I'm building Gundams in America

Chapter 384 All the Sons Arrive (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

The moment the memorial hall door was kicked open, several VL13 gang members dressed in leather jackets stumbled into the memorial hall's foyer.

The leader was the bald man who had threatened Wayne in the tavern that day.

Upon seeing the bald man and his group of Latino gang members who suddenly appeared, Kingsley frowned and said, "Julio, I've already warned you. If you keep showing up uninvited like this, I will withdraw all my investments in your gang."

He has secretly controlled several Latino gangs within the reservation, along with the so-called Blood and Disease gangs of the reservation, through money and personnel.

Julio, a member of the VL13 gang, has repeatedly shown up uninvited to ask for money, which is really unruly.

Looks like we need to teach this guy a lesson.

Bald Julio didn't react to Kingsley's threat. Instead, he rushed to Wayne in a panic, looked him up and down, and only after confirming that Wayne was unharmed did he breathe a long sigh of relief. He then said to Kingsley, "Mr. Kingsley, you—you've done something terrible, do you know that? How dare you kidnap this—this Saint Wayne?"

"Release him immediately, or it will be too late!"

Julio said, walking towards Wayne.

The man with the earring immediately pointed his gun at Julio and shouted, "Damn it, Julio, you better get your facts straight! Mr. Kingsley is the boss, and you're just a bunch of thugs who get paid to do things!"

Julio, his face filled with anxiety, said, "You have no idea what you're doing! It'll be too late if you don't release him soon!"

Kingsley scoffed and said, "Julio, there's nothing to fear on this reservation. Relax, my friend, or Chief Nez of the reservation police station will be laughing at you."

As they were talking, several people in police uniforms walked in through the back door of the memorial hall. They were police officers from the reserve police station.

At the very front was Sheriff Nez!

Upon seeing the police, the old shaman Balad, whose mouth had just been untackled, wore an expression of disbelief. He exclaimed in astonishment, "Nez? You—you actually work for these outsiders? You—you have betrayed your own people!"

The police officers at these reservation police stations, including Sheriff Nez, are all local Indigenous Indians.

Judging from their current appearance, they had clearly become Kingsley's henchmen.

Sheriff Ness said to the old shaman Ballard with a sneer, "Uncle Ballard, times have changed. Look to the future. In America, there are no races, only the poor and the rich."

"As police officers in America, of course we have to serve capital, don't we?"

As he spoke, Nez nodded toward Wayne and continued, "This outsider, Mr. Wayne, disappeared after his duel with you. We have reason to believe that you killed him because you lost the shaman duel—"

"Of course, we found you at the memorial, but you had already committed suicide out of guilt—how about this script? To be honest, I even submitted it to those Hollywood studios back in the day."

Understanding the other party's meaning, Ballard roared, "You beast! Nez, you bastards who betrayed the ancestral spirits of the Indians, I curse you to a horrible death!"

Nez shrugged and said, "If the curse really worked, that damn white man's ship wouldn't have docked in America back then."

As he spoke, he strode toward Wayne, clearly preparing to make a move.

Julio, standing nearby, panicked and cried out, "You have no idea what you're doing! Stop! You're in big trouble! You—"

Before he could finish speaking, a blinding white light suddenly shone into the memorial hall from outside.

It's a car headlight.

Then came the roar of an engine.

Immediately afterwards, there was a loud "bang," and the wooden door and glass windows of the front hall were smashed into pieces. A pickup truck drove straight in, knocking over a row of benches before coming to a sudden stop.

Kingsley and the others suddenly stood up, looked at the pickup truck, and raised their guns, aiming them at the truck with angry expressions.

"MotherFucker! What the hell?!" Willie, the man with the buzz cut, cursed as he stepped forward and opened the door of the pickup truck.

Immediately, a body fell to the ground, a bullet hole still lodged in its forehead.

There were four corpses inside the car, their heads blown off!

Willie, the man with the buzz cut, was taken aback for a moment, then instantly recognized the newcomer.

They're from the Indigenous Blood Gang!

The so-called Indigenous Blood Gang refers to the Indigenous branches of the Blood Gang and the Tumor Gang, which are long-established Black street gangs, that have branched out in Indian reservations and Indigenous communities.

As a gang that has already declined on the reservation, the Indigenous Bloods also work for Kingsley within the Mukshot Reservation.

Upon seeing the bodies in the pickup truck, Kingsley and others present, along with several corrupt police officers from the reservation police department, immediately drew their guns, their faces showing vigilance.

Just then, the roar of an engine sounded outside, and beams of dazzling white headlights shone through the windows into the dimly lit memorial hall, making it as bright as day.

Kingsley and the others, who were holding guns, involuntarily raised their hands to block the beam of light and squinted their eyes.

"What the hell happened? Who's outside?!" the man with the earring cursed.

Then came the sound of guns being pulled back, and to everyone's astonishment, a dozen fully armed militants wearing the latest generation of US night vision goggles appeared outside, holding automatic rifles and aiming at the people in the room.

One by one, red laser dots appeared on everyone in the hall, including Kingsley's chest.

The moment they saw the red dots on their bodies, everyone in the hall shuddered.

"Relax! Relax, friend, I think there must be some misunderstanding here. We are a respected investment company in the reservation, and I have a good relationship with Congressman Cross. In addition, Chief Nez of the reservation police department is here as well." Kingsley raised his hands and shouted at the figures in the blinding beams of light.

At the same time, he quickly tried to figure out who it was.

The family militias of several large families?

People who help the sick?

Mexican Mafia?

Just then, several figures emerged from a blinding light, the first of whom was a curly-haired Mexican man with a small mustache and wearing a trench coat.

Upon seeing the man, the buzz-cut man, Willie, paused in surprise and said, "It's you, Bruce Wayne's henchman?"

Immediately afterwards, the VL13 gang members who had just rushed in to persuade them began to tremble all over, as if they had seen some kind of evil spirit.

Gang leader Julio, trembling as if electrocuted, scurried to the curly-haired, mustachioed man and stammered, "Sir, I'm so sorry, sir—we didn't know you were here at first. I confess to you, I beg your forgiveness... I'm sorry, I never intended to be disrespectful to you in the slightest, nor to our entire VL13 gang on this reservation. When I received the call from the mafia bosses, I immediately—"

Julio felt like he couldn't breathe.

If he had a choice, he wished he could go back to last night and strangle himself in time when he was spouting nonsense at this bearded man.

Just now, he suddenly received a call from a high-ranking Mexican mafia member in prison, telling him that he must immediately quell the situation here.

They also told him the true identity of the curly-haired man with the small mustache.

One of CJNG's new cores, the mysterious EI13.

Julio rushed over desperately, but it was too late because of Kingsley's arrogance.

Despite his humility, which bordered on humility, the curly-haired man with the mustache paid him no heed. Instead, he walked straight up to the saint Wayne and said, "Godfather."

His trusted henchmen behind him, along with the fully armed gang members, shouted in unison:

Forgive me————

"godfather!"

They then all pounded their chests in a salute to that so-called saint Wayne, producing a booming sound like drums.

Kingsley and the others stared wide-eyed at the enormous spectacle before them.

Kingsley abruptly turned to look at Wayne, momentarily confused about the true identity of this so-called Saint Wayne.

Just then, the roar of engines came from outside, and then dozens of cars appeared on the street outside, completely surrounding the memorial hall, even the people who had just arrived were trapped inside.

"The Seattle Bloods are on duty!"

"This is a matter for our Tumor Gang!"

As shouts rang out, Kingsley and the others were overjoyed; the Blood Gang and their men had arrived!