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Chapter 119 Wayne's Apology (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Seattle South Precinct Police Department.

Seeing that there were no other colleagues around, Eileen took a deep breath and quickly entered a brand new account into her computer.

This was an account secretly provided to her by a friend from the technical support department. It had partial administrator privileges and could log into some databases that only mid-level or higher police officers could access.

As the computer screen changed, Eileen quickly typed in "MS-13" and started searching.

A series of documents immediately appeared.

Seattle police had conducted several raids targeting MS-13 in the past two years, detaining and expelling several MS-13 members.

The information here should help her find some clues.

Eileen quickly opened the relevant documents, which contained case information that detailed the preliminary plans, requests for instructions, and steps taken after the operations began.

However, when Eileen clicked on the list of seized items and arrested personnel, a window immediately popped up saying she did not have enough permissions.

Even the specific location of the arrest was vaguely described, making it impossible to tell what place it was.

Damn it—

After closing the computer screen, Eileen fell into deep thought.

In the past few days, she and her friends have been secretly investigating cases related to the Jose gang and MS-13.

However, whenever they find even the slightest clue, the trail often comes to an abrupt end.

It was as if a force within the entire police station was quietly erasing all relevant clues and traces.

This is a passive erasure, not targeting them specifically, but rather targeting everyone involved in investigating the case.

The more this was the case, the more Eileen understood that they were definitely heading in the right direction.

It wasn't entirely without any gains.

After investigation, they have identified the dock area, but the dock area is too large and they need more specific information.

The feeling of powerlessness, of hitting walls at every turn, made her feel as if there were invisible, transparent walls of air around her, isolating her from all the truth.

It seems that she is not fighting against a particular individual or group, but against the entire massive system of the United States.

Enormous, cold-blooded, and ruthless, like Cthulhu from a nightmare.

This made her think of her father who had sacrificed his life.

When my father was working, did he ever feel powerless to move forward?

However, Eileen was not frustrated by this, much less desperate.

She had received a call from old Will, who said he had relayed her request to Mr. Wayne, the saint, who was imprisoned.

As a devout Christian, the thought of that person brought her inner peace, as if all difficulties would be resolved.

"Fuck!" Just then, a curse came from the side. Captain Owen had accidentally burned his hand while drinking coffee and had swept all the documents on the table clean.

Eileen turned her head and saw that Owen's face was pale, and his eyes were full of anxiety and panic, as if he had lost his soul.

It wasn't just Irving who was like this; the other colleagues in the team who had gone with him to capture Wayne also seemed somewhat distracted.

Eileen understood that they must have received a warning from the Saints Gang.

However, Irving's performance was a bit too much.

Thinking of the envelope from Wayne containing information about Owen Marshall receiving dirty money from Jose's gang.

Eileen was about to try a different approach.

Follow the money; where money flows doesn't lie.

Let's start with Irving's new car ——————

"José, my friend, since you're a bastard born from an American soldier raping your Honduran mother, you should know about those cheap sausages from South American countries, right?"

As Wayne fiddled with the claw hammer in his hand, he said slowly and calmly, "Because of the pressures of life, sometimes people would grind up unwanted scraps of meat, along with bone fragments, into a paste and then use it to make sausages."

"If the process is not good, you may sometimes find small bone fragments when you eat sausage, which feels like eating a corpse."

As he spoke, he had already arrived in front of José.

"Ugh—give me—give me the medicine—you—you damn bastard—"

Jose writhed and twisted on the ground like a lump of mud, cursing.

His tears, snot, and saliva were all flowing down his face. The tingling, itchy feeling from within his flesh was gnawing at his heart, yet he still persevered with his strong willpower.

"You bastard—do you know what you're facing—you'll be hunted down by MS—you'll become my toys, just like that bitch Isabella—and this bitch next to her—and then I—I'll eat you up—"

José struggled to speak, his eyes filled with ferocity.

Wayne slowly shook his head and said, "Jose, Jose, my friend, I think you should learn what respect is."

Just then, the woman lying on the treatment bed next to her suddenly spoke up: "Sir—may I—may I be able to?"

Despite her depression, she dared not move at this critical moment of life and death. After overhearing the conversation between the two, she realized that she had touched upon some damned secrets.

She didn't believe this black-haired, black-eyed man could be a good person.

The opponent will be a hundred times more ruthless than Jose.

