I'm building Gundams in America

Wayne nodded slightly as he looked at the series of buffs that appeared on the panel.

Just as he had predicted.

The panel reveals his hidden life experiences, combined with his basic witch doctor healing skills and his advanced bard performance acting skills, making him virtually invincible.

There are two fundamental reasons:

One reason is that the low rate of materialism education in Western societies provides fertile ground for feudal superstition.

Furthermore, in the West, especially in the Americas, whether in South America or North America, the rate of children leaving their fathers is extremely high. Whether they run away as soon as they're ready to leave or are forced to die in the grave, the rate of children leaving their fathers is astonishingly high.

This has indirectly led to these people being extremely lacking in love.

No wonder I read online that when you're arguing with a Westerner, just tell them "Your mom and dad don't love you," and they'll most likely snap.

That means they truly don't love you.

Otherwise, it's because the person is gone and it's impossible to love them anymore.

Love remains unmoved.

It directly attacked the weak point, which is why it broke through the defense.

Even ruthless drug lords are no exception.

Simon had gradually recovered from his earlier excitement. He stood up, took a deep sniff, wiped his eyes, and said to Wayne:

"By Bondie, Mr. Wayne, thank you... I really didn't know..."

All of this felt like a dream to him.

Simon even had a moment of disorientation, thinking that he was hallucinating because he had used the company's latest product.

Wayne, with a kind and compassionate expression, said:

"It's alright, child. Bondi is tolerant of all children equally."

"Hoo..." Simon exhaled and snapped his fingers. Immediately, a servant brought him a hot towel. He wiped his face, threw the towel back on the tray, and resumed his original sinister demeanor.

It was as if he wasn't the one who had just been crying and wailing in Wayne's arms.

However, his expression toward Wayne became much more respectful.

"Thank you. I'd like to know about my father..." Simon asked in a deep voice.

Simon is significantly older than Wayne, but Simon's attitude is like that of a child facing an elder.

Wayne said:

"As I've already said, Ruben has returned to Bondier's embrace, and he's waiting for the day he can reunite with you."

Simon looked relieved and nodded.

"Thank you for your advice and grace... and please forgive my initial arrogance and recklessness. From a young age, my father taught me to have reverence for Bondiye and all the spirits of the universe, but unfortunately, I gradually forgot these precious virtues..."

He then looked at Wayne, a glint of eagerness in his eyes:

"Is there anything I can do for you?"

Wayne shook his head and said:

"I am just an ordinary medium, no different from your father Ruben or any other medium. It is all thanks to the blessings of Bondiye."

Simon nodded slightly.

Humble and gentle, his father Ruben was also a traditional medium who attributed everything to the blessings of Bondiye.

Of course, everyone understands that Bondiye doesn't always favor one person.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many charlatans posing as spiritual mediums—he has executed quite a few over the years.

After a pause, Wayne pulled out a roll of banknotes and said:

"This is a debt I owe."

Simon raised his hands in refusal and said:

"This is all Juan's sin. How dare he lend money to a noble medium? Of course, I also understand that this is all Bondiye's will, a test for Juan by Bondiye—he failed the test and thus became a wind chime on the tree."

Upon hearing Simon mention Big Daddy Juan, Wayne sighed, a look of pity returning to his face, and slowly said:

"Now that Juan has been punished by Bondier, let him rest in peace... I'm taking his body with me. By the way, I'm still a mortician on the streets of Seattle."

Simon showed a hint of surprise, but then, remembering Wayne's identity as a voodoo medium, he immediately understood.

Besides curses and spirit communication, the most famous things about Voodoo are the infamous resurrected corpses.

Voodoo mediums are among the most skilled at manipulating corpses.

Since Wayne is a voodoo medium, it's perfectly normal for him to be a corpse collector.

"Of course, with you arranging his funeral, Juan will surely rest in peace," Simon nodded, then looked at Wayne earnestly and continued:

"Mr. Wayne, thank you for your channeling. In any case, please allow me to pay you some compensation, otherwise I will find it difficult to face my father's spirit."

Putting aside the fact that it cured his headaches that had plagued him for years, the fact that he could once again feel the love from his father in the netherworld was already incredibly precious.

Wayne sighed and said:

"Since you're so sincere, then do me a favor."

"There's a guy nicknamed 'Bottle Joe,' who's pretty well-known on the streets of Seattle. There's been some misunderstanding between us, and I need to find him and explain things to him... alive."

Upon hearing this, Simon breathed a sigh of relief, as if a knot in his heart had been untied, and a bright smile appeared on his gloomy face.

He snapped his fingers, and one of his trusted subordinates immediately stepped forward and leaned close to listen.

After hearing Simon's order, the subordinate nodded to Wayne and turned to leave.

As he walked, he made a gesture, and immediately two gang members in suits followed behind him, while the roar of car engines could be heard outside.

Seeing that the other party was so cooperative, Wayne said to Simon:

"Mr. Simon, it's a pleasure doing business with you. By Bondier, please contact me if you need any bodies disposed of."

