I'm building Gundams in America

Chapter 130 Wayne's Mad Dog (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

There are two types of people in this world who are least trustworthy.

Drug addicts and gamblers.

Needless to say, drug addicts are completely unable to resist the withdrawal symptoms caused by addiction to enhancers. Any promises that seem solemn in a normal state will vanish after the addiction to enhancers kicks in.

If you're infected with drugs, you can't be considered human anymore.

As for gambling addiction, it is actually very similar to drug addiction in terms of its addiction mechanism; both are physiological disorders of the brain.

The difference is that drug addicts suffer brain damage due to the stimulation of drugs, while gamblers suffer brain damage due to the stimulation of long-term gambling.

Both involve a constantly rising threshold for pleasure; once a certain point is crossed, there's no going back.

Even after overcoming physical addiction, both individuals sometimes find it difficult to resist relapsing into drug use and gambling.

The psychological addiction is hard to break.

Robert in front of me is a complete and utter gambler.

Although he kept saying that everything he did was to make money to pay off his debts, Wayne knew this kind of person all too well.

I don't know how many times I've cracked down on gambling in my past life.

However, it was precisely because Wayne had noticed this characteristic of Robert during their last meeting that he came to find him.

Although we can't find out who Jimmy is behind all this for now, we should take down one of his legs first and look for clues from Deputy Warden Cent. We're sure to get some results.

Of course, it would be too conspicuous for Wayne to do this himself, so a stakeholder like Robert would be a quick and decisive stab.

If used properly, a mad dog can bite even more.

Upon hearing Wayne's words, Robert's breathing became rapid.

He had initially assumed that Wayne, upon hearing that he had come to discuss business, was seeking further advantages within the prison.

Moreover, he had heard from his prison guards in the past few days that this Wayne had even single-handedly subdued the gang members in those high-risk prison wards and was revered by those criminals as the "Godfather of the Ward".

As is customary, the other party will inevitably seek to expand the "market" of the high-level prison area and even the entire King County Correctional Center, and start doing business such as trafficking in enhancers or contraband.

To Robert's surprise, the other party said something like this.

He should be offered an annual salary of 18 to 20 yuan.

Robert took a deep breath and said, "Mr. Wayne—I—I don't understand—"

Wayne looked at Robert with pity and said, "Robert, look at you, messy hair, bloodshot eyes, looks like you never get a good night's sleep. Is this really the life you deserve?"

As he spoke, Wayne took a small sip of the whiskey in his glass.

Robert vaguely guessed what was going on, and quickly poured Wayne some more wine, saying, "But—sir, the positions of the heads of the four departments—have all been filled. Two of them are the warden's men, and the other two are the deputy warden's men. I—I have no chance—"

Wayne said calmly, "If someone is dismissed for corruption, and you're the whistleblower, what will happen?"

Robert took a deep breath, his eyes wide, and quickly said, "If that's the case, I have an 80%—no, a 90% chance—of being promoted to one of the four department heads—Deputy Warden Mr. Cent has some connections in the state government, and the warden has always been openly and covertly competing with him. 'If either of them gets into trouble, the other will seize the opportunity and exploit it relentlessly.'"

Wayne smiled faintly, raised his glass, and said, "Then congratulations in advance, Manager Robert—"

Robert, barely containing his excitement, said somewhat bewilderedly, "Mr. Wayne, please, please stop toying with this poor man. Please tell me the truth—"

It feels like there are a bunch of cats scratching at my heart —

Could Wayne's true identity be a high-ranking government official? Or perhaps one of the blue-blooded aristocrats who truly rule the entire United States? A member of the deep government?

Otherwise, how could the other party have said those words so calmly and composedly?

Because of the terrifying aura and calm demeanor the other party had previously displayed, Robert had doubted the other party's identity, but he never doubted whether the other party could keep his word.

Wayne, with a calm expression, slowly said, "Center, the deputy warden of King County Correctional Center, has long accepted bribes from Jose Contreras, the leader of the Jose gang in MS-13, to provide convenience for the Jose gang within King County Correctional Center. Many members of the Jose gang have received Cent's protection while in prison."

"You should know about the hottest case in the Seattle Police Department recently, right? The human trafficking case involving a minority girl. Cent was also involved. Why did the gang look for targets in juvenile detention centers and at the same time shelter related prisoners?"

