I'm building Gundams in America

In the courtyard, Simon stood at the dining table, holding a wine glass, lost in thought as he looked in the direction Wayne had left.

His face was sinister and cold, showing no trace of the tearful emotion he had displayed in front of Wayne just moments before.

His eyes were filled with complex emotions.

The deputy whispered to himself:

"Boss, are we just going to let him go like that? Is that...?"

Simon nodded and said:

"We've already achieved the best possible result today, there's no need to say more."

He then took a sip of the wine in his glass, and, as if talking to himself or instructing his deputy beside him, slowly said:

"If he is a DEA agent, we need to find out who his superior is and try to bribe him. If that fails, we will cut off the entire South District line."

"And now that he's a genuine voodoo medium, it's all turned out to be a good thing... Bondiye, I never thought spiritual power really existed. Perhaps this is my father's protection from the shadows..."

From the beginning, he just wanted to bluff Wayne.

If Wayne were truly a DEA agent, he would simply imprison the other person temporarily and then immediately fly back to Mexico to completely sever the route to Seattle.

Just kidding. The last drug lord who dared to kill a DEA agent was the Guadalajara Cartel. All the leaders have been killed or captured, and the entire cartel has been completely destroyed.

Never kill DEA agents; this is an ironclad rule of Latin American drug cartels.

If Wayne wasn't a DEA agent, but just an ordinary voodoo medium conman, then torture and death awaited him.

The outcome was completely unexpected for Simon. The other party actually possessed psychic abilities, which was the first time in many years that Simon truly believed in voodoo mediums—after his father's death.

Simon then changed the subject and continued:

"I remember that Mr. St. James was a great admirer of powerful voodoo mediums and a devout follower of voodoo... Now he completely controls the group's business in Washington state, and if we want to establish ourselves here, we must get Mr. St. James's support."

The deputy frowned and said:

"That old geezer..."

Simon raised his hand to stop the other person and said sternly:

"You must maintain sufficient respect for your superiors within the group! Only then can you ensure that your words are not inaccurate and that you can save your life!"

Then Simon said in a low voice:

"I used to scoff at those so-called voodoo mediums, but now it seems like a good opportunity to get closer to Mr. St. James..."

"Have someone keep an eye on Mr. Wayne, and don't let him out of our sight..."

"Now, I'm going to sleep..."

As he spoke, his eyes closed, and he fell into a deep sleep in the chair.

He hadn't fallen asleep like this in a long time.

Like a sleeping baby.

He fell into a beautiful dream about his father.

Psychic communication is real.

So, what about the resurrected corpse?

……

Inside the car, Wayne looked at Carlos, whose face was full of admiration and excitement, and couldn't help but feel speechless.

No wonder Simon suspected him of being a DEA agent from the start.

Besides the previous "spiritual communication" incident on behalf of his father Juan, Carlos also provided crucial assistance here.

At this moment, he also remembered the enthusiastic and simple Latin American lad who came to pledge his loyalty to him when he had previously performed miracles on the street, healing the sick and saving lives.

It seems that sometimes being too devout isn't necessarily a good thing; it can sometimes easily lead to trouble.

But since the final result was good, it doesn't really matter.

Wayne calmly and slowly said:

"My child, thank you. May God and Bondiye be with you."

This Carlos clearly wasn't very educated and didn't seem to care much about religious beliefs. He said to Wayne while driving:

"Thank you, sir. I know everyone calls you a saint. My grandmother once told me that helping saints can get you into heaven."

A proud smile crept across his face, clearly pleased to be able to "help" Wayne.

As they were talking, Pikachu arrived at the exorcism tent on the streets of Wayne and suddenly stopped.

A group of people had gathered outside the tent, led by Mike and David, both of whom were clearly carrying weapons on their waists.

Upon seeing Pikachu appear, everyone immediately drew their guns and rushed over, surrounding Pikachu.

"You damn Mexican lizard! Where are my brothers?!"

Mike held a revolver, pressing the muzzle firmly against Tattooed Dick's temple, and cursed through gritted teeth.

He was working at the supermarket when he received Old Will's call and rushed over immediately.

David also rushed over, bringing with him three unmarked revolvers he had just purchased.

Only after they arrived did they learn that Wayne had already been taken away by the Seta Group.

Mike and David were at a loss, while old Will and old Billy were in tears.

They had long been aware of the Zeta Cartel's notorious reputation in Mexico.

In particular, the neighborhood where old Billy lived was near the neighborhood controlled by the Seta Group.

In that area, there were often corpses of people who had been tortured to death, lying naked in the streets, and even the police dared not do anything about it.

Or rather, that community had no police at all, as if it were a place abandoned by the Seattle municipal government.

If Wayne is taken there, his chances of survival are extremely slim.

After much deliberation, Mike had no choice but to seek help from his acquaintance in the Bloods, Gold Sol, hoping that Gold Sol could bring some of his men to help him get Wayne back.

At the very least, Wayne's life must be saved.

Unexpectedly, while they were discussing their actions on the street, the pickup truck that had taken Wayne away returned.

Seeing that Wayne wasn't in the car, only the two dilapidated sofas in the back, Mike, who had previously heard rumors about the Seta Group, bulged his veins and his eyes turned bloodshot. He slammed the gun barrel into Tattooed Dick's temple, almost wanting to shove the man's brains out, and cursed loudly:

"What's in your car?! Where did my brother go?! You son of a bitch! Answer me!"

"Hehehe! Relax, relax, buddy..." Tattooed Dick shouted, raising his hands.

He could clearly feel the other person's anger; if he answered incorrectly, the other person might really kill him in the street.

He quickly shouted towards the car parked behind him:

"Mr. Wayne! Please tell your brother this is a misunderstanding!"

David slammed the butt of his rifle into Tattooed Dick's head, cursing:

"What other tricks are you trying to pull? I want my brother now, I want Wayne!"

"Bro, I'm back. It was all a misunderstanding..." A familiar voice suddenly rang out from the side, immediately making Mike, David, and the others look over with surprise.

Then the driver's side door of the luxury car next to them opened, and a Latino driver ran to the back door and respectfully opened it.

Wayne got out of the car with a calm expression and looked at them.

Several members of the Saeta Group bowed respectfully and said in unison:

"Mr. Wayne!"