I'm building Gundams in America

South American militarized drug cartels have evolved into quasi-state super-violent complexes, with armed forces, territorial control, and global drug market share far exceeding those of regular armies in many countries.

The strongest groups each have a paramilitary force of around 10,000 men, equipped with military equipment such as drones, armored vehicles, missiles, and submarines.

The structure of these armed forces often consists of a core layer of former special forces or government rebels, a middle layer of assassins trained by youth assassin schools, and an outer layer of slum militias, or ordinary gang members.

Among them, the first to introduce special operations training was the Zeta Cartel, which was formed by members of the Mexican Airborne Special Forces who defected, and at the time it crushed other drug cartels.

This has prompted criminal groups from Latin America to more or less begin to engage in paramilitary training.

As members of MS-13, a gang that also originated in Latin America, the Jose gang, based in Seattle, though small in number with only a few dozen members, also has its own four-man special tactics team.

Behind this small team, which was linked together to form a tactical formation, were a dozen gang members armed with long guns and short cannons. After rushing into the underground alley, they moved forward along the wall with their guns in hand.

This is also why Jose's gang is so arrogant.

Compared to the local street gangs who randomly shoot guns, these South American gangs are the real professionals.

Whether it's fighting or massacre.

To the surprise of these gang members, they encountered no resistance when they rushed into the underground alley.

There wasn't even anyone in front of them.

"Alert! Alert!"

Amidst a cloud of dust, the tactical squad member at the forefront, wearing a baklava hat, shouted.

The group immediately dispersed, relying on the surrounding terrain for cover.

Behind them, a man wearing sunglasses and with a blank expression strode over, glanced around, grinned, and said menacingly:

"It's really a good place, and it's amazing that those cockroach-like guys found it... Steve, this place can be our warehouse from now on."

Steve, who was also in the crowd, lagging far behind, immediately replied upon hearing Noon's words:

"Indeed, Mr. Noon, this is the site of Seattle's old city. I didn't expect them to find it. That Wayne is a lucky guy."

The man wearing sunglasses was Noon, the current leader of the José gang.

"Boss, there's trouble ahead," said a member of the tactical squad wearing a baklava hat, raising his automatic rifle and shining the tactical flashlight ahead.

Noon narrowed his eyes and said:

"Let's go take a look."

The four men in front immediately regrouped into a tactical formation, forming a pincer movement with two teams on the left and right, and moved forward.

Noon and the others followed in large strides.

At this point, the Jose gang members had lowered their guard to the minimum.

They had originally thought the fiercest resistance would occur at the entrance, but now that they had entered without encountering any resistance, it was all over.

Soon, the members of Jose's gang had arrived in the center of the alley.

Everyone was stunned by what they saw, even the tactical squad members who were holding guns lowered their gun barrels.

What they were witnessing was utterly unbelievable.

In the center of the alley, eight corpses were half-buried on the ground, kneeling in a prayer position.

In the center of them sat a black-haired, black-eyed man, sitting cross-legged and quietly watching them.

Around the man were dozens of homeless people, also kneeling on the ground in a prayer posture.

The previously arrogant José gang leader, Noon, frowned and cursed:

"That damn religious lunatic..."

If there's one thing a fearless and ruthless gang member is most afraid of, it's definitely fanatical religious believers.

After all, they were truly fearless of death.

Moreover, judging from the half-buried corpses, these people didn't have any normal beliefs.

Fortunately, they now have complete control of the situation. Faced with so many dark gun barrels, these homeless people cannot cause any trouble.

The people who were praying saw the members of Jose's gang rushing towards them with guns, and they all glared angrily at them.

Deep down, there was only despair.

This was especially true for old Will and David, among others.

They had originally thought that with their courage and bravery, they could hold off the enemy with guns.

Seeing the gang members in front of him who were clearly trained in special operations, and the automatic rifles in their hands, he realized how naive his previous thoughts had been.

These people were clearly equipped with bulletproof vests and helmets, and it looked like standard equipment used by the U.S. military.

In a real fight, the pistols and shotguns in my hands wouldn't even be able to hit the other side before they were harvested by automatic rifle bullets.

Noon, now fully composed, spoke to Wayne in the dim light:

"Mr. Wayne? Tsk tsk, I didn't quite believe it when Steve told me, but now it seems like Jesus has risen from the dead... I love your role-playing games."

As he spoke, he stepped forward, emerging from behind several special forces members, and addressed Wayne:

"But even if the real Jesus were to return, I would nail him to the ground..."

He suddenly said with a serious expression:

"Mr. Wayne, let me ask you a question. One day, a priest tried to do something bad to a boy in the choir. Jesus covered the boy's bottom with his hand, but the priest still succeeded. Why was that?"

Before Wayne could answer, Noon suddenly burst into maniacal laughter, laughing so hard that tears were streaming down his face:

"Hahahaha, because he has a hole in his hand!"

The members of Jose's gang also burst into laughter, completely relaxing.

Noon then said to Wayne:

"It's all over. Your charlatanry, your so-called mediums and messiahs, from today onwards, you'll be my hound, wearing a collar and selling my wares."

"As for your vagrant servants, I will make them my mules, and if they disobey, I will cut off your hands and feet."

Noon spoke these sinful words calmly, as if he were describing what he would eat the next morning.

Old Will and his men were furious, but facing the enemy's guns, they could only wait for an opportunity.

"Oh, and my lovely little Isabella." Noon saw José and Isabella and smiled gently, saying, "I'm going to cut open her uterus and see just how much filth from bad men is inside that made her dare to betray me."

"You devil!" José cursed.

Just then, a gentle voice suddenly rang out:

"Sinners, you now have one last chance to choose."

Noon and the others were taken aback and looked towards the source of the voice, which was Wayne.

Wayne looked calmly at the group of thugs before him and slowly said:

"You can choose peaceful suicide or agonizing torture. Choose, this is God's punishment."

The thugs were taken aback at first, then looked at each other and burst into laughter, as if they had heard the best joke ever.

Noon laughed so hard he could barely breathe, then turned to Steve and said:

"Steve, did he... did he take some fucking new hallucinogen? This is definitely top-of-the-line stuff, I need... I need to get some to try..."

Just then, a sigh rang out, and Wayne slowly said:

"It seems you've made your choice."

【Light of Purification】

As soon as he finished speaking, the thugs present suddenly felt a strong desire welling up in their hearts.

It was a familiar desire.

That was a craving for enhancers.

Unlike before, this time the craving was ten or a hundred times stronger than usual!

Almost instantly, they experienced the most severe withdrawal symptoms!

Their minds went blank for a moment, and many of them immediately searched their pockets for the enhancer.

Even the four special forces members at the very front couldn't hold their guns; all they wanted to do was give themselves an injection immediately.

give me!

give me!

Noon couldn't even stand up straight and immediately knelt on the ground, drooling.

What exactly is going on?

Before each major operation, they would administer enhancement drugs to not only boost their nerves but also prevent problems from occurring during the operation.

Why did I suddenly experience a drug craving?

"Sigh..." A low sigh echoed in the alleyway.

"Sinners, the gates of hell have been opened."

Amidst the horrified gazes of the mob, the eight corpses kneeling on the ground in prayer opened their eyes.

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(Two chapters released together today, goodnight everyone.)