I'm building Gundams in America

Chapter 502 I'm very disappointed (Seeking monthly votes)

Almost all American rappers have ties to gangs.

Some even came directly from gangs.

After all, rap music originated on the streets.

The content of so-called West Coast rap is strongly related to guns, sex, and drugs, and is basically a portrayal of the lives of gang members.

Moreover, these rappers are all competitors, and they may even fight each other over record sales and diss tracks on TV shows.

If you don't have a gang protecting you, you might be taken down by the gang your rivals rely on at any time.

There are far too many similar cases.

Of all the rappers who have died in the United States, 55% died from gunshot wounds.

This is why, as a popular rapper, Puff Dig has always been associated with many gangs.

Recently, he even found a very influential gang leader in Los Angeles and began working closely with him, becoming his partner.

He had money and connections, while the other party had guns and brothers; their cooperation was like adding wings to a tiger.

Of course, these damn underworld bosses all had very eccentric personalities, and he had to serve them very carefully.

He had specially invited this person to tonight's private party, and even opened the back door of this underground secret room so that the person could enter smoothly.

And sure enough, they've arrived!

Dig's face was filled with ecstatic joy as he looked towards the back door.

Dozens of fully armed Latino gang members were seen continuously entering.

There were even elite special forces personnel behind them wearing trench coats with automatic rifles underneath!

This is enough to illustrate the ostentatious scale of that big shot.

The reason he chose to cooperate with the other party was because that bigwig controlled the entire Beverly Hills and Hollywood area, including the drug trafficking and pornography industries.

These things also helped him make connections with the powerful and influential in Hollywood.

Who doesn't love the latest enhancements, and some young, underage prostitutes?

With control over the sourcing and sales channels for these high-quality goods, the achievements he can make may even far surpass those of Puff Daddy!

As they spoke, dozens of Latino militants had already positioned themselves throughout the underground space, surrounding Wayne and his group.

Center.

Upon seeing the gruesome state of the bodyguards lying on the ground, and several corpses, the gang leaders cursed and instantly raised their guns, aiming at the blood-soaked man in the middle.

Amy, Byron, and the others couldn't help but tense up again.

Although they had witnessed Wayne's insane act of slicing bullets with his sword in the mine, the mine owner, Perry, and his men were only armed with ordinary pistols at the time.

Faced with all the guns and bullets coming from all directions, can Wayne really stop them with just a sword?

For a moment, everyone's hearts were in their throats again.

What kind of powerful backer did Dig find?

Looking at these menacing Latino gang members around me, could they be from a Latino gang? These people are known for their brutality and inhumanity!

Digg, looking completely confident, shouted towards the corridor, "Sir, I've prepared a grand party for you tonight, but unfortunately, it's been ruined by some damn kung fu kid."

"It's fortunate that you and your men arrived, otherwise things would have been very difficult to handle."

A sinister, slightly hoarse voice came from the corridor: "Dig, Dig, my good brother, don't worry, in Los Angeles at night, no one dares to act recklessly in front of me. Whoever dares to disrupt our party, I will make them pay the price, and I will satisfy you."

"I'd like to see who dares to ruin your party."

As they were speaking, a middle-aged man with gray hair and a ponytail slowly walked out of the passage, escorted by two well-trained tattooed men.

He exuded an imposing aura, and his whole demeanor didn't resemble that of a middle-aged man at all; instead, he was as energetic as a young man.

He came from the direction behind Wayne.

All that could be seen were the bodyguards lying on the ground, and corpses that had been cleaved in two or cut in half.

Seeing this, the man frowned sharply, his eyes narrowed, and he said coldly, "So ruthless—you mean this man in red? Intrigued. I want to see who dares to be so arrogant in Los Angeles—"

Digg laughed and said, "He's a fucking washed-up child star. I never thought he was a fucking kung fu kid. I wonder if he went to China to learn martial arts like Green Arrow."

As he spoke, Dig pulled up the corner of his eye and made a squinting face, which made the guests present burst into laughter.

