I'm building Gundams in America

【Iced Apples: A basic material for dark artifacts. They can be combined with spirit bones, evil corpses, and tendons to craft artifacts. Five icing apples can be made into one basic artifact】

Upon seeing the characters before him, Wayne frowned slightly and nodded.

Sure enough, there was a reward.

He has gradually come to realize that the dungeon adventurer system itself is also somewhat dark, which is why it recognizes this kind of "magical artifact".

Fortunately, in his previous life, he had experienced many trials and tribulations and witnessed a lot of bloody and even disgusting scenes while handling cases. Otherwise, if this body belonged to its former owner, he would probably have fainted from fright by now.

The tattooed man, who had been expecting to see him panic and embarrass himself, frowned and patted the pickup truck bed, saying:

"get off!"

Gold Tooth and Vest immediately helped Wayne out of the car and led him into the yard of the house in front of them.

There was a table in the courtyard, and a middle-aged man with a robust build, wearing a white fur robe, was sitting at the table.

His face was covered in pockmarked acne like the surface of the moon, and a scar stretched from his eyebrow to the bridge of his nose.

His hands were covered in voodoo tattoos, with strings of skulls and human bone patterns.

On the table sat a silver Desert Eagle pistol, a sharp Nepalese kukri, and a bottle of tequila.

Behind him stood two burly bodyguards wearing sunglasses.

There were still a dozen or so people scattered around the courtyard, and several of them carrying automatic rifles were patrolling the perimeter.

Three men, their hands bound, mouths gagged, and faces covered in blood, were kneeling before Scarface, the one in the lead pleading for something.

The three tattooed men, including Dick, became much quieter the moment they entered the courtyard. They didn't dare to breathe and stood obediently to the side waiting.

You have encountered a two-headed ogre minion who is interrogating a traitor from the two-headed ogre tribe.

Juan, a two-headed ogre leader nicknamed "Big Daddy," comes from the Zeta tribe in Mexico. A proud and devout voodoo believer, he values ​​honor above all else. His beloved younger brother Emiliano died in a conflict with the Gulf tribes. The scar on his face is a tribute to his brother, and Old John once performed a psychic ritual for him.

Wayne looked at everything before him and quickly made a mental calculation.

The most ruthless gang on the entire American continent is the Latin American Enhancer Group.

They can be described as utterly vicious and inhuman.

However, these people have one advantage: they can trade anything.

Moreover, they are often very superstitious, after all, they are facing a highly uncertain life.

If you want to leave safely in front of the other party, you must demonstrate sufficient value.

"Boss, please believe me, I've never seen that shipment. I have no idea where those damned narcotics agents got their information from. I swear on my mother's name!"

"I wasn't at the dock that night; I was drinking at a bar. I have no idea what happened..."

"Sir, I beg you, for the sake of my father working for you in Mexico..."

The three people kneeling on the ground wept bitterly, swearing oaths.

The old man in front of him seemed not to hear at all. He took out a small salt bottle, poured a pinch of salt onto the back of his hand, licked it, poured himself a glass of tequila, and drank it all in one gulp.

Then he slowly said:

"Do you know why I chose to meet you at Alejandro's house? When he betrayed me, the three of you killed his entire family and hung them on the trees outside. You did a great job."

Upon hearing this, all three shuddered, recalling the tragic fate of Alejandro's family before their deaths, and they began to plead again.

Big Daddy ignored them and turned to Tattooed Dick and his group, asking:

"Who is this?"

Tattooed Dick quickly stepped forward, his hands clasped in front of him, and said hesitantly but respectfully:

"Boss, Old John... is dead..."

Daddy's eyes suddenly widened:

"Dead? But you told me last night he escaped!"

Tattooed Dick shrank back and quickly pointed at Wayne, saying:

"This lad has cheated us. He sold old John's body, and old John's debts should rightfully fall on him."

Big Daddy looked at Wayne and said:

"Go get his blood tested. If it's clean, sell him tonight to pay off the debt. If it's not clean, make him work as a mule."

Clean organs and blood are sufficient to settle the debt.

He had more important things to deal with.

It's just a pity about old John, the medium.

Seeing that the men were about to take him away, Wayne quickly spoke up:

"Dear Mr. Juan... cough cough... your love for Emiliano is touching, please accept my respect."

Big Daddy Juan narrowed his eyes, looked at Wayne, and said in a hoarse voice:

"You know me?"

His real name was never revealed to anyone, not even old John.

Not to mention his beloved younger brother.

How did this white guy know that?

Wayne shrugged:

"Old John once tried to use me to summon Bondiye, but he failed... cough cough... but I seem to have changed a bit since then."

[Trovator Performance (Beginner 20%)] Activated!

Bondiye is the chief deity of Voodoo, something Wayne had just realized by combining what Old John said before his death—it's absolutely true.

Big Daddy Juan narrowed his eyes and said:

"You can also communicate with spirits? Interesting, my friend."

Then he casually pointed at the three people kneeling on the ground and said:

"Since you claim to be a medium, then help me find out who the real traitor is."

At this moment, the other gang members present also became interested and all looked over at Wayne.

After all, whether this white guy is a medium or not, everything that follows is going to be very interesting.

Wayne raised his bound hands, and the other person immediately signaled for him to untie them.

Touching his wrists, which were slightly red from being constricted, Wayne looked at the five sugar-coated apples hanging on the tree outside the yard and said:

"I need some props."

Soon, a five-pointed star was drawn on the lawn, and five candied apples, still dripping with icing, were placed at the five points. The three suspected gang members knelt inside, nearly vomiting from the stench.

Wayne stood outside the circle, his face serious, hands clasped together, putting his acting skills to the extreme, and began to walk rapidly in the circle, muttering to himself as he went:

"As the sun sets and darkness falls, every household closes its doors; travelers head to inns; birds flee to the mountains; tigers return to the mountains..."

He spoke extremely fast, in a deep, fluent, and coherent voice, which sounded like a mysterious incantation to the gang members around him.

Even Juan, the eldest son of the father, gradually changed from his initial playful indifference to a serious expression.

After all, if the other party were really an imposter, they couldn't have recited such a spell so fluently.

The fact that the other party said that Old John wanted to sacrifice him to Bondiye made it even more significant.

As Wayne spun around, he glanced at the three NPCs in front of him and quickly clicked on their portraits on the panel with his mind. Brief biographies of them rapidly appeared:

Mateo, a two-headed ogre elite from a Gulf tribe in Mexico, once hacked a batch of enhancement agents and framed Alejandro, personally turning Alejandro's three children into candied apples.

David, a two-headed ogre minion from the Pampas plains, fled to the dungeon after brutally murdering three people. He is a tainted witness for the Dark Court's Enhancement Agent Tribunal.

[Miguel, a two-headed ogre henchman from the Columbia Mountains, was captured by the Dark Court for raping and murdering a fallen dark elf. He was then transferred to the Dark Court's Enhancement Agent Tribunal as an informant, where he leaked the latest batch of enhancement agent clues to the Tribunal. His molars were modified to carry a tracking device, and he was given a new identity, Louis.]

Upon seeing these words, Wayne couldn't help but whistle.

Good grief, they're all villains.