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This so-called Dark Court Enhancement Tribunal is clearly the DEA (Department of Drug Enforcement).

Drug traffickers in the Americas often have a love-hate relationship with the DEA. They love the corrupt cops within the DEA, who can be directly cooperated with, providing them with a way out when they are desperate. They hate the DEA for being so domineering and ruthless.

Whether it was Pablo Escobar, the former Colombian drug kingpin, or José Guzmán, Mexico's number one drug lord, they all eventually fell into the hands of the DEA.

These three people in front of me are all connected to the DEA. It seems that this big daddy Juan has been completely targeted.

As Wayne continued to nag the three of them, the three kneeling among the five candied apples gradually became increasingly irritated.

A gang member named Matteo stared at Wayne with a cold gaze and slowly said:

"Kid, I'm not going to be a DEA lackey. If you dare to spout nonsense, I'll make you understand the price of lying!"

Wayne finished reading a passage, slowed his pace, nodded, and said:

"It really wasn't you this time."

Then, looking at Miguel beside him, he suddenly shouted:

"Ahem... Louis?"

Miguel was taken aback and was about to answer instinctively, but he stopped at the last moment; however, his actions betrayed him.

Wayne then asked:

"How much money did DEA give you?"

Miguel was horrified and said in a trembling voice:

"What Louis? I...I don't know what you're talking about."

Wayne completely ignored the other person, instead tilting his ear as if listening to the whispers of five sugar apples on the ground.

Then, with a look of surprise, he said to a candied apple:

"Locator? Which tooth?"

Miguel suddenly stood up and started cursing:

"You lunatic! Liar! What nonsense are you spouting? Daddy, this white kid is a liar, he's trying to sow discord between us! Kill him! Kill him!"

Wayne pointed at the other person and said:

"He's a DEA informant... cough cough... there's a tracking device hidden in his molar... Apple told me..."

Big Daddy Juan sat on a chair not far away, made a gesture with a blank expression, and Tattooed Dick and the others immediately came over and smashed all of Miguel's teeth out with the butts of their guns.

All four molars were smashed, revealing a tiny chip.

"Miguel, you son of a bitch! How dare you betray us!" Tattooed Dick cursed, pressing the gun to Miguel's forehead.

"I...I was wrong...I'm sorry...Big Daddy...They forced me..." Miguel cried as blood flowed from his mouth, crawling on his knees toward his Big Daddy Juan.

He was greeted by a Nepalese dagger.

After pulling the knife out of Miguel's skull, Big Daddy looked at Wayne and a rare smile appeared on his face:

"Good job, kid."

Maot, whose hands were bound, stood up, spat on Miguel's corpse, and said:

"I never imagined Miguel was the traitor... But, boss, I suspect this white kid is a DEA agent. All that voodoo and psychic magic is fake. They just sacrificed Miguel to gain your trust."

The gang members present narrowed their eyes upon hearing this.

They know all too well the DEA’s dirty tricks and ruthless methods, and sometimes they can’t even tell who the drug dealers are.

Wayne, however, seemed completely oblivious to the hostility around him. Instead, he resumed his listening posture and spoke to the frosted apples on the ground:

"What did you say? Maote stole that shipment and then framed you? He's after the money?"

Those present erupted in uproar upon hearing this. Maot, his eyes wide and face flushed, rushed towards Tattooed Dick, trying to snatch his pistol, shouting:

"I'm going to kill this damn liar!"

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out, and he suddenly clutched his abdomen and knelt down, looking at his father, who was holding a gun, with disbelief.

Seeing the other person's expression, he realized that the other person had already suspected him.

All I need is a reason.

Wayne, however, acted as if nothing had happened and continued speaking to the last gang member named David:

"The Apples told me you were a witness for the DEA."

After what had just happened, David was completely convinced that Wayne was a medium. He knelt down with a thud, weeping and pleading:

"Boss, I was wrong, but I never dared to accuse you. I only promised to help them identify some peripheral members..."

They've confessed without being asked.

Wayne remained calm, clasped his hands together, bowed slightly to the five frosted apples, and said:

"Thank you, you can go now."

A gust of wind blew by, making the frosting on the apples tumble and roll, as if something had left.

"Clap...clap...clap..." Big Daddy Juan clapped his hands lightly for Wayne, saying:

"Child, you truly are a medium, that's amazing..."

If the other party only gets one right, they might be a DEA mole; if they get all three right in a row, then only a psychic can explain it.

Wayne quickly said:

"Unfortunately... cough cough... I can only communicate in a simple way... I can't summon the dead... cough cough... that's Old John's specialty."

Although he had temporarily intimidated the gang members, Wayne knew he absolutely could not let them develop a lasting interest in him. Otherwise, if he couldn't meet any of their demands, he might end up like a sugar apple.

Never underestimate the capriciousness and utter lack of scruples of a drug dealer.

Juan frowned; he did indeed want Wayne to help him summon the spirit of his brother Emiliano.

Such common voodoo mediums are not rare.

Looking at Wayne in front of him, he calculated the other's value and said:

"Child, you have proven your innocence; you did not lie to me..."

Just then, his phone rang. Juan answered the call, exchanged a few brief words, his expression suddenly changed, and then he said to Wayne:

"As is customary, since you sold old John's body, you are also responsible for his debts. I'll give you... a week to pay off the debts, or work for me and find all the traitors in the group. Now, you can leave."

Wayne breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"Thank you, Mr. Juan. I hope you will allow me to take these... apples with me. I promise to bury them."

A look of pity appeared on Juan's face as he said:

"Oh, poor Alejandro family, it's all that damned Maote's fault, my kindness breaks my heart... Of course, you can take them away, forever."

As he spoke, he gave a wink, and Tattooed Dick quickly led two of his men to pack five sugar-coated apples into a bag. Enduring the smell emanating from them, he and Wayne got into the Toyota pickup truck they had come from and drove back the way they had come.

Once he left the dilapidated community, Wayne finally breathed a sigh of relief; his back was already soaked with sweat.

As a former policeman, he knew all too well how ruthless and terrifying these drug dealers were; what had just happened was tantamount to asking a tiger for its skin.

No matter how perfect his performance is, the other party may suddenly change their mind over the smallest thing.

Wayne was prepared to fight to the death to seize the weapons.

Fortunately, he succeeded.

temporary.

[Congratulations, great adventurer! You have cursed and killed three two-headed ogres and left the two-headed ogre tribe safely! Experience +20]

You have obtained the title of Voodoo Medium.

【Trovator Performance (Beginner 20% + 10%)】

[You have obtained 5 Sugar Apples, a basic artifact material. Do you wish to craft a basic artifact?]