I'm building Gundams in America

Unexpectedly, Steve, the black doctor, also showed up.

It seems that the efficiency of the US government departments was somewhat overestimated.

Several days have passed since the other party's information was reported to the IRS, and the IRS has clearly not taken any action yet.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. This is America, after all. Forget about efficiency; news of the federal government about to shut down keeps coming in.

It's impossible for a report to be filed here and an action to be taken there immediately.

The United States has its own unique national circumstances.

Inside the tent, José and Isabella were deathly pale.

Jose said, trembling:

"They're here...they're catching up..."

Then, as if he had made up his mind, he looked at Wayne and pleaded tearfully:

"Sir, please... please protect Isabella... I'll go out now... and leave with them..."

As he spoke, he struggled to get up.

"Sit down." Wayne's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable force.

Judging from what the other party said, it was clearly not just about Jose.

Instead, they came directly for Wayne.

Poor José had no idea that he was never important to those people.

Wayne looked up and peered out through the gap in the tent flap.

At this moment, a dozen or so homeless people had gathered in front of his tent. Old Will, Old Billy, Mike, and David all stood in front of the tent with their hands in their pockets, like four pillars.

The remaining homeless people who had come to rely on him also emerged from their tents, looking ahead with angry expressions.

Several young Latino men, dressed in shiny leather jackets and with tattoos and lettering on their faces, stood with their hands on their hips, confronting old Will and his men.

These men all had bloodthirsty eyes and mocking smiles on their faces, clearly not taking these frail homeless people seriously at all.

Behind these people stood a white man in a royal blue suit, none other than the black doctor Steve.

Clearly, Steve made no attempt to hide anything from the group of homeless people, nor did he intend to.

In his view, these social scum at the bottom of society posed no threat to him.

Wayne said calmly from inside the tent:

"Let him in."

Old Will and Mike, among others, stood solemnly to the side, making way for each other.

With an arrogant smile on his face, Steve strolled leisurely, as if walking in his own garden. His leather shoes made a crisp sound as he walked through the group of homeless people and arrived at Wayne's tent. He lifted the tent flap and went inside.

As one of the most brutal and tyrannical gangs, MS-13's reputation, or rather his infamy, gave him ample confidence to intimidate these homeless people.

They dared not do anything.

But the moment he stepped into the tent and saw Wayne's appearance, he was taken aback and blurted out:

"Is it you?"

The man in front of him looked very familiar; he was the same man who had gone to his barbershop a few days ago to get a haircut and seek medical treatment.

Steve then instantly realized what was happening, laughed heartily, sat down on the ground in front of Wayne, looked him in the eye, and said with a smile:

"So we've already met, Mr. Wayne. That really surprises me..."

"A few days ago, I heard about a voodoo medium on the street who has been helping people exorcise evil spirits and cure illnesses. Jose's leg was also cured by you..."

"I didn't expect that in the blink of an eye, so many people in the surrounding blocks would be talking about this. So it was you..."

As he spoke, he turned to look at the terrified and angry father and daughter, and greeted them with a gentle smile:

"Hello, little Isabella, we meet again. You still owe money for the abortion last time. I heard that you and your father left without saying goodbye, which is really worrying."

"I heard you were coming down this street. I was just looking for Mr. Wayne to talk business with, and I never expected to run into you. It must be God's arrangement."

Jose's face was deathly pale, his anger beyond measure, and he said in a trembling voice:

"You...you devil! You forced Isabella to use the enhancement drug, you forced her to sell her body...you devil! I can go back with you, this has nothing to do with Mr. Saint!"

Steve looked at Jose as if he were looking at a pet, an ant, shook his head and smiled, saying:

"José, you and your daughter are nothing but dust on the roadside. Nobody cares about you in this country. Don't think too highly of yourselves."

Wayne's expression was gentle as he calmly said:

"I care."

Upon hearing this, Steve laughed as if he had heard a funny joke, turned to Wayne, and said:

"That's great, Mr. Wayne. I like those kind-hearted, overly nice people, so Jose and Isabella are my bargaining chips."

He then suppressed his smile, his expression turning arrogant, and continued:

"I want to talk business with you, Mr. Wayne. You weren't originally qualified, but you've proven yourself these days. At least the homeless people on this street have shown you enough respect; they listen to you."

"I heard what they said too, the Saints Gang, huh? Tsk tsk, channeling is a good idea..."

Wayne looked at him calmly without saying a word.

Steve continued:

"Since you've been to my barbershop, you should know that I've been helping Jose of MS-13 sell his goods."

"However, the streets of Seattle are different from those of El Salvador. It's more complicated here. America is a melting pot of nations, isn't it? Everyone wants to burn others to ashes."

"We need people like you, Wayne."

Steve looked into Wayne's eyes, but then felt very uncomfortable with the other's calm gaze, as if Wayne was the one in control of everything, not him.

His gaze involuntarily drifted to the pile of voodoo bones beside him, and he continued, somewhat annoyed:

"Using homeless people on the streets to build a gang network—you're a genius! That's the best distribution network ever!"

At this point, Steve's eyes lit up with excitement again as he looked at Wayne and said:

"Those police officers would never check the belongings of a homeless person; they'd be too busy avoiding them. This sales network can extend throughout Seattle, the products can be distributed quickly, and the rest is up to us..."

"Furthermore, your exorcism business can also attract guys from both Black and white communities to our products..."

"How about it, Mr. Wayne? If you're willing to cooperate, we can split the profits 90/100, and of course, 10% is yours."

Upon hearing Steve's words, Jose's eyes gradually filled with fear and despair.

In his mind, given MS-13's brutality and the enormous financial incentive, no one could refuse such a collaboration.

He and his daughter Isabella overheard the conversation, and according to the usual practice of Latin American gangs, they would eventually be silenced.

God... have you ever looked at this land?

Just when José was almost plunged into the abyss of despair, he heard the saint's gentle yet firm voice:

"I refuse."

Steve and Jose were both startled, almost instinctively doubting their ears.

Steve raised an eyebrow and smiled:

"What, Mr. Wayne, is it not enough? You should know that this 10% is enough to lift you off the streets and let you live the life of a tycoon... However, considering this is our first time working together, I can raise it by another 5%, to 15%. How about that?"

After a pause, Steve continued:

"There is nothing that money can't buy on this land. If you can't buy it, it means the price isn't high enough. I think 15% is enough to show my sincerity."

"You only have a few dozen homeless people with you, which is nothing compared to our strength."

Wayne shook his head and continued calmly:

"I refuse. Furthermore, the entire Jose gang must leave this neighborhood and are not allowed to return."

Steve's expression instantly darkened. He shook his head slightly and looked at Wayne, saying:

"Mr. Wayne, I never expected you to be so...unwise. You're just surviving as an illegal doctor on the streets, and you really think you're a saint?"

"You're a joke."

"In that case, there's nothing more for us to discuss..."

He then looked at José and his daughter, and suddenly grinned, revealing a sinister smile, and said:

"Jose, it looks like you're coming with me. We're the Jose Gang, how can we do without Jose?"

Just then, Wayne's voice rang out again:

"Steve, Steve, my friend, I think you still don't understand, you can't take anyone with you."