To survive, one must offer their pledge of allegiance.

Wayne gave the other person an encouraging look and said in a gentle tone, "Of course."

With that, Wayne shoved the claw hammer into the hand of the female prisoner who had been raped by Jose, and said with a look of pity, "Go, do as I just described. You must bear what you should bear and rise up for yourself."

"Go, child, this is your destiny, you cannot escape it."

The woman had heard what he said and seen his face, posing a threat to Wayne.

Building a heavenly kingdom on earth requires a heart of steel, and Wayne originally intended to deal with it later.

But to his surprise, the woman's character was even stronger than he had imagined, and she actually took the initiative to offer her pledge of allegiance.

The woman tidied her disheveled clothes and approached José, carrying the claw hammer.

She took a deep breath, turned to Wayne, and said, "Sir, what should I do?"

Wayne gave him an encouraging look and said, "Just like I said, bone paste sausage."

Jose struggled and cursed, "Bitch—you bitch—if you dare—ah—"

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With a scream, he received a solid blow to the back of his right hand.

The woman turned to Wayne apologetically and said, "I'm sorry, sir, I missed—"

She was originally going to smash José's right index finger.

Wayne smiled gently and encouraged, "It's like cracking walnuts. You'll always be off-target at first, but practice makes perfect."

As he spoke, he turned on the stereo in the treatment room.

It's Richard Wagner's "Die Walküre".

Without any further hesitation, the woman pressed down on Jose's index finger and swung the hammer violently.

"Bang!"

Then the other fingers.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Interspersed among the sounds were the cracking of bones.

Next are the hand bones and arm bones.

At first, the woman's movements were a little clumsy and hesitant, but later they gradually became mechanical and skilled.

Her fear of such behavior vanished amidst Jose's curses and threats.

All that remained in my mind was Wayne's words:

It's like cracking a walnut.

Wayne sat on a massage chair nearby, and while getting a massage, he slowly said, "Jose, do you know that it is said that when God created man, he molded him from clay and then baked him in the sun?"

"The first batch was undercooked and turned into white people."

"Then a batch got burnt and turned into black people."

"The last batch, roasted to the perfect doneness—not too overcooked, not too undercooked—is made from people of Asian descent."

"The pure white blood you've been pursuing your whole life is nothing more than a failed creation of God —"

"Jose? Jose?"

Finding no response, Wayne then looked at Jose beside him.

His fingers, toes, legs, and arms had all been broken by the woman, and he had fainted from the pain.

The woman seemed to be completely absorbed in the moment, still carefully cracking José's bones, as if she were fulfilling some noble mission.

Wayne sighed, a look of pity on his face, and said, "Stop."

The woman stopped what she was doing, her whole body trembling with excitement, a surge of adrenaline coursing through her.

Wayne stepped forward and pressed his hand on Jose's forehead, instantly releasing the energy of the [Basic Witch Doctor (Master)].

Gentle energy flowed through Jose's battered body, rapidly repairing it.

However, Jose's body was so badly damaged that this amount of energy was just a drop in the ocean, barely enough to stop the internal bleeding. The broken bones were haphazardly pieced together.

Like clay that has been randomly kneaded together.

"Gah—" Jose suddenly opened his eyes and gasped for breath.

He had just had a nightmare in which he encountered a madman who controlled him and made a woman he had raped shatter all his bones. Thankfully, it was just a dream.

A sharp pain emanating from every bone in his body swept through José's body. His blurry vision gradually cleared, and he immediately saw the man who had made him tremble all over.

The man with black hair and black eyes who was smiling at him.

Not a dream!

This is real hell!

He tried to get up, but found that his bones and joints were stiff and he couldn't even move.

They seemed to be welded together.

At this moment, tears streamed down his face like a spring, and he said in a trembling voice, "Devil—you devil—what do you want to do?"

The other party seemed to be enjoying tormenting him.

And that woman seemed to find pleasure in it as well.

Upon hearing Jose's question, Wayne slapped his forehead, looking apologetic, and said, "Sorry, Jose, I seem to have forgotten to ask you—"

"I'm sorry, please accept my sincere apology. It's all my fault—but it's okay, let's try again."

You have punished a two-headed ogre prisoner. Experience points +1

Your basic Witch Doctor skill has been improved (Master 0.7% + 0.1%).

[Experience points +1]