As they spoke, surrounded by two bodyguards, the gray-haired underworld figure with a ponytail had already circled halfway around and arrived directly opposite Wayne.

At this moment, the other party finally saw Wayne's appearance clearly.

The moment he saw Wayne's face, the bigwig of the Los Angeles underworld shuddered violently and froze on the spot.

It was as if they had been frozen in place.

Digg was still rambling on: "Hahaha, this fucking washed-up child star is Bruce Wayne, you should know his childhood show, fucking 'Golden Childhood'."

"His career has been on a downward spiral ever since then. He eventually went bankrupt and ended up homeless on the streets. He had to sell his body countless times before he finally made it back to Hollywood."

"But what surprised me was that he was actually quite good at fighting, like a damn Deadpool, able to block bullets with his broken sword—but he could only block pistols, not automatic rifles—"

"Get the brothers moving! Take this kid down, and our party can begin immediately. Consider what happened just foreplay."

Digg then looked around at the guests and announced loudly, "Let me introduce to you all, Mr. [Name], a member of the Mexican Mafia Committee!"

Upon hearing this, all the guests present, including Amy and Byron, gasped in shock.

Mexican Mafia!

As residents of Los Angeles, they all knew the infamous Mexican Mafia, the largest and most ruthless Latino gang in Los Angeles and even Southern California.

The Mexican Mafia Council is like the High Table in John Wick.

It is said that every member of the committee is a powerful criminal leader, a true outlaw!

Dig is absolutely insane! He actually collaborates with such a mad force as the Mexican Mafia!

Fear flashed in everyone's eyes.

The guests invited by Dig were mostly delighted at this moment.

The Mexican Mafia is a powerful force, composed entirely of outlaws. No matter how skilled Wayne is in combat, he has absolutely no chance of winning if he messes with the Mexican Mafia!

Sure enough, the commissioner from the Mexican Mafia was walking towards Bruce Wayne, clearly intending to teach him a lesson!

Amidst the excited, anxious, or fearful gazes of the crowd, the Mexican Mafia commissioner walked step by step toward Wayne, who was wearing a blood-stained robe.

The guests couldn't help but whisper among themselves, marveling at how a member of the Mexican Mafia could so easily walk up to Wayne, this beast-like man.

But why was he walking unsteadily, as if his whole body was—trembling?

Digg raised an eyebrow and warned, "Sir, be careful of the sword in his hand. You'd better have your men prepare their guns—"

As they were talking, the bigwig from the Mexican mafia had already come up to Wayne and stopped less than a meter away.

The next instant, just when everyone thought he was about to make some harsh remarks, this important figure's knees buckled, and he instantly knelt heavily in front of Wayne.

His face was deathly pale, and he trembled all over as he said, "May the saints protect me, sir, I—"

His forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat, and there were even tears welling up in his eyes from fear.

His face was as white as a sheet of paper.

Wayne looked calmly at the man kneeling on the ground before him and said indifferently, "Arturo, you've come."

Arturo trembled all over, enveloped by endless fear.

He received an invitation from Bragging Dig tonight for some kind of private party.

Befriending or even supporting rap stars, and then using them as their own brand after they become famous, is a common practice among many street gangs in the United States.

If the other party encounters any difficulties, I will readily help them solve them.

He never imagined that the problem that bastard mentioned would actually be Saint Wayne!

Tears streamed down Arturo's face as he stammered, "Sir, I—I didn't know it was you—"

If he had known that he was facing the saint Wayne, who possessed divine power, he would never have dared to be arrogant.

Wayne looked down at Arturo in front of him, shook his head slightly, and said, "I'm disappointed."

No sooner had he finished speaking than he kicked out with a sudden swift motion, striking Arturo in the chest.

The cracking sound of his sternum shattering rang out instantly, and Arturo spat out a mouthful of blood. Like a rag doll, he was kicked away and crashed to the ground with a dull thud.

The vast underground space was completely silent!