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Chapter 492 Congressman Mike (Seeking monthly votes)

When Victor heard Wayne agree to go to Digg's private party, he felt a pang of anxiety.

He quickly whispered, "Sir, for this kind of private party invitation, you only need to show your face to indicate your presence—that's enough—"

"If anything happens at the party, please be sure to be compassionate."

He had attended similar parties before, even Puff Daddy's black parties.

This is why Victor is quite familiar with the absurdity and chaos of these Hollywood star parties.

He had no concerns whatsoever about Wayne's safety at such a private celebrity party.

What I'm most worried about now is that the saints will be outraged by those filthy and unclean things, and their anger will ignite, leading to a massive purge on the spot.

That would completely ruin everything.

It's worth noting that everyone who gets to attend Dig's private parties is a celebrity in the entertainment industry, and each of them has considerable influence.

If a large number of people die, it will definitely have a huge impact and attract the attention and investigation of the entire American government.

While the Wayne Saints are formidable, they are unlikely to be able to contend with the entire law enforcement apparatus of the United States; the FBI alone would be difficult to withstand.

If something happens to the saint at that time, he will be completely unable to replenish his health.

Even Jesus Christ was killed, so even the strongest saints are prone to suffering.

"Victor—" the saint's voice came through the telephone receiver, carrying an indescribable majesty and magic, "You should have faith."

Upon hearing this, Viktor trembled, his heart filled with fear and unease. He quickly whispered, "Yes, sir, I—I shouldn't have questioned you. I repent—"

He then continued, "Since you've decided to attend the party, I'll tell Ms. Amy and ask if she'd like to come along—after all, we received the invitation as part of the film crew—"

Wayne said calmly, "Have Amy come pick me up."

Hearing this, Viktor felt a bitter taste in his mouth.

He had once received both the punishment and the blessing of Saint Wayne, so he naturally knew how powerful the other party was.

But Amy is at least a 1.5-tier actress, and she's rumored to have connections with a secret organization among Hollywood stars. Her influence and status are far beyond what Wayne, this washed-up child star, can compare to.

Although he's a seasoned agent with a wide network of connections, Amy might not necessarily respect him.

However, facing this Saint Wayne, he naturally dared not speak openly, and could only agree, trying his best to entice Ms. Amy to come and greet Wayne.

After hanging up the phone, Wayne stepped out of the tent and saw that it was dusk, and the sky was gradually darkening.

The fiery sunset painted the entire neighborhood and the surrounding skyscrapers a vibrant red.

Wayne was somewhat dazed.

He seemed to have seen a similar scene when he played games in his previous life.

That game, set in Los Angeles, also features numerous violent scenes including robbery, rape, murder, and prostitution.

Once someone breaks the law and is wanted by the police, they will be marked with a star. Of course, if they escape capture and the star disappears, the matter will be dropped.

When I played the game, I thought the setting was a bit unreasonable. How could there be such a chaotic city?

Now that I'm in reality, I realize that games can only depict less than 11% of what's real.

Just then, seeing Wayne come out, Mike and David walked over carrying several steaming portions of food, which they had bought from a Mexican burrito stand on the street.

Wayne took his share and sat down by the roadside, starting to eat heartily with Mike David.

Seeing this, the vendor selling crepes nearby couldn't help but show a look of relief, and tears welled up in his eyes.

The saint is eating his burrito!

What an honor!

"Bro, I don't see much need for me in the filming here, I think I should go back to Seattle."

Mike took a bite of his burrito and said to Wayne.

The Kingdom Church in Seattle, along with Saints Street, now needs people to lead its work.

After all, Seattle is the birthplace of the Kingdom of Heaven Church and the place where their foundation lies.

In the past few days, Mike has also noticed that the film crew's photographers have been focusing on Wayne, constantly filming the daily life on this street.

The homeless people and gang members on the street had long been used to the presence of the film crew.

There's nothing that needs to be deliberately performed.

He can't play a significant role here; instead, he's preoccupied with the situation in Seattle.

Wayne nodded and said, "Okay, bro, in that case, you go back first, and come back to participate in the filming when there are any important scenes."

There really needs to be a trustworthy person to lead the work in Seattle, after all, the Kingdom Church in Seattle already has more than 10,000 members.

Wayne then looked at Mike, smiled, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Brother Mike, try to do more work in the community. Once the Kingdom Church in Seattle has developed further, I'm planning to have you run for Seattle City Council."

As the organization's influence expands, it becomes inevitable that it will gradually become involved in politics.

A dual approach of church and politics—this is the uniquely American path to development.

Mike was taken aback, and said somewhat awkwardly, "Me? A congressman? This—I can't do that—"

David, standing nearby, joked, "Haha, that's great, bro. Once you become a senator, things will be so much easier for us. I can't wait to see you in a suit sitting in your office—hey, Senator Mike, could you arrange an insured job for every black guy in Seattle?"

Mike rolled his eyes and said, "Of course, Mr. David, there's a cotton-picking job here, with fried chicken and watermelon provided for lunch. Are you interested?"

David laughed and cursed, "You fucking black senator! That's racism!"

Wayne couldn't help but chuckle and turned to look at David.

Before he could speak, David immediately waved his hand and said, "Hey, bro, don't look at me. With my personality, I could never be a politician. I'd rather hold up a sign and do a day-labored march in the street—"

"Besides, I don't have that ability. Mike is a double-degree engineer, while I used to be just a botanist."

Wayne smiled and shook his head, saying, "Don't worry, you're the head of the Saints Gang. It's difficult to go into politics if you have a triad background."

David let out a long sigh and said, "That's more like it—I also need to go back to Seattle. I heard that while we were away, some idiots went to Saints Street to sell powder. I need to go back and set some rules for them."

The three chatted while eating pancakes, just like when they first met.

All three of them relaxed.

Seeing Saint Wayne sitting on the street like an ordinary person, eating with his friends and chatting with them, everyone around was deeply moved.

This is a saint!

These are saints of the Kingdom of Heaven Church!

Such a distinguished person, condescending to sit on the street, how could they not be moved?

At this moment, the light emanating from Saint Wayne seemed to soften, making him appear more like the Messiah who would save the world.

It was now completely dark. Wayne finished his burrito and saw a black luxury van pull up at the street corner, where it was stopped by several guards.

Wayne gestured from a distance to let them pass.

The group immediately stepped aside, and the black luxury van slowly drove up and stopped in front of Wayne and his two companions.

From the shadows nearby, Rhodes and the others immediately stepped forward faithfully, reaching out to grasp the automatic rifles hanging from the lining of their trench coats, ready to go into defensive mode at any moment.

The people on the street all looked over in surprise.

As a resident of Los Angeles, not far from Hollywood, I've seen it all, even if I haven't eaten pork.

Such high-end cars are often the vehicles of Hollywood stars.

It is said to be extremely luxurious inside; such a car would never be found in a poor neighborhood.

What's going on?

Just then, the car door opened, and a long, fair leg wearing red high heels stepped out of the car. A blonde woman in a gorgeous evening gown, with a pure yet alluring appearance, got out of the car.

The moment they saw the woman, many men on the street swallowed hard.

"My God, this is—that actress Amy! The billionaire's ex-girlfriend!"

A Mexican Mafia gang member standing on the street looked at the other person and said instinctively.

"Why would such a famous woman come here?"

Then, amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, Amy, with a respectful expression, raised her hand and shyly covered her chest, saying to Wayne, who was sitting on the ground like a homeless man, "Master—sir, I have come to receive you."