I'm building Gundams in America

"Run! Run!"

Old Will shouted and began frantically climbing up the ladder in the shaft.

The others who were still on the ladder no longer climbed slowly as before, but began to crawl frantically.

With the height of that wave, it could completely engulf them all!

Fortunately, they had already reached the upper part of the ladder, and with the help of those who had already climbed to the ground, they quickly reached the ground.

Ignoring the sewage on the ground, Old Will plopped down on the ground, panting heavily, his back already soaked with sweat.

With a loud "boom!", the floodwaters from the sewers passed through the vertical shaft where they were.

Wayne looked down and saw a familiar figure being swept away by the water as it passed through the shaft.

In that instant, the other person, who was struggling and choking in the water, suddenly looked up and met Wayne's gaze.

It is Alexander the Great.

The AI ​​talent who was fired from Amazon and had a chat with Wayne.

His mouth was wide open, and he was choking on water. But when he saw Wayne, his eyes were filled with confusion and resentment.

He was clearly a key member of a project team, with a bright future ahead of him, and ambitious to help America maintain its global technological dominance—at least that was the case a few weeks ago.

In just a few dozen days, why did he become a person dying in the sewage of the sewer?

And that man, why is his gaze so calm? And faintly... a hint of divine compassion?

In the next instant, Alexander the Great was swept away by the floodwaters in the sewers, and a huge metallic clanging sound came from below, the rumbling of the water drowning out everything else.

Even in the shaft that Wayne and his group had just climbed out of, sewage was gushing out, mixed with all sorts of garbage and debris.

Not far away, a loud "bang" was heard as a manhole cover was flipped open by sewage, gushing out streams of wastewater.

This is due to the combined effect of water pressure and air pressure generated by the instantaneous flow of the flood peak.

"God... God..." Old Will sat on the ground, muttering to himself.

The remaining group of homeless people were also trembling, hardly believing their eyes.

Their warm "home" where they lived on ordinary days turned into a cannibalistic hell in just a short time.

"Waaah... my tent, my clothes, everything I have is gone..." a homeless woman cried out in anguish. All the daily necessities she had saved up were precious treasures to her now, and all of them were gone.

Upon hearing this, the other homeless people present also showed expressions of sorrow.

They had lived in the sewers for a long time. No matter how dark and dirty the environment was, they had poured their hearts and souls into their camp. It was their haven, the only place they could call "home".

Now everything is gone again.

Fortunately, they are still alive.

"The flood... to save mankind before the great flood... Noah... the prophet..." Old Will murmured, as if possessed, slowly reciting, "The Lord said to Noah, 'Enter the ark with your family, for in this generation I see only you who are righteous before me...'"

Then he suddenly pointed at Wayne and shouted, his voice trembling:

"Prophet! Prophet! This is a divine revelation! I understand, I finally understand!"

Everyone immediately turned to look at Wayne. Except for Mike and David, everyone was filled with excitement, and their eyes were brimming with tears.

"Thank God, He saved us through the shepherd's hand..."

"Thank you for saving us, Saint..."

"The prophet is already in the world, but my heart is blind, so I cannot see him..."

Their gratitude towards Wayne had reached its peak; if it weren't for Wayne, they would all be corpses in the sewers by now, or even more likely, those translucent slimes.

And they are still alive now, thanks to God's grace and Wayne's salvation.

After hearing Old Will's words, they suddenly realized that the person in front of them was the prophet walking the earth!

Even though the ground was covered in sewage, several homeless men still crawled forward on their knees, trying to kiss Wayne's feet.

Even though my whole body was soaked by snow and dirty water.

Wayne looked at the group, who were already in a state of emotional confusion, and said nothing.

What you think you know, you know.

[You have received the worship of the Dark Nest inhabitants; your golden title, Saint, has been increased by +1%]

Mike rolled his eyes as he looked at the homeless people who were already somewhat collectively insane, and suddenly felt that these people were not much different from those who had been given enhancement drugs.

He immediately asked Wayne:

"Bro, what do we do next? Where should we go?"

The tents and sleeping bags in the sewers hadn't been packed away yet, and now everyone was penniless and had nothing left.

The shops were all closed late at night, and it was snowing, so we needed to find somewhere to stay first.

Just then, a white homeless man stood up and said:

"Sir, I know a place where we can find refuge... but it's a bit dangerous."

Wayne raised an eyebrow and asked:

"Where?"

William, a wandering orc from the Steelwing Boeing Workshop, was once a forging engineer. Due to a car accident, he became addicted to painkillers, was dismissed from the Boeing Workshop, and became homeless. He has been suppressing his craving for enhancement agents and is extremely loyal to you.

This homeless man named William was actually a Boeing engineer... It is said that Boeing now employs a large number of cheap undocumented Mexican immigrants, laying off many white workers, and even many senior engineers.

Obviously, that's how William was laid off.

A hint of pride appeared on William's face as he said:

"When I was working at Boeing, I saw a blueprint for the Seattle Underground City, which marked some areas that still had enough space. After being laid off and homeless due to debt, I went there and actually found a secret place where I could live..."

Wayne nodded slightly, a hint of joy flashing through his mind.

The current city of Seattle is actually built suspended above the old city.

The Great Seattle Fire of 1889 burned down a cluster of wooden buildings, destroying 29 city blocks.

The Seattle municipal government at the time decided to completely rebuild the brick and stone buildings and raise the road surface.

One reason is to prevent tidal backflow, and the other is to solve the sewage discharge problem.

In the nearly ten-year-long lifting project, the newly built buildings were raised by 4-10 meters as a whole. The old streets in the original old city were backfilled with sand and gravel. The original first-floor doors and windows were sealed off to form basements. The newly built suspended pedestrian walkway connects to the second floor after the lifting.

The old town is buried deep underground, becoming a historical mezzanine space, with many Victorian relics and late 19th-century artifacts still existing.

The Seattle local government has sealed off most of the underground city blocks in the name of safety, but has still opened two or three blocks as historical sites.

If we could find a former underground city space to use as a secret base, that would be a really good thing.

William continued:

"However... that place used to be occupied by a group of violent guys, hopefully they're not there now..."

This is also why he never lived in the underground city but instead settled in the sewers.

Old Will's eyes widened suddenly, and he pulled a revolver from his pocket, saying:

"If anyone dares to offend you, sir, I am willing to die for you!"

The remaining group of homeless men were also filled with fanaticism and fighting spirit.

Wayne nodded:

"Let's go take a look."

If he could, the dagger in his hand would be no less effective than a firearm.

This is America, and some conflicts are unavoidable.

The snow had lessened a bit by then, and with William leading the way, the group soon arrived at a dilapidated alley with several long-neglected warehouses nearby.

William looked around, found the second-to-last small warehouse, pulled hard, and ripped open the rusty iron lock. Then he pushed open the door and led everyone inside.

The warehouse was filled with cardboard boxes and other miscellaneous items, covered in a thick layer of dust, clearly indicating that no one had been there for a long time.

William quickly walked to the corner, moved a few cardboard boxes aside, and peeled off the moldy wallpaper pasted on the wall, revealing a hole just big enough for one person to enter.

He then grabbed a flashlight and went inside first.

Behind him, Old Will and several other homeless men who idolized Wayne the most filed in, eager to pave the way for Mr. Saint.

Wayne also bent down and crawled into the hole.

You have entered another dark lair within the Demon Realm dungeon, a place bearing the marks of an ancient era.