I'm building Gundams in America

Chapter 216 Didn't I immigrate for nothing? (Seeking monthly votes)

Wayne raised an eyebrow.

Alex had previously hinted to him that some people were targeting him and even wanted to kill him.

It seems to be related to that live stream Alex was doing.

According to him, while working as a body collector, he witnessed the tragic plight of too many people at the bottom of society, and the mental pressure he felt was immense.

Originally, I just wanted to do a live stream to vent and relieve some of my stress, just to act as a sounding board for stress relief.

Unexpectedly, it became a hit online.

This behavior naturally caused dissatisfaction among many people.

The first to be affected are immigration agents and people from the University of Tokyo, as well as some "high-class Chinese" who have obtained legal status from the University of Tokyo and consider themselves to be of noble status.

That is, "Gao Hua".

These people have very simple ideas.

Immigration agencies are unable to continue ripping people off after their source of income has been cut off, while Runren, who came from Dongda University in recent years, is afraid that their clownish behavior will be exposed.

As for the thoughts of the Gao Hua people, they naturally felt that even if they were inferior and treated as foreign slaves in America, they were still psychologically superior to their hometown people. They would scrub the dishes until sparks flew while being discriminated against by the foreigners, and at the same time, they would occasionally show off their superiority in front of their hometown people.

Or they drive trucks for more than ten hours a day, have no social circle, and never see a friend, yet they rely on posting videos online every day saying that truck drivers earn a lot of money.

After marrying a foreigner, she could post videos every day of cooking for her family of over ten people, and dream of being the first lady of France.

Alex's live stream directly shattered their hollow sense of superiority, delivering a devastating blow on a psychological level.

I can't keep up appearances in front of my family back home. Are you trying to kill me?

Did my immigration process go to waste?

Even my family back home, where feudalism was abolished long ago, knows that I'm actually a servant outside. My sisters all think I'm an idiot, that my marriage was a complete waste of time.

My time in America was miserable and exhausting. I had to kneel before foreigners, I was robbed and beaten by black guys until my eyeballs almost popped out, a young foreigner pulled my eye and yelled "Ching Chong" at me, and when I went to an American hospital, a doctor just touched my back and charged me $5670.

US dollars, that's how I live—by showing off my superiority in front of you Chinese. That's my only source of motivation!

Now you're telling me that someone in America is doing a live stream online, showing the real lives of the American underclass, and that all my boasting has been exposed, making all my relatives back home see that I'm just an idiot, and some people even pity me.

Pity me? Are you Chinese-American couples?!

I'm going to fucking kill that guy, I'm going to fucking kill him!

How dare he? How dare he tell the truth?!

Wayne was still a Dongda student at heart, and he understood those people's mentality after a little thought.

He then said to Alex on the other end of the phone, "Of course, no problem, brother Alex. I told you before, you can come to me if you have any difficulties. Where are you now?"

Alex's voice rang out, seemingly relieved, and he sighed, "Okay, bro, okay, sigh, thank you so much—I'm in a café on Rose Street in the South District. After I went out this morning, I felt like I was being followed, so I rushed here—those guys seem to still be waiting outside—"

"I was planning to have my roommate pick me up, but it just so happens to be New Year's Day, and neither of them are here—I had no choice but to call you, bro. I'm really sorry to trouble you—"

Wayne said, "Alex, you stay in the coffee shop and don't come out. I'm coming right away."

The celebration at the Church of the Testimony of the Gospel had ended, and a group of fanatical believers were listening to Pastor Martin's final eulogy.

Wayne put away his phone and strode out of the church. Rhodes, Jet, and Taylor immediately followed behind him, leaving the church together.

The 18-year-old Toyota was parked outside the church. Wayne got into the passenger seat, and Rhodes immediately started the engine, taking Wayne to the café Alex had mentioned.

Soon, they arrived outside the coffee shop.

Jet and Taylor stayed in the car, while Wayne led Rod into the cafe, where they found Alex sitting in a corner, drinking coffee and cautiously looking around.

