I'm building Gundams in America

Seattle Police Department South Precinct.

Although it was late at night, there were quite a few people on duty at the branch office.

After all, this is the South Side of Seattle, where shootings or serious crimes could happen at any time.

Countless homeless people die in winter alone due to the use of stimulants.

Whenever they receive a report, they usually need to respond to the call, and they face a serious shortage of police manpower.

Sergeant Irwin crossed his arms and stared silently at his phone.

Ryder, a subordinate standing nearby, asked with a smile:

"Hey bro, what's with the seriousness? Did you get a recall from ICE?"

Irving ignored his joke and frowned as he said:

"Remember the Jose gang?"

Ryder nodded:

"Those MS-13 bastards."

Irving continued:

"This evening, I received a message from an informant with a tainted past, saying that Jose's gang was preparing for a major operation, but I lost contact with him after that..."

Ryder shrugged and said:

"These bastards love to exaggerate. They might exaggerate something as serious as just going out for fun. Don't worry, they're criminals, they'll come out eventually."

Sergeant Irwin said:

"Hopefully..."

Jose's share for this month has not yet been submitted.

His share.

After he helped the leader of Jose's gang get a reduced sentence...

He would never allow the other party to break their promise.

……

Wayne raised an eyebrow.

Does this "Hand of Compassion" heal the damaged people? Does it mean it's meant to treat the injured people?

If that's the case, it does fill some gaps in basic witch doctor skills.

After all, even if basic witch doctors have reached a level of expertise, they can still mainly treat some common ailments.

If it involves actual disembowelment, there's nothing that can be done.

Just then, a cell phone rang.

Wayne frowned and looked in the direction of the ringing bell.

It was none other than Noon, the leader of the Jose gang.

He pulled a cell phone out of the other person's clothes.

It is a number labeled "BOSS".

Wayne remained calm and pressed the answer button.

"I'm Jose. I've had my sentence reduced and been transferred from Monroe Correctional Center to King County Detention Center. My lawyer says I can get out next month. Get those prostitutes ready to be sold in the mines; I'm going to deliver them myself."

The moment those words were spoken, the other party hung up the phone.

Wayne narrowed his eyes.

Just as he suspected, there were many connections behind Jose's gang.

Next month, José, the real boss of the José gang, will be released from prison.

Killing one enemy will only bring more enemies.

Never-ending.

Unless one possesses the power to intimidate everything.

He must possess greater power, or a more comprehensive solution.

Wayne sat on the blanket and looked at the skill bar on the panel.

【吟游表演（高级32%）；他乡故知（被动60%）；战术匕首使用（专精1%）；化合物製作（高级）；基础巫医（专精72％）；手枪使用（专精22%）；地狱笑话讲演（初级）；自动步枪使用（专精）；德州扑克（初级）；强化剂分销（中级）；古柯硷提取（初级）；牛油果种植（初级）】

There are many skills available now, but few are truly useful.

We still need to sort it out as soon as possible.

Wayne immediately placed the [Bard Performance (Advanced 32%)] skill in the main slot of the Sacrifice slot, and then put in [Hell Jokes (Beginner)], [Texas Hold'em (Beginner)], [Cocaine Extraction (Beginner)], [Avocado Planting (Beginner)], and [Enhancing Agent Distribution (Intermediate)] all in one go.

Sacrifice!

Immediately, all the miscellaneous skills vanished, leaving only [Bard Performance (Mastery 2%)].

For him now, putting aside the skills he has already mastered, the most useful skill is actually the [Bard Performance] skill.

It's a pity I never picked up public speaking skills.

Otherwise, it would be more useful for the establishment of a heavenly kingdom on earth.

Having done all that, I've finally fully digested tonight's gains.

He already had two free attribute points, but he wasn't in a hurry to add them.

Two free attribute points are like having two lives in a critical moment.

It's best to be cautious when facing the gunfight uniform of the Free America.

He took out the two gold bars from Steve and weighed them in his hands.

This is a full 1000 grams of gold, enough to forge ten gold coins for the system's shop.

Wayne then took out paper and pen and drew a gold coin pattern according to the design provided by the system panel.

Next, all that's needed is to find someone to make a mold, then you can melt the gold and cast it into coins.

After doing all this, Wayne looked at the corpses laid out before him, took out his phone, and dialed a number he had labeled "Leather Tailor":

"Mr. Philip? I have some...unused goods that might meet your requirements."

