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The corruption within the U.S. military in the Middle East has long been an open secret.

Among these, the corruption of the US military stationed in Afghanistan was the most notorious.

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One of the main reasons why the US military withdrew from Afghanistan was that the accounts had become a bottomless pit, with no amount of money being able to be invested.

Auditors who wanted to check the accounts either died in plane crashes, car accidents, or poisoning.

A total of 37 auditors died.

The total reconstruction budget for Afghanistan is $1250 billion, of which $500 billion is unaccounted for.

Of the trillions of dollars in military spending, it is unknown how much is falsely reported.

Of course, these corrupt items were part of Commissioner Smith's special income.

Lower-ranking officers and ordinary soldiers mainly made money by reselling weapons and equipment.

They concealed weapons and ammunition under the guise of "battle damage" and resold them to the Taliban.

From the engines of Black Hawk helicopters, Humvees, armored vehicles, heavy machine guns, and grenade launchers, down to fuel and bullets.

Sell ​​everything that can be moved out, and everything that the Taliban needs.

Even on a second-hand online platform of a certain major Eastern country, you can buy US military equipment, which is displayed on a straw mat in a simple and unadorned manner.

Commissioner Smith ate his fill of meat, but he also made sure his brothers had a sip of soup.

The leadership of the US military in the Middle East often tacitly approves of these things, or even directly participates in them.

After all, they were already profiting from the soldiers' blood; if they dared to stop the soldiers from making money, they might get shot in the back at any time.

Jet was actually quite aware of all of this, but subconsciously he didn't think about it and simply attributed it to his bad luck.

When Wayne revealed the truth, his faith completely collapsed, and he could hardly accept it.

He dedicated everything to this country, only to suffer from nerve damage caused by shrapnel and addiction to performance-enhancing drugs. The truth, however, is so cruel!

"Mr. Wayne... this..."

Rhodes looked at Jett, who was kneeling and crying, and didn't know what to say for a moment. He looked to Wayne for help.

Wayne raised his hand and placed it on Jet's head, instantly activating the power of [Basic Witch Doctor].

Immediately, he felt a small piece of shrapnel embedded deep in Jet's spine, fused with his flesh.

The location of this shrapnel is too sensitive; if it is removed surgically without proper medical attention, it could potentially damage the central nervous system and cause paralysis.

This is precisely why he has been suffering from unbearable pain.

If left unchecked, Jeter might become paralyzed at any time.

Wayne instantly activated the power of the basic witch doctor, channeling it into Jet's lesions.

Immediately, the witch doctor's power began to rapidly envelop the shrapnel, slowly removing it without damaging the nerves!

Meanwhile, the injury that Jeter had sustained on his spine began to heal rapidly.

Jet trembled all over, feeling an unbearable tingling and itching sensation in his back, along with an unprecedented sense of comfort, as if he had been reborn.

He looked at Wayne in astonishment, only to see Wayne calmly say:

"Lie down."

As he spoke, he had already pulled out a dagger, and with a swift motion, he slashed and flicked across Jet's back, picking out a blackened shrapnel stuck to flesh and blood.

"bite……"

Shrapnel fell to the ground with a soft thud.

Jet quickly bent down and picked up the shrapnel. Looking at the shrapnel that had tormented him for years, he could hardly believe his eyes.

He murmured to himself:

"This...this is shrapnel from standard US military ammunition...it's it...it's it..."

Then he abruptly looked up at Wayne and said in a trembling voice:

"You...you really are a saint...sir, please...please forgive my rudeness just now...I just can't believe it..."

At this point, he took a deep breath and pleaded with Wayne:

"Sir, please, please let this fool serve under you... I know nothing but shooting and killing..."

Wayne asked calmly:

"So, Jett, what if I asked you to shoot the government you once trusted? What if I asked you to shoot the American army?"

A flash of hatred crossed Jet's eyes as he said:

"A corrupt government, a corrupt army—I wish I could go and clean up those scum right now!"

Wayne nodded and said calmly:

"Okay, Cent, my friend, you'll get the job."

As he spoke, he took out a stack of $5000 in cash and handed it to Rod and Cent respectively.

This is my first month's salary.

Rod took the money with trembling hands, tears welling up in his eyes again, and said:

"Oh, sir, I... I don't know how to express my gratitude..."

With this money, his wife no longer had to sell her body on Aurora Street.

He will also be able to find a way to bring his children back.

Cent stood there, stunned, holding the stack of banknotes, feeling a sense of unreality.

This is much more than what he earns from odd jobs.

This is much more than what he earns from odd jobs.

His father's liver disease also requires money.

Taylor, the retired female soldier who had been silent until now, took a deep breath and said hesitantly:

"Sir...can I...can I do it too?"

Wayne nodded and said:

"Of course, Taylor, good girl, if you're willing... can you still hold a gun?"

Taylor shuddered and said somewhat flusteredly:

"I...I have some mental issues, and I might not be very stable when holding a gun right now, but I used to be an elite marksman, and as long as I overcome my psychological problems..."

Wayne nodded and said:

"Taylor, don't worry, it's not your fault."

"Now, kneel down."

Taylor immediately knelt down in front of Wayne, bowing his head in prayer.

Unlike the suspicious Cent, she lived in the South Side of Seattle and had recently heard about the urban legends of the South Side Saints.

I never imagined that this urban legend was true.

The living saint was right in front of her.

Wayne activated the [Basic Witch Doctor] skill again, beginning to channel that warm energy to help Taylor repair her damaged nerves.

Taylor felt as if she were immersed in warm amniotic fluid, as if everything that made her anxious and the dark past that she kept silent about had become insignificant.

"God... this feeling is just..." Taylor said in a trembling voice.

This was the first time she had felt this peace of mind since her parents died in the Great Plague at Fort Detrick.

It was as if I had been protected by a Greater Other, and I no longer had to worry about those nightmares.

Tears streamed down her face as Taylor murmured:

"Thank you... sir, thank you so much..."

"Do you know, they..."