I'm building Gundams in America

Chapter 485 Daddy, Love Me Again! (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

At this moment, Robert felt that his life had fallen into utter despair.

He had just been promoted to deputy warden not long ago, and had also gotten close to Godfather Wayne, so his future seemed bright.

Now they have fallen into hell once again.

In this moment of despair, his first thought was of Godfather Wayne.

This was his last lifeline.

However, he also understood that Godfather Wayne was a man of great integrity and justice, and he abhorred gambling. He had warned him before, but he had not listened.

If Godfather Wayne becomes disappointed in him because of this and completely abandons him, then he's truly finished.

"Godfather, I repent. I promise you, from now on I will never gamble again. I will try my best to be a responsible and good prison guard—" Robert pleaded. "Please, Godfather—I—I really don't know what to do—"

Daddy, love me one more time!

Wayne didn't believe a word Robert said.

In this world, gamblers and drug addicts can no longer be considered human; they are the least trustworthy.

However, Robert, his godson, had indeed helped him.

Moreover, gambling and drug use are unforgivable crimes in the East, but they are commonplace in the United States.

It's possible to have never participated in either one, but it's practically impossible to have never been involved in either.

These two things are, in essence, tools for the alienation of people that American capitalism has developed to an extremely advanced stage.

He said in a deep voice, "Robert, you have disappointed me."

Robert immediately said, "Oh, Godfather, I'm not human, I'm a devil, I'm a depraved, lowly whore whore who has fallen into depravity," followed by the sound of him slapping himself repeatedly.

Wayne sighed and continued, "You need purification, my child—call this number and say that Godfather Wayne sent you to call. Tell them about your funding shortfall."

Wayne then gave Robert Raphael's phone number.

Parents should love and help each other when raising their children.

Robert felt as if he had been granted a pardon, realizing that Godfather Wayne still hadn't given up on him. He immediately burst into tears and said, "Oh, thank you, Godfather Wayne, I—I'm finally saved—"

He then quickly added, "Godfather, is there anything I can do for you? I'm always asking you for things, but I've never thanked you—"

This statement is from the bottom of my heart.

At this point, he had truly developed a deep attachment to Wayne, his godfather.

Without Godfather Wayne, he would still be just a lowly prison guard in the high-risk ward of King County Correctional Center.

He has no chance of becoming the deputy warden, nor will he find salvation in his desperate situation.

"Since you've asked so sincerely—" Wayne said slowly, "I need connections with high-ranking officials at the Timber State Prison in California, connections that allow me free access to the prison."

Robert quickly replied, "Yes, Godfather Wayne, please rest assured, I have worked at King County Jail for many years and have some connections within the national prison system."

"We even have our own annual party and online club! Let me think—"

"I remember now, one of my poker buddies in the online club—he's an administrator at Timur State Prison! Oh my God, he's a real gambler, his favorite game is Texas Hold'em, and he always loses terribly—"

"I'll contact him right now!"

Wayne said irritably, "Get lost."

Robert chuckled awkwardly and quickly hung up the phone.

In the office of the King County Correctional Center, Robert wore a grateful smile.

The Godfather scolded me!

If they're still criticizing me, it means they haven't completely given up on me.

With that in mind, he didn't rush to dial the phone number that Godfather Wayne had given him.

Instead, he immediately began to leverage his network of contacts to find that acquaintance in the Timber State Prison in California.

The most important thing is to do the things the Godfather asked us to do well.

He quickly dialed a number.

"Who?" A languid voice rang out, carrying a lifeless quality, as if the person hadn't woken up yet, or was filled with disgust for the world.

"Lieutenant Cody, my friend, is Robert from my King County Correctional Center."

The voice on the other end immediately became more alert, saying, "Hey Robert, my friend, how are you? I heard from Jenna that you've become the deputy warden."

"Huh? That's fantastic, sir! That's fantastic!"

