I'm building Gundams in America

Chapter 124 Saving the Girl (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Raphael's voice trembled slightly with nervousness as he spoke.

After getting to know Wayne better, he realized that his previous understanding of the issues was too superficial.

Often, the solution to a problem lies not in the problem itself, but in the perspective and approach taken to solve it.

One plus one equals two. The key is not the two ones, but the addition.

Just as his takeover of the Jose gang to gain a promotion and greater power within the organization was not about how many Jose gang members he could kill, but about whether the girls on those ships could be safe and sound.

Raphael felt a sense of enlightenment at that moment.

His perspective on problems has broadened significantly.

And all of this is thanks to that man.

Hearing Raphael's anxious voice, Miguel on the phone immediately said, "Of course, Boss, please rest assured, everything is done as you said."

"I took those great lads to the address you gave me and found a boat in the dock area. It looked like an ordinary second-hand medium-sized yacht, with five Jose gang bastards disguised as sailors guarding it."

"We fucking wiped them all out with silenced guns, not a single one left alive."

"Then I led my men aboard and searched the ship. We found the computer you mentioned, as well as several girls being held captive in the cabin—four in total, all of them unconscious, as if they had been drugged."

"We immediately evacuated the ship and made some simple cover—but there's not much to say about the ship itself; what truly shines is that warehouse—"

Raphael let out a long sigh of relief and said, "Brother Miguel, you did very well, very well—"

Miguel was filled with doubt. In his mind, it was just a somewhat old yacht with a few bastards from Jose's gang on board.

The mission at this location was extremely easy, and he didn't even need to lead the team himself.

Raphael, the boss, is really making a mountain out of a molehill.

However, the reason he was able to survive in an organization like CJNG for so long was because he always understood one thing.

Just don't ask random questions.

Since the boss has made the arrangements, we should just do as he says.

The boss naturally has his own reasons.

He then continued reporting to Raphael: "Boss, you'll never guess what's inside the second location, that warehouse."

"At least 10 rainbow fentanyl pills, and several sacks full of marijuana, at least 100 kilograms! We're fucking rich!"

Upon hearing this, Raphael's breathing became rapid.

The total value of these goods is at least several million dollars, which is a huge sum of money for Raphael's team.

That's enough for him to rapidly expand his power in a short period of time.

But Raphael knew that these were not the most precious things.

He took a deep breath and said to Miguel, "Very good, Miguel, pack your things. I'll be out soon. We need to give the organization a surprise. I think Mr. Menjo will be happy too."

The Mencho he was referring to is Nemesio Osegra Cervantes, the current leader of CJNG, nicknamed El Mencho.

This is the new generation leader of the CJNG, one of the most powerful drug lords and warlords in all of Mexico.

If Raphael can gain El Menjo's favor, he will definitely rise to the top within the organization in one step!

After hanging up the phone, Raphael tried to calm himself down and approached Wayne, who was still resting with his eyes closed. He respectfully whispered, "Sir, we have not disappointed you. My men have cleared those two locations: a yacht docked at the pier and a warehouse."

"All of Jose's gang members on the yacht have been cleared out. There are four girls in a coma being held in the cabin. My men didn't touch them and left the yacht immediately."

"As for that warehouse, it contains goods worth several million or even tens of millions of US dollars. I dare not dispose of them at will; I will follow your instructions completely."

After speaking, Raphael looked nervously at Wayne, who was still resting with his eyes closed, wondering if his actions and words would satisfy the other party.

Wayne opened his eyes, looked at Raphael, smiled, and said, "Very good, Raphael, my child, you did very well."

Seeing the other person's rare smile and hearing their words of affirmation, Raphael felt his heart finally settle down.

For him, the godfather's affirmation was even more significant than material rewards.

Wayne stood up and said, "Those goods belong to you; you deserve them. As for Jose's gang's channels, I'll hand them over to you after I get out of prison."

Although he had already guessed that Wayne would never touch those goods, Raphael still felt a surge of gratitude.

This was definitely his first pot of gold.

As for Jose's connections, he understood that it couldn't be rushed.

With Wayne's godfather in prison, there was no way to give him that information.

Everything Wayne is giving him now is comparable to a personal God.

Without hesitation, he knelt down, kissed Wayne's shoes, and said, "Thank you, Godfather Wayne. You are like a father to me. I don't know how to repay you—"

Wayne seemed not to see Raphael kneeling on the ground at all, and simply said, "Raphael, my child, I've said it before, all I want is your respect—now, I'm a little tired."

