I'm building Gundams in America

Chapter 208 You've disappointed me (Seeking monthly votes)

The room was dimly lit.

Pepe and Matteo were blindfolded and strapped to two ordinary family dining chairs.

In front of them was a single sofa.

Wayne walked over and sat down on the sofa.

Raphael immediately removed the blindfolds from Pepe and Matteo's eyes, then stood beside Wayne.

The two people, whose eyes had been covered, suddenly saw light and blinked repeatedly, trying to regain their vision.

Then they saw the long-robed man with black hair and black eyes sitting on the sofa.

A small dog was lying at the man's feet.

The other person said in a gentle voice, "Welcome, both of you."

The moment Matteo saw the other person's face clearly, he trembled and blurted out, "Wayne!? It's you!?"

Pepe, standing to the side, was taken aback at first, then her eyes narrowed instantly, and she smiled kindly, saying, "So you're Mr. Wayne from the Saints Gang. It seems Raphael has already cooperated with you—"

"I think there was some misunderstanding between us before. If I have offended you in any way, I sincerely apologize on behalf of cJNG."

"As you know, I've just arrived in Seattle and there are still many things I don't understand. My staff might be a bit rough around the edges, which is truly my responsibility as the boss. I hope you—"

The black-haired, black-eyed man before him seemed not to have heard a word he was saying, and spoke slowly in a deep, magnetic voice: "Mr. Pepe Cervantes, have I done something wrong to upset you?"

Pepe paused for a moment, then quickly shook her head with a smile and said, "Of course not, this is our first meeting, Mr. Wayne—"

"Or have I said anything disrespectful to you that angered you?" the black-haired, black-eyed man continued, his expression calm, as if it were just a conversation between two friends.

Pepe immediately shook her head and said, "Of course not, Mr. Wayne. I've only been in Seattle for a short time, how could I possibly have heard your—"

Wayne continued, "If that's the case, why did you injure my brother and kill two people on my street?"

His voice was calm, yet carried an irresistible authority.

Pepe, who had initially wanted to argue, suddenly realized that he was completely following the other person's rhythm. With just a few words, the other person had given him a huge sense of pressure, just like when facing Al Menjo.

Pepe's forehead instantly broke out in a fine sweat, and she stammered, "Sir, I think this must be a misunderstanding. I meant to you—"

Wayne said calmly, "So, you harbor pure malice towards me, a desire to kill me."

Pepe was startled, her confidence immediately wilting. She quickly said, "Mr. Wayne, this is a complete misunderstanding. I just came from Mexico, and my subordinates are handling most of the work. I had no idea—"

He then abruptly turned to Matteo, frowning as he asked, "Mateo, when I asked you to invite Mr. Wayne to join CJNG, weren't you too rude, causing Mr. Wayne to misunderstand?"

Matteo was taken aback and said, "I—I—"

Before Matteo could answer, Pepe turned to Wayne and said solemnly, "Mr. Wayne, please rest assured that we at CJNG always put our reputation first. I have already reported our cooperation with the Saints to Mr. Menjo."

"If you agree, CJNG will be your strong backer, and you and your Saints Gang can act as CJNG's general agent in the Seattle market!"

"Of course, we need to have several detailed negotiations to finalize the profit sharing, but I can tell you privately that my maximum authority is 60%."

Pepe's expression was serious, as if she were not tied to a chair, but rather talking eloquently at a negotiating table, discussing the details of the enhancer business.

He then took a deep breath and continued, "In addition, to show my sincerity, I can also give you the $50 in cash I brought this time, as well as goods of twice that value, as a down payment for our cooperation."

He then looked at Rafael next to Wayne, gave him a sincere smile, and said, "Rafael, my brother, you know I'm going back to Mexico. I hope you can represent CJNG and work well with Mr. Wayne in the future."

Seeing the other person's sincere expression, Wayne shook his head slightly and said, "Pepe, my friend, your dishonesty has disappointed me."

Pepe Cervantes, a two-headed cannibalistic drug dealer from the CJNG tribe in Mexico, is having an affair with the wife of the tribe's chief, El Menjo. He is cunning, resilient, extremely arrogant, and even unwilling to use enhancement agents. Fearless and ruthless, he enjoys torturing and killing the families of rival gang members and military/police personnel. To intimidate others, he takes pleasure in hunting and torturing their children, committing numerous horrific acts of cruelty and selling related videos on the dark web. He has brought $500 million in cash and a large quantity of enhancement agents to the Demon Realm Dungeon, intending to use them to recruit members and purchase weapons.

Pepe was taken aback, then solemnly explained, "Mr. Wayne, you must know, I just arrived in Seattle, and this is really all I have—"

The black-haired, black-eyed man before them showed a pained expression on his face, sighed, and said, "Why did you force me—"

Raphael said in a deep voice, "You have given him enough chances. This scum does not deserve your mercy. Please leave him to me—Godfather."

