I'm building Gundams in America

The white man in front of him looked at Wayne and continued speaking with an arrogant expression:

"I know you've made a name for yourself in Seattle's South Side, you're some kind of church elder, a street saint, and lots of idiots idolize you, but none of that matters to the underworld."

"You shouldn't have come here to stand up for that idiot Indian Tatanka... My men have already investigated you thoroughly. That Tatanka belongs to your so-called Church of Evangelical Witness. You first met him on the reservation, at the hotel in the casino resort. Many people saw you chatting..."

"As for that magical duel ritual you and that old swindler Ballard concocted, it was all to help you increase your prestige in the reservation so you could stand up for Tatanka, am I right?"

The man in front of him, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, looked at Wayne with an arrogant expression, a hint of mockery in his eyes.

It was as if he had seen through Wayne completely.

Without waiting for Wayne's reply, he continued:

"Why would you help a lowly Native American? How much of a share did he promise you?"

"Even when Olivia tested you, you didn't react at all..."

As he spoke, he clapped his hands, and a curvaceous blonde Caucasian woman emerged from a passageway on one side of the hall, nestled beside the man with gold-rimmed glasses, and said:

"Yes, my dear Kingsley, he didn't even look at me. It makes you wonder if he's even a man..."

This blonde woman is Olivia, Tatanka's fiancée.

Wayne sighed and said:

"Mr. Kingsley did indeed make a sacrifice."

People who use their own women to make a nest are ruthless.

"So, you've had your eye on the oil fields in Tatanka's hands from the very beginning?"

"As far as I know, this is just a small oil field. Even if it were fully exploited, the profit would probably only be a few million dollars at most. Is it worth all this effort?"

The geological structure of the entire state of Washington is not conducive to the formation of oil and gas fields.

The oil field discovered on the farm in Tatanka is a small one and will not be exploited for long.

Kingsley smiled slightly and said:

"You don't understand, Mr. Wayne. In America, something is never just this one thing. It doesn't matter how much oil it produces; what matters is convincing the financial markets that it will produce a lot of oil."

"As long as you have this name to raise funds, a few million US dollars in assets can be leveraged into tens of millions, hundreds of millions, or even billions of dollars." "The important thing is equity."

Clearly, this was a scheme to get something for nothing from the very beginning.

Kingsley was clearly pleased with his plan and then directly explained his true purpose to Wayne.

First, he arranged for his lover, Olivia, to marry Tatanka. After the marriage, he gradually eliminated Tatanka's entire family, including his young nephew. Once Olivia had fully inherited Tatanka's shares, he then proceeded to repackage and finance the deal.

Kingsley, with a gentle smile, continued:

"Our mad president has already captured Venezuelan President Maduro, and next he will definitely be Iran. His only goal is to drive up global oil prices and support the value of the petrodollar, thereby increasing the value of the dollar and preventing the current economic bubble in the United States from bursting, which would cause oil prices to skyrocket."

"So, once we acquired a stake in this oil field, raising funds became incredibly easy..."

Wayne pursed his lips and said:

"Indeed, Mr. Kingsley, you have truly impressed me."

Kingsley is quite talented; he has a very insightful analysis of the economic and political situation in the United States.

The other person hadn't been mistakenly added to a high-end American political and religious group; they were relying entirely on their own judgment of the economic situation. For a moment, Wayne felt a surge of admiration for their talent.

I wonder what useful skills Kingsley will drop.

Wayne continued:

"However, Mr. Kingsley, if you want this oil field, you only need to get rid of me. Given Tatanka's current infatuation with Olivia, you can easily distance him from me gradually. Why kidnap me directly?"

Willie, with his buzz cut, could no longer contain himself and said with a sneer:

"Because you won that fucking shaman duel and became a nominal Indian high shaman, we need those things on you..." A greedy glint flashed in his eyes as he looked at the Indian shamanic ornaments Wayne was wearing.

"Some wealthy people like to collect these things, and I happen to recognize them. What you're wearing are genuine pieces that are hundreds of years old..." Olivia said, seemingly showing off.

"Not only that, Kingsley also controls all the gangs on the reservation, whether it's the Bloods, the Cripples, or those mafia members from Mexico or El Salvador, they all obey Kingsley! Kingsley is their boss who pays them!"

"Even the police and councilors on the reservation are Kingsley's friends. In Mukchott, he is the real king." Kingsley smiled and patted Olivia's hand, signaling her not to get excited.

He then stood up and said to Wayne:

"Mr. Wayne, I've heard of your legends about saints; you're absolutely perfect for this place..."

As he spoke, he pointed to the ground:

"This is the place right beneath my feet, you know? This used to be a church boarding school on a reservation, and the remains of many untouchable Native American children are right here under our feet."

"Right here, the Blood Tribe has laid down a six-pointed star suppression array, specifically to suppress the souls of those Native Americans." "After today, you, and that fool Ballard, will both become part of those lowly corpses..."

As he spoke, he snapped his fingers, and the door to the room next to him opened, pushing out an old man who was bound hand and foot and also dressed in shamanic attire.

It was none other than the old shaman Ballard who was battling Wayne today!

Upon seeing Wayne, Ballard's face showed shock and anger, but his mouth was taped shut, preventing him from speaking. He could only mumble incoherent curses at Kingsley.

He had overheard their conversation from the room next door and was filled with rage at everything that was happening here.

He never imagined that the entire Indian reservation had fallen to such a state.

Outsiders took control of the reservation, while the true owners, the indigenous people, became lambs to the slaughter, just as they had a century ago.

Or you could say that none of this has ever changed!

"Please, Mr. Wayne." Kingsley gestured to Wayne, pointing to the ground beside him.

There was a hidden door leading underground.

Just then, hurried footsteps approached, and Bill, the drunken doorman from before, rushed in, his forehead covered in fine beads of sweat. He wiped the sweat with his sleeve and said to Kingsley:

"Sir, a lot of people have arrived outside. They say they're from the VL13 gang and they urgently need to see you..."

Just then, a loud "bang" was heard as the main door of the memorial hall was kicked open!

You have arrived at the burial ground of the spirit beast's lair, and you can faintly hear cries coming from afar.