Raphael quickly stood up and said respectfully, "Okay, please get some rest. I won't bother you any longer."

As he spoke, he backed away from Wayne's cell and closed the door with the gentlest of movements.

It was as if he had walked out of a bedroom in a palace, not a prison cell.

After Raphael left, Wayne took out his phone and dialed a number.

"Officer Eileen? It's me."

On the other end of the phone, Eileen, who was resting in her police station office, was startled at first, then her eyes widened suddenly, and she said in a low voice, "Mr. Wayne? You're not—"

She knew perfectly well that the other party should be waiting for the trial at the King County Correctional Center.

Why would I call her?

Wayne's calm voice came through the phone: "There's no time to explain, Eileen. I need you to immediately take a few trustworthy police officers to the dock area and find a yacht moored at the shore. It's a Beneteau yacht, moored near the fishing port in the dock area, berth MK23."

Eileen took a deep breath, then suddenly realized something and quickly said, "Sir, this—this could be—"

This is the address she's been looking for!?

The other party did not answer, but slowly said, "Officer Eileen, I think the credit for this case is enough for you to receive the promotion that you should have received long ago."

With that, he hung up the phone.

Eileen stared at the phone that had been hung up on, not having time to think, and immediately said in the chat group: "Hey guys, I've found that damn breakthrough point. Grab your gear and meet at the usual spot right now."

Several people in the group immediately replied: "What, are we finally going to take down that blond lunatic in the White House?"

"My dear Eileen, have you found Epstein alive?"

"To be honest, I'm utterly disappointed with the police department. All the clues I've found during this period of covert investigation have been restricted."

"Guys, stop joking around. Listen to Eileen and get together immediately. She never does anything she's not sure of."

"Confident? I'm pretty confident we're all going to get fired—should we bring grenades?"

It was lunchtime, and there were still more than ten minutes before work started. Many colleagues had already arrived at the office.

Eileen glanced at Captain Owen Marshall and the others beside her, then stood up without hesitation, quietly left the office, and went to the parking lot.

Two of her friends, who also belonged to the Southern District Police Department, had arrived here earlier.

The three exchanged a glance, got into a police car, and sped away.

They all understood that such actions could provoke opposition from superiors at any time, or even lead to their dismissal.

However, their sense of justice made them disregard everything else.

Soon, as their police car passed an intersection, another police car followed, carrying a like-minded police officer friend. Shortly after, a third police car joined their convoy.

Three police cars and six police officers—these are the like-minded friends Erin has made within the police station over the years, police officers who, like her, adhere to the bottom line.

However, it is precisely because of this "rigidity" that they are all the lowest-ranking police officers, belonging to different departments.

There weren't even many opportunities to get together.

Today, however, they have formed a temporary team because of their shared goal.

They may face life-or-death dangers, but that is insignificant compared to the moral principles they uphold.

Eileen herself was equally excited; she could even feel her adrenaline rising.

She knew she might face the same life-or-death situation as her father, but thinking of what Wayne had said on the phone, she felt a sense of peace for no reason.

That person's words seemed to possess magic, capable of turning expectations into reality.

Three police cars sped to the dock area.

The police car stopped at a corner a few dozen meters away from the berth. Eileen got out of the car and looked towards the berth, immediately spotting the yacht Wayne had mentioned.

The six men formed two tactical squads and began to sneak towards the yacht from both sides.

Everyone's hearts were in their throats.

They had already heard Eileen's account on the way and knew that the yacht had been taken over by the MS-13 gang.

Those Latino bastards are ruthless killers.

A fierce battle is inevitable.

To their surprise, there was still no movement on the yacht even after they had completely reached it.

It was as if this was an empty ship.

"Eileen, is the information wrong?"

Rod from the Criminal Investigation Department, holding a pistol, asked Eileen in a low voice.

Eileen frowned and shook her head, saying, "The source—is extremely reliable; there's no way there could be a problem—"

Then she gritted her teeth and said to Rhodes and the others, "Cover me."

Her companions exchanged glances and quickly advised, "Eileen, don't be impulsive!"

"If anyone's going to charge, it'll be me. I'm using an automatic rifle—"

"Put your bulletproof plates in place!"

Before the others could finish speaking, Eileen burst out of cover, gun in hand, ran up the steps connecting the yacht to the shore, jumped onto the yacht's deck, and shouted, "Seattle Police Department is investigating, everyone—"

She couldn't finish her last sentence, and looking at the scene before her, she blurted out a vulgar American curse:

"Motherfucker————"