Robert's lips curled into a slight smile, then he asked, "Cody, we're friends, aren't we? Even if I'm the deputy warden, we're still good card-playing buddies—"

Why haven't you been playing cards lately? I haven't seen you in online card games for ages.

Cody's voice instantly turned dejected as he said, "Hey Robert, sir, my good friend, don't even mention it, I've been having such bad luck lately, I keep losing, I even took out a payday loan, and I've lost it all, I don't know what to do—I mean, sir Robert, could you—"

Upon hearing this, Robert immediately smiled.

No wonder he's his friend.

It's great that everyone here is a gambling addict.

He gave a wry smile and said, "Oh, Cody, Cody, my friend, remember Polymarket? I went all in on Al Menjo to survive."

Upon hearing this, Cody on the other end of the phone paused, then let out a deep sigh, as if he were sighing out his very soul, and said, "I saw the news, brother, you're in a worse situation than me—"

His tone, however, carried a hint of relaxation.

"However, I happen to know a very important person who can help me settle my accounts," Robert continued.

Upon hearing this, Cody immediately shuddered and said enviously, "Oh, Commander Robert, this is truly—I'm so jealous—it's a pity I haven't met such a generous gentleman—"

Robert, no longer holding back, continued, "This big shot is in Los Angeles, Cody, my brother. I'm going to visit him. If you'd like to meet him, you can come with me. He's happy to make connections with—people in prison—"

As darkness fell, Wayne's exorcism and blessing came to an end after consuming a large amount of his mental energy.

Many Mexican Mafia members who were blessed and healed by Wayne did not rush to leave, but instead temporarily set up camp in the slums.

As members of the Mexican Mafia, they are currently being targeted by the entire Los Angeles Police Department, and they could easily be arrested if they were released.

It would be better to rest and recuperate in the poor streets.

Many people, after receiving the blessings of the saints, have completely changed their mindset and are ready to join the Kingdom of God Church and listen to the teachings of the saints.

The poor streets became their refuge.

At the same time, the Mexican Mafia is large and diverse, and it also contains some truly ungrateful scoundrels.

Many gang members stayed behind to protect Mr. Saint from such people.

The story of the farmer and the snake will always play out, and there will always be scoundrels who will betray their principles for profit. After all, the bounty offered by the Mexican Mafia Commission has now reportedly reached a staggering $5000 million.

Faced with such a large sum of money, some people would even sell their own mothers, let alone Mr. Saint.

Wayne came out of the tent and looked up to see that the entire sky was glowing red from the lights of Los Angeles.

Police helicopters can be seen flying overhead from time to time.

Clearly, the crackdown on the Mexican mafia continues.

As a fellow Latin American gang, the death of El Menjo, the leader of the CJNG, also dealt a heavy blow to the morale of the Mexican mafia.

Gunshots and sirens could be heard intermittently in the distance; this was a typical day in Los Angeles.

Wayne couldn't help but recall when he played GTA, marveling at the various robberies, murders, violence, and prostitutes in the game, finding it all too dark and sinful.

But I never expected that the game would be based on reality.

Reality is even more absurd than the game.

At this moment, the entire poor street was quiet, with a feeling of calm before the storm.

CJNG, the Mexican Mafia, the Russian gang, the lieutenant governor, Timur Prison, a storm is brewing —

I just wanted to make a movie, why are you forcing me?

Just then, Rod's voice suddenly rang out from the shadows: "Who goes there?"

Then, from a distant street corner, a man in a suit and tie, carrying a briefcase, walked towards them with his hands raised and a broad smile on his face.

Upon seeing Wayne, he immediately flashed a professional smile and said, "Mr. Wayne, let me introduce myself. I'm a sales consultant from Johns Hopkins University, from Baltimore. I'd like to discuss a business deal with you—"

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(Note: In my work, I have seen many drug addicts and gamblers. The psychological distortion and damage caused by drugs and gambling are extremely terrible and almost irreversible. They can also cause physiological damage to the brain. Please, please, please stay away from them! Please, please, please stay away from them!!!)