Upon hearing Raphael's words, both Pepe and Matteo looked shocked.

Even Pepe, who is skilled at emotional control and acting, showed genuine surprise at this moment.

They originally thought that Raphael and Wayne were just business partners.

Little did they know that Wayne was actually Raphael's godfather!

Moreover, judging from Raphael's demeanor, he showed Wayne extreme respect, as if he were facing his own biological father!

Pepe sat bolt upright. The relationship between Raphael and Wayne instantly made him reassess the other's strength and the interests involved. He quickly said, "Mr. Wayne, I think we can still—"

Before he could finish speaking, Raphael had already come over and taped his mouth shut, leaving him only able to make "woo-woo" sounds.

Raphael then walked to a table and turned on a record player.

The melodious sound of a cello rises, it is Bach's little aria "ARIOSO".

Wayne leaned back on the sofa, closed his eyes, and immersed himself in the music.

Raphael picked up a box and walked up to Pepe.

turn on.

This is a family toolbox.

It contains all the useful tools, including screwdrivers, claw hammers, pliers, and handsaws.

In America, this is considered an essential toolbox for every household.

After all, repairmen are too expensive, so you often have to do it yourself.

Raphael picked up a pair of pliers, looked up at Pepe, grinned, and said, "Pepe, just like you did to Garcia—let's begin."

Pepe's pleading and fawning expression had completely vanished; instead, her face was grim and murderous.

It was as if the other person, not him, was the one tied to the chair.

He said with his eyes:

come on.

The sound of the record player filled the entire room.

Following "ARIOSO" is the "Prelude to the Cello Suite No. 1 in G major", then the "Sonata in C major", and finally the "Air on the G String".

From the initial melodious and gentle tone, to the passionate and soaring melody in the middle, and finally to the heart-wrenching sigh at the end, Wayne opened his eyes.

"Tick-tock—tick-tock—"

Blood dripped from the chair, falling onto the plastic sheet as if keeping time.

Pepe has almost no healthy flesh left on her body.

All teeth were pulled out.

The joints of his hands and limbs were all smashed.

Blood was everywhere, pooling into a small puddle on the plastic sheet beneath him.

But his eyes remained sinister, as if none of it had happened to him.

Raphael looked at Wayne apologetically and said, "Godfather, I'm sorry. I've been away from Mexico for too long, and I'm not very good at these things anymore. I was a bit too rough with it—"

With that, he ripped the tape off Peipei's mouth, grabbed her hair, and whispered in her ear, "You son of a bitch, now, hand over everything to the Godfather, or I'll send you back to hell."

Pepe looked weak, her eyes were cold, and she was breathing heavily while laughing maniacally: "Thank you—Raphael, soon—you will be able to continue—interrogating—a corpse."

He then looked up at Wayne and said, "As for you, Mr. Wayne—you damn saints—soon you will face the CJNG's insane retaliation—the whole of Seattle—will become a battlefield—"

The best thing about being tortured is that you only have to go through it once.

If you endure it, you'll die soon, and then it won't matter anymore.

As a drug lord who grew up on the streets, Pepe was never afraid of death and even had some self-destructive tendencies.

When all struggles are futile, he will accept death with equanimity.

The thought of Wayne and Raphael's powerless rage after he died gave him waves of pleasure.

Wayne nodded and said, "Pepe, my friend, what a vicious viper."

As he spoke, he placed his hand on Peipei's forehead and said with a compassionate expression, "But in front of me, no one can seek their own death, for God will not allow it. I will bless you."

7

[Basic Witch Doctor], activate!

Warm energy emerged in Wayne's palm, starting from Pepe's forehead, flowing into his body, and in the blink of an eye, it had traveled through his entire body.

His life-threatening injuries were quickly repaired, and his wounds began to heal, pulling him back from the brink of death in the blink of an eye.

He won't die anytime soon.

Pepe's previously weak body suddenly regained its strength.

The numbness to pain caused by blood loss was instantly suppressed, and the intense pain made him gasp and let out a muffled roar.

For the first time, fear gripped his heart.

He felt that he had been saved in that instant, and the death he had longed for had left him!

His eyes were filled with shock as he stared at Wayne, utterly unable to believe what had happened to him. He stammered, "Bondie... what is this...?"

The pain, even more maddening than before, assaulted his nerves.

Wayne said calmly, "Bondier is protecting you, and I think you should understand why they call me a saint—"

"Let's begin."

He then sat back down on the sofa. This time, he casually picked up a book, glanced at the cover, and opened it.

It is Hermann Hesse's "Siddhartha".

Your basic Witch Doctor skill has been improved (Master 12% + 0.1%).

[Experience points +1]