I'm building Gundams in America

"Motherfucker! That's a fucking Tesla Cybertruck!"

David pounced on him excitedly, hardly believing his eyes.

"Oh, this is the high-spec version with dual motors and all-wheel drive; it'll cost at least $8!"

"I've been wanting to test the power of this electric beast for ages... and its design that can snap a person's fingers!"

David said with ecstasy.

Wayne slipped a card key into his hand and said with a smile:

"Go ahead, brother, it's yours."

As the saying goes, "Murderers and arsonists wear golden belts."

The profits from taking down a Latin American drug cartel far exceeded Wayne's initial expectations.

This is only a portion of Jose's assets.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. Those drug lords in Mexico have become powerful warlords who control several states. How could they possibly be short of money?

I remember in my past life when I was on a drug bust, seizing even a few kilograms of heroin was considered a major case of the year, and I was definitely a hero and would receive an award.

If you took that to America, it probably wouldn't even be enough for a gang to sell in a day.

Kilogram?

They calculate by metric ton.

Taking fentanyl as an example, in 2025, the U.S. Drug Enforcement Administration (DEA) seized 4700 million fentanyl tablets and 4.5 tons of fentanyl powder.

This is still the case that was discovered openly.

It's just fentanyl.

It's hard for drug lords not to make money.

David excitedly loaded several body bags containing money and guns into the bed of the Cyberpick, then started the vehicle and sped off from the underground parking lot with Wayne and Mike in tow.

Mike was really reluctant to part with that 18-year-old Toyota, so he got off at the exit and went to drive the Toyota again.

A Tesla Cybertruck and an eighteen-year-old Toyota, one after the other, quickly passed through the main urban area of ​​Seattle and arrived at the street where the shelter in the South Side was located.

After getting out of the car, David quickly covered the pickup truck and said:

"This is Washington state. Because Musk supports the president, they've burned a lot of Teslas. We still need to protect this precious car..."

Once everything was packed up, Mike and David picked up the body bags, entered the abandoned warehouse by the roadside, passed through the secret passage, and entered the underground alleyway.

"The saints are back!" David shouted.

At this moment, more than thirty of the most core fanatics had returned to the underground alleyway, and upon hearing this, they all looked up.

Amidst their delighted gazes, the man with black hair, black eyes, and a gentle face was descending the steps.

A group of fanatical believers stepped forward, bowing their heads like lambs, their faces filled with joy.

The shepherd is back!

As the core members of the Saints Gang, they have always felt proud and honored.

Only they knew of the existence of this shelter, and that's why they lived there.

What a glory this is!

Wayne stepped into the crowd and said gently:

"Thank you for your hard work, everyone."

While he was intimidating the prisoners and controlling the guards in prison, the members of the Saints Gang were also working tirelessly for him outside.

A homeless man named William stepped forward and said:

"Sir, as you instructed, I have prepared the gold coin molds, and we can begin minting them now."

Wayne nodded:

"have a look."

William was a former engineer at Boeing and was quite skilled.

Wayne had previously drawn up blueprints for the system store's gold coins and asked William to make the molds for minting them. Unexpectedly, it was completed in just a few days.

Upon reaching the middle of the alley, a complete set of gold melting equipment and several molds were already prepared.

The gold melting equipment was purchased secondhand, while the molds were made using 3D printing technology.

Wayne nodded:

"Let's begin."

As he spoke, he took out two gold bars and handed them to William.

William took the gold bar, took a deep breath, cut it into pieces and put it into the crucible, and then began to melt it with a blowtorch.

This was not a difficult thing to begin with.

The saint is watching with his own eyes, and he must get this done.

Soon, the gold bars in the crucible gradually melted into a pot of molten gold.

William quickly used tongs to pick up the crucible, poured the molten gold into the mold next to him, closed the mold, and then picked up the whole thing and put it into the bucket next to him.

Steam rose up, accompanied by a hissing sound.

