al Menjo is hiding—"

At this point, Wayne basically understood what had happened.

Sure enough, Robert continued, "The odds on this topic were quite safe a few days ago, and the timeframe was limited to a week. I personally think..."

Having inside information, I knew it was absolutely impossible to kill Al-Menjo within a week, so I bet all my money—all my money!—on the fact that Al-Menjo wouldn't die. Who could have imagined—"

"Slap slap slap slap slap!" A series of slaps came from the phone. Robert cried like a three-year-old. "All my cash flow, my bonuses, my salary, the money I finally saved up, I even mortgaged my car, I even took out a $100,000 payday loan! It's all gone!"

"You told me not to touch gambling websites, but I didn't listen to your advice. I'm a damn stupid, greedy goblin, I'm an idiot!"

"Waaah, Godfather Wayne, please, please save me—"

As he spoke, another slap rang out, the sound so loud it was like the phone was being amplified, and Wayne moved the receiver slightly away from his ear.

Once things calmed down on Robert's side, Wayne sighed and said, "Robert, you really are an idiot. Don't you know that Polymarket is backed by the current president's son?"

By secretly manipulating the odds through policy and then making huge profits from insider information, this is basically the current strategy of the presidential family.

Clearly, the bookmakers knew about Wayne's report through Camilla and Al Menjo's whereabouts beforehand, and then set a trap to profit from it.

Robert on the other end of the phone froze, then murmured desperately, "No—they—how could they do this—Godfather Wayne, I—what should I do?"