I'm building Gundams in America

The Toyota drove smoothly through the dark night, passing through the tourist area and arriving at the dock area, where it stopped in front of a berth.

There was a dilapidated old motorboat moored there, as inconspicuous as their Toyota car.

Wayne and his two companions got out of the car and jumped into the cabin of the small motorboat.

"Wayne, how much money could Jose's gang be hiding here? A drug cartel like that should have at least two or three hundred thousand, right? Like that quack Steve from before..."

Mike, looking excited, began searching the cabin.

No wonder Wayne told him today not to worry about money; he already had other sources of income.

As the saying goes, a cunning rabbit has three burrows, and José, this ruthless and cunning drug cartel leader, obviously wouldn't have only one stronghold.

Especially places like this where money is hidden.

While in prison, José became unusually obedient during subsequent interrogations, confessing everything almost immediately.

There are three relevant locations.

The yacht that the girl had hidden was given to Eileen.

The warehouse where the goods were stored was given to Raphael.

Wayne reserved the final location for himself.

Seeing Mike and David searching frantically like headless flies, Wayne lifted the driver's seat cushion, reached in, and pulled out a card.

An apartment access card.

"Let's go, bro, to Alibaba's cave."

José is a very cunning man. There is only one access card here; the real hiding place for the money is somewhere else.

The three of them immediately got back into the car and drove through the entire southern district to an apartment building in the city center.

This is a mid-to-high-end apartment building in the city center, a mixed community mainly for middle- and high-income earners.

The monthly rent exceeds $3000.

Downstairs there is a fountain, a garden, and night lights.

The area is surrounded by wealthy internet companies, upscale restaurants, and famous tourist attractions.

The area was brightly lit.

Looking out, you can still see the towering Space Needle in the distance.

This is an iconic building in Seattle, built for the 1962 World's Fair, located in the heart of Seattle.

The tower is 184 meters tall, with a unique UFO shape and a dreamlike atmosphere reminiscent of America's Golden Age.

Looking at the surrounding scenery, Mike couldn't help but mutter a curse under his breath:

"Damn, this is Seattle... the city that everyone imagines to be so bourgeois, it even smells sweet in the air..."

David shrugged and said:

"Less than half an hour's drive away, our neighborhood is also the real Seattle. Falling from here to our neighborhood might only take one traffic violation, but climbing back up is a real challenge. It's like a fucking monkey climbing an oiled tree trunk."

Wayne said in a deep voice:

"Bro, put your sunglasses on."

David and Mike immediately put on sunglasses and straightened their leather jackets. David said somewhat nervously:

"Hey bro, will this really get me through? Do people actually wear sunglasses at night?"

These upscale apartments are strictly managed; you must swipe a card to enter, including the elevators.

Visitors must register and obtain permission from the owner before entering.

Price represents safety.

David had never been to such a high-end apartment in the city center before, and he was a little intimidated for a moment.

This was completely different from the low-class community he grew up in, and from the scenes he had seen in the daily wage parades.

"I remember when I was a kid, I accidentally ran into one of these damn apartment buildings, and after being humiliated by the white housekeeper, I was ruthlessly kicked out..."

As they spoke, they arrived at the apartment. The receptionist glanced at the three of them, quickly assessing their identities in her mind, and then said with a smile:

"How can I help you...? Welcome back, sir."

He saw Wayne's access card and a hundred-dollar tip.

The black-haired, black-eyed man in front of them was wearing a white robe and had a stubble beard. Behind him were two black bodyguards wearing sunglasses, which was very much in line with the attire of old-school internet company bosses.

Such people are generally eccentric and do not like to be disturbed by others.

The administrator quickly took the access card and a 100-yuan tip, swiped it at the entrance, and the passage opened.

The three of them immediately went inside together, then entered the elevator, and after swiping their cards, the floor displayed was the 23rd floor.

David said with a surprised look:

"Bro, we...we're in here already? Why didn't he question us at all? I'm a fucking black guy!"

Wayne laughed:

"Bro, what you say isn't important, how you say it is. Sometimes you don't even need to say anything..."

Just as the elevator doors were about to close, another person rushed in—a smartly dressed female office worker.

She looks like a middle-class woman living a comfortable and affluent life.

Upon seeing Wayne and his two companions, the girl greeted them with a smile:

"Hey gentlemen, having a nice day, haven't you?"

Mike said somewhat shyly:

"Yes, madam, what a wonderful day."

The girl couldn't help but chuckle. Just then, the elevator arrived at her floor. She waved to the three of them and left the elevator.