William removed the mold from the water, opened it, and a heavy gold coin was poured out.

Wayne touched the 100-gram gold coin, which could already be called a gold ingot, and suddenly a prompt appeared before his eyes:

[One in-game currency has been detected. Should it be added to your system balance?]

Become!

This gold coin, minted exactly according to the system's requirements, has been approved by the system.

But how exactly did it gain approval?

What are the patterns on the surface of the gold coin?

Wayne shook his head, too lazy to think about it, and clicked "Yes".

The gold coin in my hand disappeared instantly, and in its place, the word "1" appeared in the "Balance" column of the system shop.

At Wayne's instruction, William followed suit and minted nine more mall coins, all of which Wayne collected into his system.

The scene of the gold coin disappearing from Wayne's hands was an absolute miracle in William's eyes.

Of course, he wouldn't tell anyone about this miracle.

They will only feel gratitude for the saints in their hearts.

This is something even old Will has never seen before; it's a miracle that belongs only to him!

At this point, Wayne's system shop already displayed the words "10 Gold Coins".

Ten gold coins are enough to buy the cheapest "Holy Light".

[Holy Light: Uses self as the light source to illuminate a large area once, lasting for 3 seconds]

This thing is really useless to Wayne right now.

Let's save these ten gold coins first. Once we have 30, we can exchange them for the Armor of Resilience.

[Armor of Resilience: Blocks one fatal attack]

According to the system's broad definition, bullet attacks are fatal attacks, but are missile attacks also considered fatal attacks?

What about nuclear weapons?

This is the real life-saving skill.

Just then, old Will, with a pious expression, approached Wayne and said:

"Sir, everyone wants to hear you speak. Please, preach to us. We need your wisdom to nourish our barren souls..."

Behind him stood a group of fanatical followers, their faces filled with longing, chanting in unison:

"Please..."

Having not seen the saints for several days, they all felt as if they had been abandoned by their parents.

And now, they need Wayne's guidance even more.

Only when the shepherd's whip has a clear direction will the shepherds not be lost or confused.

After finishing collecting the gold coins, Wayne relaxed completely, sat cross-legged on the ground, and said gently:

"Alright, it's time you all knew. Come on over."

The crowd in the underground alley rushed over and sat down in front of Wayne, waiting to listen to the saint's sermon.

Wayne looked around at everyone and slowly said:

There are three Americas in this world.

"The first America was the America of Epstein and his friends, the America of the powerful and wealthy, where they could enjoy everything to their heart's content. It was like heaven, the embodiment of the golden American Dream."

"The second America is the glamorous, so-called middle-class America. They appear polite and everything seems full of hope, but everyone is running desperately forward. No one dares to stop for a moment, and falling down is a major taboo, otherwise they will be devoured by the tigers behind them. But who can run forever?"

"The third America is the one we live in. At the very bottom of this country, there are about 40 million people living below the poverty line, and perhaps we should add those struggling in the lower-class communities. In this America, a minor illness can take your life. Addiction to performance-enhancing drugs, murder, prostitution, violence, hunger, and freezing to death on the streets are all commonplace."

"This country is rotten."

"It's like a rotten orange covered in colorful mold, and on top of that mold, an even more beautiful poisonous mushroom grows."

"Many people only praise the colorful mushrooms and ignore the mold and rotten oranges, but we live on oranges."

Wayne's words resonated with the group of fanatics, who were deeply saddened by the current state of America.

Old Will asked in a trembling voice:

"Sir, is there still hope for this country?"

Wayne said calmly:

"Of course, hope will always be there, right here in the East."

"There is only one way to save America: let it be utterly destroyed and then reborn in the flames of the East."

"Only Eastern morality can save the West from its depravity; only Eastern wisdom can make up for the West's ignorance; only Eastern nobility can punish Western baseness."

"God has revealed to me that the West will be destroyed and the East will rise."

"And we are the Adventists."