Seeing Wayne appear, Alex breathed a sigh of relief and quickly went to greet him, saying, "Brother Wayne, thank you so much for your help. It's still about the live stream—"

As he spoke, he handed Wayne a small gift box: "I came out to the Asian supermarket to do some shopping today. It's the New Year, so I'm giving you a little gift, a small zodiac pendant from our hometown."

The matter of interpersonal relationships and social interactions.

Wayne stared at the small red pendant in the transparent plastic box, momentarily dazed. He carefully placed the gift in his hand and said, "Thank you, Brother Alex. Let's go."

With that, she turned and led Alex out of the cafe.

Alex glanced at Rod beside Wayne, and as he followed Wayne out, he subtly inquired, "Wayne, where are your two black assistants? Didn't they come?"

As they spoke, they arrived at the door.

Wayne said, "Brother David is injured, and Brother Mike is taking care of him. Brother Alex, why are you suddenly asking about this?"

Alex gave a wry smile and looked ahead, saying, "The main thing is, the ones following me are two black guys. I feel like if Mike and the David brothers were here, I might be able to get some support."

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Wayne reassured him, "Don't worry, brothers Alex, Rhodes can also talk to them."

As they spoke, the door to the coffee shop was opened, and the three of them walked out together.

Two men with unfriendly expressions, one fat and one thin, were walking briskly across the street.

The two men approached Alex, and one of them, a burly black man, said to Alex, "Hey, Asian kid, our boss wants to see you. Come with us right now!"

Wearing sunglasses and a trench coat, Rod immediately blocked the other party's way and calmly said, "This gentleman cannot go with you. Let your boss come by himself."

The fat black man frowned, his face contorted with rage. He placed his hand on his hip, took a half-step forward, almost pressing against Rod, and said, "White devil, what, you're going to stand up for this Asian kid?"

Rod remained calm as he slightly pulled open his trench coat, revealing an automatic rifle hanging on the lining.

The fat Black man jolted, instantly taking two steps back, and muttered, "What? You're alone, but there are two of us! Paul! This fucking white bastard is discriminating against us!"

As he spoke, he gestured for the skinny black man to also brandish his weapon.

Paul, a skinny Black man, swallowed hard, tugged at his companion's clothes, and said, "Hey, bro, I think you'd better look back."

The fat black man turned his head and shuddered.

Behind them, a man and a woman appeared out of nowhere.

Both were wearing sunglasses and trench coats, with one hand tucked into their clothes.

Clearly, they were accomplices of the man in front of them, and they all had the same weapons and equipment.

A bright smile instantly spread across the fat Black man's face, his white teeth standing out prominently. He said, "I think there must be some misunderstanding here. Our boss just wants to get to know this Asian kid. He—he likes Eastern culture, so he wants to exchange ideas—"

"After all, America is an all-encompassing country. Our boss is currently preparing to write a new song related to the East, so—we mean no harm—"

Wayne said calmly, "Get out."

The two Black men, one fat and one thin, immediately felt as if they had been granted a pardon and quickly turned around and backed away from the encirclement.

After taking a dozen or so steps back, they turned and ran. The fat man even lost his shoes in the process, but he didn't care about that at all.

Two white men and one black man, carrying automatic rifles and wearing trench coats, instantly brought back memories of their ancestors for both of them.

On-the-spot stress response.

Seeing this scene, Alex was also shocked, and then he turned his head sharply to look at Wayne.

He had vaguely known that the Wayne brothers were now quite powerful, but he never expected them to be this strong!

He had also met quite a few white veterans.

Just by looking at the positions and postures of these three bodyguards, you can tell they're veterans looking for a new job.

"Let's go, Alex, get in the car," Wayne said, leading Alex into the 18-year-old Toyota.

Alex sighed and said, "Brother Wayne, I didn't expect you to be so great—would it be convenient for you to come back to my place with me? I need to get some personal belongings."

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Wayne nodded: "Of course, Rhodes, go to the address the Alex brothers gave us."

At the same time, he took out his phone and dialed a number: "Sol, my child, I need you to come somewhere—"

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