As he spoke, he extended his hand.

Simon immediately reached out and grabbed Wayne, shook him vigorously, and nodded, saying:

"Thank you, Mr. Wayne. I hope to see you again..."

Wayne nodded, got up, and walked out of the yard.

Tattooed Dick and his gang, along with several gang members from the courtyard, quickly followed.

When they arrived outside the courtyard and saw the four corpses hanging in the tree, Tattooed Dick quickly made a gesture.

The man with the gold teeth, the man in the vest, and the others understood and immediately climbed up the tree trunk, cut the ropes that were hanging the four corpses, and lowered the bodies of Big Daddy Juan and the others down.

Then they found some snow-white sheets from somewhere, wrapped all four corpses in them, and tied them with wire.

Looking at the four corpses, tightly wrapped in white sheets and resembling human figures, Wayne was speechless.

How am I supposed to carry this thing?

Is it a souvenir?

Do they really think the police at Xida University are just for show?

No matter how chaotic the South District is, if four gleaming corpses are dragged in the street, someone will definitely call the police, and the police will definitely investigate.

You're not giving the police any face at all.

Seemingly sensing Wayne's confusion, Tattooed Dick quickly said to Wayne:

"Mr. Wayne, please wait a moment."

As they were talking, several gang members had already brought over two sofas.

The group then skillfully cut open the sofa's outer layer, removed the foam and inner lining, and stuffed the four corpses inside.

Two corpses were crammed into a sofa, one on the seat cushion and the other on the backrest.

Then, using the large needles used for sealing burlap sacks at the dock, he quickly re-sewed and sewed the sofa cover back together before loading it into the truck bed.

From the outside, they look like two worn-out secondhand sofas, with nothing wrong with them.

No one would guess that these two sofas were made of human material.

Tattooed Dick proudly stated:

"Back in Colombia, we initially used furniture smuggling additives, and that's when I honed my skills."

Wayne didn't say anything, but simply smiled and gave a thumbs up.

After finishing packing, the group quickly got back into the vehicles. This time, there were two cars: a pickup truck to transport the furniture and a sedan to take Wayne.

The engine started, and the car drove out of the community controlled by Seta.

After he was completely gone, Wayne finally breathed a sigh of relief; his back was soaked with sweat.

This can be described as taking a very risky move.

With his current marksmanship, he could have killed Simon on the spot, or even wiped out all the gang members in the yard.

But then what?

The Seta Group's retaliation will come like a tidal wave, and from then on he will have no choice but to live in hiding and flee for his life.

Only by thoroughly intimidating the other party mentally can one gain a moment of safety.

Fortunately, the final result was pretty good.

However, Wayne understood that even if he managed to appease Simon, a ruthless drug lord, he couldn't guarantee that Simon wouldn't change his mind.

After all, although he had taken advantage of the other party's deepest love and memories of their father, these ruthless drug lords could turn even a living father into a sieve when they went berserk. No one could say for sure how long a dead father could remain calm.

Fortunately, they also took advantage of the other party's superstitious beliefs.

Feudal superstition is harmful.

This time, however, the harvest was quite fruitful.

Then he looked at the panel:

Experience points: 10/100

Free attribute points: 1

He has finally condensed another free attribute point!

However, Wayne did not rush to add this attribute point, but instead kept it for the time being.

With this attribute point, even if you have an extra life, you can at least block one fatal attack.

Let's talk about it when a real emergency occurs.

Then I looked at the panel.

【Occupation: Witch Doctor (Level 2)】

Titles: Royal Rebel (3%); Voodoo Medium (90%); Saint (Gold Title 8%)

Physical strength: 1.3/1.3

Intelligence: 1.2/1.3

Mental Power: 1.4/1.7

HP: 130/160

Experience points: 13/100

Free attribute points: 1

技能：吟游表演（高级28%）；他乡故知（被动60%）；战术匕首使用（专精1%）；化合物製作（初级70%）；基础巫医（专精33％）；手枪使用（专精22%）

Battle Pet: Wilderness Hound (Level 1, 60%)

Status: Minor injury not yet healed

The title of "Voodoo Medium" is about to reach 100%. I wonder what will happen next?

That one point of free attribute is still essential for survival in critical moments.

One of the key reasons why Simon was able to completely intimidate him today was that he handed the gun over to Simon.

Even if the opponent actually fires a shot, Wayne can immediately apply some heal and perform a miraculous resurrection on the spot.

The most important thing now is to build shelters as soon as possible in order to cope with such extreme situations.

He never believed that after being baptized by so-called "fatherly love," drug lord Simon would become a docile sheep in his presence.

Can a good emotional outburst and tears really make someone repent and reform, becoming completely obedient to this "medium"?

That's a fucking fairy tale.

Just then, the gang member driving the car turned to Wayne excitedly and said:

"Sir, do you remember me? My name is Carlos, and I just joined the company a few days ago... I told Mr. Simon that you are a saint and a powerful medium, and I think Mr. Simon will definitely respect you."

Wayne narrowed his eyes.

So it was you, kid.