Chapter 145 You're a great guy!

"You bunch of hired executioners, do you even know where you are? Get out!"

Old Will's rough voice rang out, followed by dozens of people echoing it:

"Get out!"

"This is the dwelling place of saints!"

"In God's eyes, there are no illegal immigrants!"

"White devils, let me tell you what illegal immigrants are. You white devils are the ones who are illegal immigrants when you get into Heaven!"

" "You were an illegal immigrant from the day you were smuggled into this world from your mother's womb!"

A barrage of colorful insults erupted, followed by shouts from ICE agents:

"Back off! You are obstructing law enforcement!"

"Grab that Mexican!"

"We have the right to fire, as requested by the president!"

Inside the tent, a resolute look appeared on Rhodes' face as he said:

"Sir, we await your orders!"

Having just experienced a profound shock to both body and soul, Jett and Taylor looked resolute, equally eager for their chance to prove themselves.

Only by truly experiencing the power of the saints can one understand what a terrifying, almost miraculous energy it is.

This gives them a new hope as they struggle to survive in the valley of despair.

It even gave rise to a feeling of fearlessness.

For a moment, Taylor himself was somewhat dazed, and finally understood the true meaning of the name "Saint".

She was willing to kill for the saints after knowing them for less than an hour.

All she knows how to do is kill.

As she spoke, she attached a laser guide to the automatic rifle in her hand.

Today is a cloudy day, and the laser guide works very well.

Wayne looked calmly at the three of them and said:

"When I hold up two fingers, you are to aim; when I hold up three fingers, you are to kill."

As they were talking, Wayne had already lifted the curtain and stepped out of the tent.

The street outside the tent was in chaos, with four standard armed jeeps parked side by side, forming a wall.

A dozen armed men, dressed in green uniforms and khaki bulletproof vests, wearing masks and sunglasses, were pointing their guns at the surrounding area, suppressing the people present.

Some of them were even wearing cowboy hats.

If it weren't for the "ICE POLICE" lettering on their backs, their baklava hats and sunglasses would look almost exactly like the outfits of terrorists in movies.

However, these ICE team leaders were equally annoyed and wary at the same time.

They received information that a large number of illegal immigrants were gathering on this street, so they immediately came to carry out the arrest operation.

As a federal agency, ICE has a fairly large staff in its Seattle office, and recently recruited a large number of young MAGAs, all eager to make a name for themselves and afraid of being outdone by other cities.

Now that I've heard about such a great opportunity, I certainly can't let it slip by.

However, when they arrived on the street to begin the arrest, they immediately discovered that the situation was not as they had imagined.

Indeed, many of them look like illegal immigrants at first glance.

The mixed-race skin color, curly hair, Mexican accent, and some Middle Eastern features, etc.

They were practically walking bonuses.

Needless to say, once these illegal immigrants are caught, even those who have already obtained legal status, they are all money bags that ICE can use to extort money from them.

Similar incidents have already occurred in various ICE immigration detention centers across the United States.

You say you're a legal immigrant? Fine, pay a $5 fine and we'll release you.

But today is clearly different.

When they tried to arrest a Latino homeless man, hundreds of people immediately stepped forward and formed a human wall, blocking the man who was clearly an illegal immigrant!

Furthermore, these guys present seemed completely unafraid of death, not only building walls but also hurling insults in various ways.

A Black woman's words were so venomous they nearly broke many ICE agents on the spot.

"Get out of the way immediately! You are obstructing official business! We have the right to shoot!"

The ICE team leader shouted, and then released the safety on his pistol.

But as the safety was released, hundreds of people around them stepped forward, forming an even denser human wall that surrounded them.

One calm-looking homeless man even pressed his forehead directly against the captain's gun barrel.

"Damn it!" the team leader cursed, his neck and head turning bright red in an instant.

He never imagined that anyone would dare to treat ICE like that, and this was something he absolutely could not tolerate!

He immediately cursed:

"Do you know what you're doing? This is a rebellion! This is a massive rebellion!"

"Kneel down immediately and put your hands behind your head! Otherwise, you will face the consequences!"

"I'm going to fire! 5...4...3...2..."

The people before him showed no sign of retreating; instead, their expressions remained calm, as if their souls were not within their bodies but in other dimensions.

This gave the ICE agents a chill.

Suddenly, a gentle voice rang out behind them:

"stop."

The sound wasn't loud, but it seemed to possess a magical power, immediately halting the advance of the wall of hundreds of people that formed an impenetrable barrier.

A passage appeared in the wall of people, and the crowd, who had been furious just moments before, now showed signs of fanaticism and turned to look.

The ICE members looked on in astonishment as well, and saw a man in a long robe with black hair and black eyes slowly walking towards them.

Judging from his appearance, he is clearly not an illegal immigrant.

Absolutely the true American flag.

"You're in charge here? Sir, I hope you understand how terrible it is to fight against ICE! We are protecting this country and eliminating pests, while your actions are tantamount to treason!" the ICE leader said solemnly.

"Kevin, Kevin, there have never been any illegal immigrants here. God allows everyone to come to this country equally; no one is illegal," Wayne said calmly, already walking up to the team leader.

Kevin Kent, a law enforcement officer of the Dark Court, is a descendant of ranchers from Mississippi. He participated in the Occupy Capitol movement and was recruited into the ICE team by the current leader. He has repeatedly arrested illegal and legal immigrants for extortion, forming a long-term industry chain to pay off student loans and property taxes.

Upon hearing Wayne's voice, ICE Captain Kevin trembled and exclaimed in astonishment:

"How...how do you know my name!?"

For ICE agents, while murder and arson may bring them wealth and prestige, they also face enormous risks.

Against the backdrop of the political divide between the blue and red parties in America, there are more people who want to kill them than those who support them.

Not to mention the overwhelming cyberbullying that would follow once personal information is leaked, which could completely break a person.

These redneck MAGAs don't have very strong mental fortitude.

This is why almost all ICE agents wear masks and sunglasses.

He was wearing a mask, sunglasses, and a cowboy hat, so his face was completely obscured.

How did the other person know his name?

Just as Captain Kevin Kent was feeling shocked and even a little scared, a teammate next to him, who was also wearing a mask, suddenly looked at the black-haired, black-eyed man in front of him and said:

"You...you're Bruce Wayne? You're Bacon Jack!?"