How are corpses disposed of in America?

It's as simple as growing vegetables in your own backyard at the University of Tokyo.

There are far too many companies and individuals who need corpses.

Biological laboratory.

Pharmaceutical company.

Educational institutions.

Human body products company.

There are also countless enthusiasts who love human body art.

And human composting projects, which have only recently emerged in recent years.

[Gannon Philip, an elite orc doctor from the southern part of the Demon Realm dungeon, has a fondness for brightly patterned animal hide products. He has repeatedly purchased illegal corpses. To conceal his hobby, he secretly runs a medical research company in Seattle, where he maintains close ties with some state legislators as a supplier.]

This is information about Philip, the "leather tailor" that Wayne met at St. Mary's Biotech.

No wonder this guy, a Johns Hopkins University student, would travel across half of America to Seattle to collect a corpse.

This is also the main reason why Wayne made so many friends in the morgue and accepted those business cards.

These are all good channels for selling goods.

Sure enough, after receiving Wayne's call, Philip showed great interest and quickly arranged a transaction time and delivery location with Wayne a few days later.

Compared to local companies like St. Mary's Biotech, Philip's sales channels are much safer.

After all, he himself was also involved in illegal business, and he would keep Wayne's activities a secret to protect himself.

Those scattered limbs would be suitable to be sold to St. Mary's Biotechnology Company.

After finishing the call, Wayne looked at the corpses again.

There were a total of twenty-three incomplete bodies.

After a moment's thought, he instructed Old Will and the others to dig up the bodies of Old Joe and two ordinary gang members, and replace them with Noon, the leader of the Jose gang, and two members of the special operations team.

This can be considered a balance in terms of combat power.

Old Joe the Bottle was just an ordinary homeless man after all. Even after becoming a resurrected zombie, all he knew how to do in battle was to stab around with a knife, without any fancy moves whatsoever.

Some of these elements lowered the overall prestige of the resurrected corpses.

Only by learning how to be a professional resurrected corpse can one truly understand the workings of Latin American gangsters.

It can be considered as returning to one's roots.

Then, everyone got busy again, and under Wayne's direction, they began to pack the body.

Fortunately, we had gotten a lot of body bags from St. Mary's Biotechnology Company beforehand, and with some black garbage bags, we quickly finished packing everything up.

The energy of the Bronze Sanctuary has been suppressed by the Messianic Silver Coin, and now has the advantage of being able to preserve corpses for a long time.

They are not afraid of decay.

As for the cell phones found on these corpses, they were collected and burned.

Without leaving a trace.

After all this was done, a rare moment of tranquility finally arrived in the underground alleyway.

It was already late at night. After a night of intense emotional fluctuations, from despair to shock to ecstasy to piety, the followers were all exhausted and fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, Wayne led his followers out of the underground alleyway, only to find it was a rainy day outside.

It's raining.

Despite being soaked in the rain, the followers felt a strange sense of emotion once again.

They are different today than they were yesterday.

They have been baptized and reborn.

It was as if the world itself had become fresh and new.

The followers then scattered, while Wayne, surrounded by old Will and others, returned to the street where the tent was located.

At this moment, apart from old Billy still standing faithfully in front of the tent, there were not many other people.

There wasn't even a single patient.

The number of homeless people who used to camp around Wayne's tent has also decreased significantly.

The homeless people in the surrounding neighborhoods already know about Jose's provocation yesterday.

MS-13's infamous reputation led them to choose to distance themselves and wait and see.

They all knew that Jose's gang never held grudges overnight.

But they also longed for the salvation of the saints.

With Wayne's arrival, the eyes of the homeless on the street immediately became burning with desire.

The fact that saints can reappear on the streets proves only one thing.

He won!

Immediately, the homeless people present began to gather around Wayne, and as Wayne passed by, they all bowed their heads and prayed to the saint.

When Wayne walked to the tent under old Billy's earnest gaze, hundreds of homeless people had already gathered around him, all making prayers for him.

Even more extreme, some people directly worship Wayne.

Wayne's gaze was calm and composed, accepting the situation with equanimity.

This is how the lambs behave.

They only regard the strong as shepherds and expect the shepherds to save them.

Unfortunately, they didn't understand.

I have come to start wars in the world.

Your Golden Title Saint has been upgraded (13% + 1%).