I'm building Gundams in America

Upon seeing those four words, Wayne's breathing became rapid instantly.

This is actually the flag of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom!

Moreover, the plaque indicates that this place was once an antique shop, and the owner at the time was a member of the Anglo-French Allied Forces who participated in the burning of the Old Summer Palace.

And as a result, he brought back many rare treasures from Tokyo University and opened this antique shop.

As for the flag of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, it was obviously brought back from Dongda University by that old war criminal.

However, foreigners don't know the value of things. Compared to gold, silver, treasures, antiques, and porcelain, this Taiping Heavenly Kingdom flag was probably just something he casually picked up to pack up his stolen goods.

So when Seattle was being raised as a whole, this flag was simply thrown away as trash in the ruins of the antique shop in the underground city.

It was fate that led Wayne to find it in the ruins.

Your battle pet has been upgraded to Wild Hound (Level 1, 40-60%).

Unexpectedly, the artifact I unearthed also boosted the little dog Wick's abilities.

The puppy Wick opened its mouth wide, stuck out its tongue, and wagged its tail frantically, seemingly waiting for Wayne's approval.

Wayne patted the dog Wick's head and praised him:

"Good dog!"

Then I looked at the description of the [Relics].

[Sanctuary Artifacts: Using artifacts as the core and supplemented with relevant catalyst materials, dungeon sanctuaries can be constructed.]

[Dungeon Shelter: A safe haven for adventurers within dungeons. Different levels offer different benefits, serving as a refuge from danger and a place to raise your people. Bonuses are granted within the shelter's area. It is divided into different levels: Bronze, Iron, Silver, and Gold.]

Wayne's eyes lit up; this was a good thing!

A truly safe house where you can hide!

This is practically the foundation for establishing oneself in America, not to mention things like cultivating citizens or attribute bonuses.

Wayne first learned about the concept of safe houses from American crime films.

At first, I found it quite novel.

Only after learning about the chaos on the streets of America, the brutality of the upper echelons of political infighting, and the savagery of criminals did I truly understand the necessity of this thing.

Putting everything else aside, just take the underground city tunnels they're in now. Although they can keep it a secret for now, it will eventually be discovered by others.

At that time, there will inevitably be a struggle.

However, it would be much more convenient if this place were completely transformed into a shelter.

[Requirements for building a Bronze Shelter: Shelter Relic *1, Foundation Corpse *8, Skull of the Dead *5, Leg of the Mystic Pillar *12, Spirit Tongue *4, Hundred-Year-Old Opium Tincture *1...]

[Bronze Sanctuary Functions: Prevents spying; purifies citizens, restores their health, increases their status by 20%, and increases their loyalty; provides a lord reputation bonus]

Wayne frowned.

The materials required for even the most basic bronze shelter are quite numerous, and there are several more that haven't been listed yet.

However, if it can actually be built, this anti-spying feature alone will be worth the price of admission.

Regardless, it still has to be built.

After all, they are just some building materials; what America has no shortage of is human resources.

Just collect them gradually.

If all else fails, you can directly purchase corpses from companies like St. Mary's Biotechnology.

However, it's easy to find things like evil corpses, heads, arms, and legs, but what exactly is this spirit tongue?

After a moment's thought, Wayne carefully put away the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom's sacred relic flag, wrapped it in a plastic bag, and placed it close to his body.

The Sanctuary Relics are merely the most basic function of this flag; its true power lies in a power that even the system cannot comprehend.

This is the legal basis for Wayne's physical sanctification.

A banner that can truly establish a divine kingdom on earth!

Of course, these are all things for the future. Doing things too early now will only lead to your death.

After taking his dog Wick on another round of inspections of the remaining unexplored ruins, and confirming that there was nothing worth finding, Wayne returned to his mattress with Wick and fell into a deep sleep.

Good dog.

The next morning, Wayne got up early and gave Old Will and the others a few instructions, telling the homeless man named White to get ready and call Old Joe the Bottle in the evening.

The reason was already decided: White had just sold a batch of food stamps and got a lot of cash, and wanted to buy some high-quality goods from Old Joe the Bottle, with prices negotiable.

Of course, the transaction must be done in person.

Once Old Joe the Bottle arrived, everything became simple.

If they cooperate obediently, they'll be spared; but if they don't, these homeless people have plenty of ways to make them.

Especially after Wayne became the corpse collector, he could provide a one-stop service.

Of course, everything depends on Wayne's final decision.

When Wayne arrived on the street under the protection of old Will, old Billy was already maintaining order outside the tent.

The number of patients who arrived today was slightly less than yesterday, totaling a dozen or so.

It seems that after several days of "exorcising evil spirits," the number of patients in this neighborhood has begun to decrease.

Alternatively, patients who come through word-of-mouth referrals have generally been treated to a high degree.

After all, the community where old Billy lived was mainly Hispanic, and he lived in a Hispanic neighborhood. He didn't have much contact with other ethnic groups at the bottom of society, mainly just some black people and the lowest-class rednecks.

Maybe I should move to a different neighborhood...

Of course, the best way is to open an unlicensed clinic and make money by practicing medicine and making wishes under the guise of exorcising evil spirits and granting vows.

As Wayne pondered this, he began today's "exorcism."

Just then, the roar of an engine came from outside the tent, followed by the screech of brakes and the clamor of a group of people.

"Who are you? What do you want?!" Old Billy's angry voice rang out, along with the exclamations of others.

"Stop! I'll shoot if you come any closer!" It was old Will's voice.

"Relax, old man, do you know what you're doing? You want to challenge Seta?"

The last voice was very familiar; it was none other than the tattooed Dick from the Seta Group whom Wayne had encountered before!

Wayne's pupils contracted as he sat inside the tent.

The people from Seta arrived ahead of schedule...

The gun that David was supposed to prepare hasn't arrived yet...

According to the information he had seen about his father Juan, Juan was a very proud person who would not easily change his plans once they were made.

The other party arrived unexpectedly ahead of schedule. Could it be that something went wrong?

Outside the tent, old Will, gripping his worn-out revolver at his waist, glared angrily at the three members of the Mexican Zeta Cartel and said with wide eyes:

"I don't care who you are, if you want to offend me, you'll have to step over my dead body!"

Upon hearing the name "Seta," the group of patients brought by old Billy immediately screamed and scattered like birds.

Only old Billy remained standing there, blocking the tent entrance.

His heart was in his throat.

As a Latin American who had illegally immigrated from the south, he understood all too well what the Seta Group represented.

It was once the most brutal, bloody, and violent drug cartel in all of Mexico.

They are the most despicable of beasts.

Just thinking that Mr. Saint was in the tent, he tried to stand up straight and not take a single step back.

Just then, old Billy felt someone gently push his arm, and a soft voice came from behind him:

"Get out of the way, Billy, Will, they're coming for me."

Old Billy quickly turned his head and saw Mr. Saint, dressed in a long robe, walking out of the tent with a calm expression.

Old Will, looking anxious, turned and said:

"Sir, please go quickly, I can handle things here!"

Wayne smiled faintly, grabbed Old Will's hand holding the gun, pressed the gun down, turned to look at Tattooed Dick, and said:

"You've arrived a few days early... I've already collected the debt I owe Seta, you can take it anytime, and we'll be even."

Upon seeing Wayne, Tattooed Dick's face lit up with a bright smile, and he said:

"Mr. Wayne, we meet again. You've misunderstood; it's not about the debt..."

"...The boss wants to see you."