I'm building Gundams in America

Chapter 217 Money Rat Tail (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

According to official FBI statistics, there are approximately 3.3 gangs in the United States.

Of course, this is the publicly listed group of gangs willing to reveal their identities.

Among these, the largest number are Black gangs.

Even though the number of Latino gang members (65 as of 2020) has exceeded that of Black gang members (50 as of 2020), Black people still dominate in terms of the number of gangs.

After all, it's the old American black flag, belonging to the family tradition of buying iron pole crops for free.

Among these Black gangs, the most influential and powerful are the Bloods and the Tumors.

In addition to drug trafficking and extortion for protection money, another traditional business of these black gangs is charging people to teach others a lesson.

Didi ride-hailing service.

Those two black men were clearly bribed to cause trouble.

After all, it's really easy for someone to pay you to teach an ordinary Asian kid a lesson.

Asians are notoriously timid and easily bullied.

As for the person who paid, being Asian? Who cares? As long as they get paid, that's all that matters.

For this reason, Wayne's first thought was Thor, the leader of the Pirus faction of the Blood Gang and his own godson.

Using organized crime to combat organized crime is the most suitable approach for the United States.

The 18-year-old Toyota drove on and soon arrived at an apartment building.

"Brother Wayne, thank you so much. Please wait downstairs for a moment, I'll be right down," Alex said quickly.

"It's alright, Alex, I'll go up with you." Wayne said, getting out of the car and leaving Jett and Taylor behind. He then led Rod and Alex into the apartment building.

The three quickly arrived at the door of an apartment building. Alex said apologetically to Wayne, "Brother Wayne, the apartment is a bit messy, sorry."

As he spoke, he took out his key, unlocked the door, and went inside.

There was no one else in the room; apparently, as Alex had said, his roommate wasn't there today.

Alex began quickly packing some changes of clothes and other items.

This place is no longer safe to stay in; we need to go out and hide for a while.

Just then, Wayne's phone vibrated suddenly. He pressed the answer button, and Taylor's voice came through: "Sir, six gang members have gone in. Jet and I are preparing to surround them downstairs."

Wayne hung up the phone, and then heard loud banging on the door and shouts outside: "Open the door! Open the door now!"

"Hey man, open that damn door!"

"We know you're in there!"

"Alex, right? Open the door! You really think we can't find you? Get the hell down and apologize, or these black guys won't take you for granted!"

The last voice that spoke was clearly in Mandarin, and accurately said Alex's online name.

Clearly, the person was someone he hired.

Alex, who was packing his things, stopped what he was doing with a helpless expression and said to Wayne with a wry smile, "Brother Wayne, I didn't expect to be cornered at home by them again—I don't think I can escape. I'm calling the police and the embassy now. You and this brother should go first—"

"Sigh—they've hired a local Black gang. They're too powerful; you can't handle them at all. They'll only bring you trouble—"

"I only wanted to hide at your place, but it would be really inappropriate to involve you—you should leave now—"

Just then, a muffled thud was heard; it was someone outside smashing the door lock.

It won't be long before this old-fashioned lock is broken open.

There is absolutely no way to avoid it.

Wayne waved his hand and said, "Don't worry."

"Rhodes, open the door."

Xinluo, standing solemnly to the side, said to Alex, "No one can harm you before the saints."

As he spoke, he instantly opened the door.

With a loud "bang," the people outside who were pushing the door were caught off guard and couldn't stop themselves, rushing into the room.

There were five Black people and one Asian person.

The group was taken aback to find two white people in the room.

The group of Black men were dressed in a very West Coast style. The one in the lead was wearing so many pairs of pants that he looked bulging, and his outer pants were even pulled down to his knees, making him walk in a very strange way.

A classic West Coast style. It's said that it started because Black prisoners in jails often committed violent acts of strangulation with belts, so guards would confiscate their belts, leaving them to hold up their pants with one hand, which eventually became a pure prison style.

The Asian man was short, had two large front teeth, and was half-shaved, leaving only a small tuft at the back of his head, with a small braid trailing behind.

Money rat tail.

He first glanced at Wayne and Rhodes with some fear, a fawning smile automatically appearing on his face. Then, turning to Alex, his arrogance instantly vanished, and he roared, "You're the fucking Alex? I finally caught you!"

"You son of a bitch, you dare insult America? You're finished!"

He spoke these two sentences in somewhat broken Chinese, then turned to Wayne and Rhodes, saying, "Gentlemen, you mustn't be fooled by this guy from the East. He's a spy from the East! His behavior is extremely vile; he broadcasts live online every day, insulting America and saying that we Americans are inferior!"

"I've brought these brothers with me today, representing America, to punish him!"

Wayne asked calmly, "What did the Alex brothers say?"

The man with the hamster tail paused, then said, "He said—he said there are many homeless people freezing to death on the streets of Seattle, and he also said that many children in white communities are starving! He also said—he also said that America is in chaos—he also said—"

"Oh, and he also said that in American society there's something called the 'kill line.' If your income and standard of living fall below this line, you're easily systematically killed, dying within a few years from drugs, disease, or other causes!"

As the man with the money rat tail spoke, the black men next to him nodded slightly.

After he finished speaking, Wayne said calmly, "He wasn't lying. This is America. The existence of the Alice Thread is common knowledge in American sociology. Even the New York Times has acknowledged it."

A black man wearing a gold chain, clearly a minor leader, shrugged and said, "This is fucking America. So what? For hundreds of years, the American government has been systematically killing black people."

Both the Black and White people present stared at the money rat tail, seemingly surprised by each other's overreaction.

Money Rat Tail stared at Wayne in astonishment, seemingly not expecting that this white man would agree with the idea of ​​a kill line.

The other person was white!

These are all slanders against America, so why would these Americans agree with them?

Money Rat Tail then abruptly turned to Alex, cursing, "Alex, you fucking liar! This is the land of the Democrats, a land of freedom. These American friends are very tolerant, so they don't take your words seriously. You should be secretly happy!"

He then abruptly turned to the group of black men and said, "Brothers, this 'kill line' thing doesn't matter. I paid you guys to teach this kid a lesson, I'm going to cripple him!"

The group of Black men exchanged glances, pursed their lips, nodded, and walked toward Alex.

What is a kill line? Do you think native Americans don't know that? They've long since taken it for granted.

However, if you're paid, you still have to do the job.

Rhodes narrowed his eyes and instantly blocked their way.

Several Black men immediately reached for their waists at the same time.

Just then, a rough and angry voice came from outside the door: "You fucking rude black bastards, do you know what you're doing? Do you know who you've messed with?!"

Everyone turned to look and saw a black man wearing a gold chain, with a head full of dreadlocks and a Blood Gang sign striding in, followed by two henchmen.

Thor has arrived.