I'm building Gundams in America

Chapter 138 The Death Squad (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

America will never lack drug gangs.

Especially Latino gangs.

As soon as one of the MS-13 Jose gangs falls, a new gang immediately fills the void.

The core plan of the entire Saints Gang these days is to carry out the Saints' orders and get Wayne out of prison.

That's why Mike and the others didn't tell Wayne about what happened on the street.

The main concern was that it might affect his judgment in prison, causing unnecessary trouble and being pointless.

Moreover, Mike, David, and others also understood that the most powerful drug cartel in all of Mexico was C...

JNG.

They are incredibly popular and expanding at an alarming rate.

A steady stream of personnel and weapons is being shipped from Mexico to the United States, bolstering CJNG's branch there.

With the Saints' current strength, they are simply no match for CJNG.

Even if it's just a small branch in Seattle.

The drug cartels throughout Mexico are like breeding grounds for venomous insects, with ever-growing, more powerful drug kingpins constantly emerging to fight each other.

"Bro, maybe we can leave this street for a while and go somewhere else. I know a good Vietnamese community further south—" Mike said in a deep voice, his face full of worry.

Wayne smiled slightly and said, "Don't worry, Mike, if they come again, I'll persuade them to leave."

Everyone nodded slightly after hearing this.

Since the saints have said so, there's no need to worry about CJNG at all.

David pulled a document from his pocket and said with a smile, "Brother Wayne, this is your medium registration document. From now on, you are a registered medium and can legally perform exorcisms!"

"Thanks to Officer Eileen's help, your registration documents were approved so quickly."

Wayne took the document, glanced at it briefly, and then put it away with a smile.

He then turned to look at the eager crowd around him and said, "Let's begin today's exorcism."

As he spoke, he had already crawled into the familiar tent and sat down in front of the voodoo bone pile.

Old Billy quickly had those who wanted blessings and exorcisms line up and then arranged for the first patient to enter the tent.

The first few people were all wounded members of the Saints Gang, including old Will.

The group prayed gratefully to Wayne, and their injuries healed rapidly.

Upon seeing the two bandaged, penetrating wounds on Old Will's palms, Wayne sighed and said, "Don't do that again."

As he spoke, he activated the power of the [Basic Witch Doctor (Master)] and began to heal his wounds.

Old Will smiled happily but did not answer Wayne's question.

Soon, the injuries of the several wounded Saints members had been healed, and Wayne slowly said, "Next."

The tent flap was lifted, and a white man with a stubble beard walked in.

He was Rod, one of the four members of a family who were displaced by the flood.

At this moment, Rhodes appeared even more dejected than when Wayne first met him.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his face was etched with exhaustion.

Upon seeing Wayne, it was as if his long-suppressed grief was finally released. He said in a trembling voice, "Mr. Wayne, you're finally back—I—please help me exorcise the evil spirit—I—I'm very weak right now—"

Wayne frowned and asked, "Rhodes, why are you alone? Where are your wife and children? Where are the two little angels?"

He always remembered this person.

He is a dockworker who retired from the navy and has a son and a daughter with his wife.

Because the flood destroyed his house, he was laid off and became homeless, so he had to pitch a tent at a nearby stadium resettlement center.

The last time he came to see Wayne was before Wayne went to jail.

The two children had developed fevers from being caught in the rain and were treated by Wayne.

Judging from Rod's performance, his condition seems to be much worse than before.

When Wayne asked about the two children, Rhodes trembled and then burst into tears.

She said, "The CPS (Child Protective Service) people took them away. They conducted an assessment and said that Karina and I were unable to provide the child with a comfortable living environment."

"According to the fucking child protection laws, they must be sent to foster homes—God! This country is taking people's children away in the name of protecting children!"

As Rod spoke, he knelt down and wept bitterly: "It's all my fault for being so useless—losing my house and job, leaving my family in such dire straits—"

Just a few days ago, he was a dockworker and had a happy family of four.

A high-paying job and a decent house.

There were even two dogs.

The flood took everything from him.

Homeless, jobless, and lost his children and dog.

"I never did anything wrong—why—why did this happen—"

Seemingly having finally found a place to vent the pent-up pressure, Rhodes knelt before Wayne and murmured as if confessing in a church, "I tried to find work, but because of the floods, there are too many homeless people, and I simply can't find any work—"

He then gave a bitter smile and said, "Sir, do you know? Karina—Karina has made up her mind. She's going to Aurora Street—to sell her body for money—"

"I couldn't even bring myself to say anything to stop her. The insurance company refused to insure our collapsed house, and I still had to pay my property taxes on time. I couldn't stop her—"

"She wants her child back, but she needs money to get her child back. Poor Karina, she's being driven crazy."