The elevator doors closed again, and Mike sighed, saying:

"The people here are so polite, it's like everyone's living in the golden American Dream..."

"And just a few blocks away, there are hellish scenes at any moment... or perhaps not even a few blocks away, right outside this safe apartment building, there are the corpses of homeless people who have overdosed on enhancement agents..."

Wayne began to speak:

"You mean Ms. Cassandra from earlier? She works on an AI sub-project at Microsoft and is currently facing the risk of being laid off due to project termination. Because of excessive anxiety, she has to take sleeping pills to fall asleep."

David clapped his hands suddenly and said:

"Damn it! I knew it! I knew it! Nobody's really safe!"

"Remember that former USAID agent in the day-jobs team? The one who got fired by that damn Musk?"

"He was in charge of brainwashing foreigners, spreading the message that America is fucking great. He told me that Seattle is a city that Asians particularly like, but it's not that Asians like it on their own; it's that he made them like it. It's also part of the fucking USAID program!"

As they were talking, the elevator doors opened.

The three of them stepped out of the elevator and arrived at the door of an apartment building.

Swipe the card and push open the door to enter.

This is a standard American-style middle-class white-collar apartment, equipped with many American-branded home appliances from the University of Tokyo.

Standing by the window, you can see the entire cityscape of downtown Seattle at night.

A bustling scene.

There were no signs of habitation in the room; no one had lived there.

According to Jose, this is an apartment he recently rented to store some cash.

I was planning to enjoy myself after I got out of prison.

"Wow, man! I love this big fridge! Let's see if there's anything to drink."

As David spoke, he yanked open the refrigerator door, then froze in shock:

"Damn... this... this is fucking delicious..."

There were bundles of 100-yuan bills in the refrigerator!

Mike stood beside him, the two of them staring blankly at the banknotes wrapped in layers of plastic wrap in the refrigerator.

This is much more than the two hundred thousand dollars they got from Steve the black market doctor last time.

"That's $160 million in total." Wayne's deep voice sounded from behind, and Mike and David couldn't help but swallow hard at the same time.

This was an astronomical figure that they had never even seen before.

"Damn it, how am I going to pack this up... I'll go get some body bags from the car." David said, slapping his thigh, grabbing his access card and leaving the house.

Looking at the money in the refrigerator, Mike sighed and said:

"Brother Wayne, no wonder you said you didn't need to worry about money..."

There's really no need to worry. If you were to buy scraps or offcuts of meat, it would probably cost less than $10 a pound. $10 would be enough to stew for a year.

Wayne then went to the huge oven, opened the oven door, reached inside and rummaged around for a moment, and took out an iron box.

Upon opening it, one would find a stack of passports from various countries, as well as some counterfeit identity documents with different names, all using He Sai's photo.

This was the safe house José used to escape.

Wayne took a key out of the box, removed an oil painting from the living room, revealing a crack in the wall and a keyhole.

Insert, twist, click—a hidden door opens, revealing an exquisite gun cabinet.

Two pistols, one shotgun, four automatic rifles, and even a grenade launcher and four hand grenades.

Mike whistled, stepped forward, and excitedly stroked the guns, saying:

"This is practically a fucking mini armory! Every man should have his own gun cabinet, shouldn't he...?"

David returned just then, carrying several body bags, and stared wide-eyed at the sight of the guns in the gun cabinet.

These firearms weren't the cheap stuff he got from the black market; each one was a work of art.

"Damn it, Mexican drug lords really know this stuff..." David exclaimed.

They then began packing banknotes, guns, and ammunition into body bags together with Mike.

The gun and the banknotes together were not light, but at this moment, Mike and David were only excited about this windfall and didn't care about the weight at all.

After everything was installed, David looked at the apartment building with a hint of reluctance and asked Wayne:

"Bro, are you sure there's nothing else?"

Wayne nodded:

"That's all, Brother David, we should go back now."

As he spoke, he opened the [Bond] option on the panel, further boosting Mike and David's stamina, instantly doubling it.

The two men were excited, carrying body bags like golf bags. They felt that the body bags seemed to have become much lighter, but they didn't have time to investigate further.

To their surprise, after entering the elevator, they ended up in the underground parking lot.

"Bro, what are we doing here? Our car is parked on the street outside," Mike said, surprised.

Wayne pulled out two Tesla key cards and handed them to the two men, pointing to a parking space not far away and saying:

"Of course, we're here to drive our car, bro."

That was a Tesla Cybertruck.