As Wayne spoke, Robert's breathing became extremely rapid.

Having been a prison guard for many years and having a deep understanding of the actions of those gang members, he judged almost immediately that everything Wayne said was true!

Such detailed characters and information could not have been fabricated at will.

He also knew that the hottest case in the entire Seattle Police Department right now was the human trafficking case involving a minority girl.

This case is one that the entire Seattle Police Department and even the Seattle city government are working hard on, and it has even alarmed the Washington state government, which is promoting it as a typical case against the federal government's immigration policies.

If I can really get involved in this case, it will be a huge achievement, and becoming one of the heads of the four major departments will be a sure thing. I might even become the deputy warden!

As a seasoned gambler, he deeply understands the importance of being in the right place at the right time.

And this case is right now in the spotlight.

Once you catch this trend, a position that might have required decades of experience to obtain can be acquired effortlessly in the blink of an eye.

That's a $20 annual salary, enough to help him cover his current debts.

He was rescued from the abyss of debt.

Not to mention, in America, power represents far more than just a salary; it also represents a revolving door between politics and business.

Political donations and a whole host of other things.

Once you're in a high position, you could earn an unimaginable amount just from arbitrage based on insider information.

Think of that investment genius in the White House and the stock market guru on Capitol Hill; they are role models.

Robert immediately knelt down, crawled forward on his knees, took Wayne's hand, and kissed the back of his hand deeply, saying, "Sir—no, Godfather, I really don't know how to thank you—you are my guardian angel, you are my saint—I—I don't even know how to repay you—"

As she spoke, tears streamed down her face.

Wayne reached out and patted Robert's head, sighed, and said, "Robert, Robert, I told you, I just didn't want a patriot like you to be betrayed by this country."

As a gambler, Robert also deeply understands that what is free is often the most expensive.

Wayne has a lot of dirt on him, and he may have to pay back more to Godfather Wayne in the future.

But so what?

That's for later.

Immediately afterwards, he heard Wayne whisper an email address and password into his ear.

"This email contains the information you need about Jose and Cent," Wayne said slowly. "As a patriot, I think you know what to do."

Robert said humbly, "Godfather, oh my loving father, thank you for your mercy—"

"Please rest assured, as a fellow patriot, I will absolutely not tolerate these parasites from other countries destroying the very foundation of the United States."

"I will make these parasites pay for it! In the name of the Godfather!"

As he spoke, Robert grabbed Wayne's hand again and kissed the back of his hand forcefully.

Wayne downed his whiskey in one gulp, rose and looked at Robert, who was kneeling and gazing up at him like a lamb, and said with satisfaction, "Robert, my son, with such a loyal guardian as you, how can America not rise again?"

"Compared to that opportunist in the White House, you are the true patriot."

"Go, reveal the truth to the world, and receive the honor and position you deserve."

"I will await your triumphant return."

After saying that, Wayne turned around, pushed open the door, and left Robert's office.

Bob, who was waiting outside, quickly followed him back to the prison area.

Just before the door closed again, Bob glimpsed Captain Robert kneeling respectfully on the ground through the crack in the door and was stunned.

Judging from Robert's demeanor, it was as if Wayne wasn't a prisoner in this jail at all.

Rather, it was his master, the president of a country, the monarch who commanded everything!

What exactly happened in the office in those short ten minutes?

That irritable, irritable, and eccentric gambling supervisor has actually become a docile lamb?

What kind of magic does this man possess?

Bob couldn't tell whether he was escorting prisoners or serving as Wayne's servant.

He understood that no matter how much money Robert needed, it was difficult for money alone to make Robert so humble.

There must be something else.

But what exactly is it?

Bob felt utterly baffled by his limited intellect.

However, he has one advantage: if he can't figure something out, he won't think about it anymore. As long as he continues to respect his benefactor, everything is okay.

The two walked through the safety corridor and soon returned to the high-risk prison area.

Just as he passed through the security gate, prison guard Anderson quickly approached Wayne and said with a hint of obsequiousness, "Mr. Wayne, someone has come to visit you. Your lawyer wants to see you; apparently, your case is about to go to trial."

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Wayne shook the other man's hand, casually handed him $20, and said calmly, "Thank you for your notification, Officer Anderson."

Your skill, Bard Performance, has been improved (Specialization 4% + 1%).

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