"You know what? I've only just realized how despicable I was—when Karina suggested selling her body on the streets of Aurora, I even—I even thought that since she's white, she could charge tens of dollars more than people of color—"

"I even felt a tiny bit of secret joy!"

As he spoke, Rod raised his hand and slapped himself hard across the face, murmuring through tears, "I'm so useless—so useless—"

Looking at the man before him, who was on the verge of collapse, Wayne sighed and asked, "Rhodes, my child, can you still hold a gun?"

Rhodes paused, then choked out, "Of course, sir—I used to be an elite marksman in the Marine Corps—"

Wayne's expression turned solemn, and he continued, "So, are you willing to work for me, Rhodes?"

Rod's face showed astonishment as he said, "Sir, I—I don't understand—"

Wayne said calmly, "I'm now a registered, fully-fledged psychic, and I need an assistant—how much did you earn a month when you were a stevedore at the docks?"

Rod suddenly understood Wayne's meaning and said in a trembling voice, "Before tax—over four thousand US dollars, sir—"

Wayne nodded and said, "Very good. I'll give you $5000 a month. I want you to join the Saints' Gang and be my medium's assistant."

Upon hearing Wayne's words, Rhodes trembled, almost unable to believe his ears. He stretched out his hands and said, "Sir, oh—Saint Sir—I—I don't know how to express my gratitude—"

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A stable, high-paying job is enough to save his wife from having to take that step.

Even if he passes the assessment by the child protection department after a few months, he might be able to get his child back.

Wayne continued, "I also have some connections that can help you get your two children back as soon as possible. Of course, you'll need to rent a house in the nearby neighborhood."

Rhodes' eyes widened as he knelt before Wayne, his voice trembling as he said, "Sir, I can kill for you."

As a retired elite marksman from the Navy, he quickly guessed what Wayne was up to.

The other party clearly does not lack any spiritual medium assistants.

He should become Mr. Saint's private soldier.

"Several of my comrades-in-arms have also become homeless because of the floods—sir, do you—do you need—"

As he spoke, his body swayed suddenly, and he almost fell to the ground.

Wayne took his arm, sighed, and said, "Rhodes, my child, I will bless you."

As he spoke, Wayne activated the [Basic Witch Doctor (Master)] skill, and a warm current flowed into Rhodes' body.

Wayne then discovered that the man in front of him did not have any illness; he was just a little weak due to malnutrition.

Moreover, they suffer from severe sleep deprivation.

Wayne frowned and asked, "Rhodes, how long has it been since you had a proper meal?"

Rod's eyes were bloodshot as he said, "Sir, I—I just ate a bag of biscuits this morning. The relief center gives out some near-expiry and expired food, not much, but—but I've been eating."

Wayne shook his head, sighed, and said, "You need to eat meat; your nutrition is severely inadequate."

Wayne then called out towards the outside of the tent, "Brother Mike, Brother David!"

The two immediately lifted the tent flap and came in, looking at Rhodes with puzzled expressions.

Wayne quickly asked, "How was the neighborhood while I was away?"

David shrugged and said, "There are too many homeless people. The floods have affected 100,000 people. God knows how many will never be able to return to their homes. Although there is food distributed by relief centers, the amount is very small when divided among everyone else."

Mike nodded and said, "Everyone is starving, and what's worse is the weather. It's so cold. Yesterday, David and I just recovered a body. It died of hypothermia on the street because it didn't get enough heat."

Wayne said, "Brother Mike, go and buy some big pots and stoves, some beef and lamb, and some flatbread. Go to the Muslim community and set up the pots and stoves outside my tent."

Mike nodded, instantly understanding what Wayne was going to do.

Saints should do good deeds in the streets.

Rod quickly said, "I—I can help!"

Wayne shook his head and said in a deep voice, "Rhodes, my son, go and fetch your comrades. I need many—medium assistants."

Your basic Witch Doctor skill has been improved (Master 2.9% + 0.8%).

[Experience points +8]

You have hired an orc gunslinger. As a Bronze Lord with over 100 reputation points, you can temporarily upgrade his shooting skill.