I'm building Gundams in America

Chapter 402 Fantasies of the Underclass (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Although the poor streets are chaotic, they still have police.

However, the police generally do not appear unless there is a serious violent incident and someone calls the police.

This is exactly like the slum streets of South Seattle.

There's practically no police presence in this kind of place.

Someone called the police about the scene of those crazed homeless men with knives chasing and attacking others, but the police arrived far too slowly.

Seeing two police officers pointing guns at Wayne, the lecturer beside him was stunned and muttered angrily, "You guys weren't here when the hell was going on, but now that Wayne and his brother have taken down those lunatics, you fucking show up!"

"Should good people be allowed to have guns pointed at them?!"

Upon seeing the two police officers pointing at Wayne, Keith immediately broke into a smile, laughing wildly as he said, "Hahaha, Mr. Wayne, what the hell do you think you're doing? You want to hurt a law-abiding citizen like me? American law and the police won't allow it!"

As he spoke, he bent down to pick up his phone from the ground, and while continuing to broadcast live, he shouted to the two police officers, "Sir! Officer! This man attacked my two bodyguards, and he's trying to attack me again!"

"Arrest him! He should be in jail!"

He then addressed the live stream viewers, saying, "Hey guys, we've got some new fun!"

"This fucking Wayne is going to jail now. He tried to attack me, and the police are protecting me—what the hell are you talking about?!"

Keith stared at the scrolling comments in the live stream, his eyes suddenly widening in anger.

The comments that had been supporting him earlier had almost completely disappeared, and the live stream was now filled with praise for Wayne: "WTF! What was that just now? Was that some kind of armed Jesus?"

"Did you see that? One punch! He only threw one punch at every crazy homeless man!"

"Holy crap, we Americans have our own One-Punch Man brothers too!"

"I'd call him the American Muscle Saint! He's practically a fucking Jesus version of Batman—"

"Hey bro, if you don't understand the Bible, the saints know a thing or two about fighting!"

"I love you, Saint Wayne! Love comes from fucking Florida."

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The live stream was filled with praise and even admiration for Wayne.

This is America, where people worship a physically powerful saint more than a seemingly weak saint who can only conquer others through preaching and blessing.

In America, absolute violence is the most revered form of violence.

Just like the principle of violence it upholds in this world.

Keith said, somewhat exasperated, "Hey guys, this guy's just a fucking sympathetic saint. He's helping those lowlife scum and cockroaches. You guys actually like this fucking Mary?"

"And didn't you see? He just knocked both of my bodyguards flying and tried to hurt me. That shows he's a violent maniac!"

At this point, Keith's expression became excited again, and he shouted, "The police are here now, pointing guns at this hypocrite. He won't dare do anything to me again!"

Then Keith provocatively shouted at Wayne, "Hey, you fucking Bruce Wayne, aren't you going to hit me? Are you going to do it in front of the police?"

Come on, you bastard! You bitch who protects those lowly cockroaches!

Seeing this, the eyes of the homeless people around who had been redeemed by Wayne all flashed with hatred.

Several homeless men exchanged glances, quietly concealed their machetes, and surrounded Keith.

Wayne continued walking forward without stopping.

The two police officers then shouted again, "Stop! Stop the fuck! Put your hands up!"

The lecturer next to him quickly whispered, "Hey, buddy, stop right there, these cops really will shoot."

He'd seen it all the time on the street.

In impoverished areas like the streets, police officers are often in a state of high alert and under pressure.

If something is wrong, the magazine will be emptied immediately.

They can even kill out of so-called "reasonable fear," and even if it's manslaughter, they will basically not be punished.

Because this is the street in America.

If police officers are not given the authority to kill based on "reasonable fear," then a large portion of them will resign, making it impossible to enforce the law.

American police officers have "reasonable fear," so it's also reasonable for criminals on the streets to fear the police.

This is a completely different street scene from that of Tokyo University.

Wayne looked calmly at the two police officers, now holding an identification badge in his hand: "Officers, I think there's some misunderstanding here. You can take a look at this."

As he spoke, he walked up to the two police officers and handed them his identification.

His white face clearly had an effect in front of the two police officers; instead of firing, the officers reached out and took his identification.

The middle-aged white police officer leading the group glanced at the identification and exclaimed in astonishment, "Jesus Christ, this is—Elder Wayne, hello, may I ask what exactly happened here?"

The identification that Wayne handed over was that of the Grand Elder of the Seattle Evangelical Witness Church.

His white face, the white robe he wore, and his gentle demeanor immediately put the two police officers at ease.

After all, in a religious country like the United States, the identity of a Christian church elder is basically synonymous with a docile and law-abiding citizen and a peaceful gentry; they are absolutely the backbone of American society.

Not to mention that a church elder often means a lot of connections and social resources, which is not something that two ordinary policemen can afford to offend.

They're even more effective than the representatives from Tokyo University.

Seeing this, Keith, who had been expecting Wayne to be punished, was stunned and shouted incredulously, "Hey, officer, this guy hit my man, and he tried to hurt me! You should arrest him! You should—"

Before he could finish his sentence, he abruptly stopped, turned to look around, his eyes flashing with anger, and shouted, "What do you want?!"

At that moment, he suddenly realized that some homeless people had quietly surrounded him.

These homeless men were still holding something he recognized—the very machetes he had just handed out.

Many of these machetes still had bloodstains on their blades.

It was the blood of those homeless people who were hacked to death or wounded.

"Get away! Don't come near me!" Keith roared, "or I'll have my bodyguards—"

At that moment, he suddenly remembered that his bodyguard had been knocked unconscious by Wayne and had not yet woken up.

His heart skipped a beat, and he immediately turned to run away, only to find that he was surrounded by a group of homeless people on all sides.

Keith quickly held up his phone, broadcasting live to the surroundings, "I—I'm still live! If any of you dare to hurt me, it will be filmed, and you'll be arrested and thrown in jail!"

This dramatic turn of events immediately caused the number of viewers in his live stream to surge again.

A group of onlookers flooded the comments section with messages like, "Oh, look at our little Keith, tsk tsk, he's surrounded by these lowly cockroaches!"

"Hahaha, this ridiculous guy, a streamer filming homeless people on the streets, isn't he just a lowly cockroach on the streets too?"

"I think only Mr. Wayne can save him now, but it seems that Mr. Wayne is being entangled by the police that Keith called—"

"Run, Keith! This livestream is so exciting! I'll tip you a sports car right now!"

In the live stream, viewers began leaving comments and giving virtual gifts.

This kind of live stream is so much fun!

"I think these homeless guys on the street should slash him a few times, let him feel the weight of these machetes—"

"Hey, great! I want to see rivers of blood! Kill him!"

"Kill him! That's way more fun than this fucking game—I love America!"

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

The comments in the live stream eventually turned into a uniform "Kill him," with all the viewers looking for amusement and wanting to see this clown streamer bring about his own destruction.

"No, you can't do this! What are you trying to do?" Keith, now surrounded by the homeless men wielding knives, finally felt fear and said in a trembling voice, "Hey guys, I'm doing this to—to protect you on the streets! I'm handing out weapons for your sake—"

"I'll give you money, I'll give you all my cash—"

As he spoke, he took out his wallet, pulled out several thousand yuan in cash, and presented it to the homeless people in front of him with both hands.

No one reached out to take the money.

The homeless people continued to crowd around him, their eyes cold, as if they were looking at a clown, a real street cockroach.

With a soft "clang," Keith suddenly stepped on a machete that had fallen to the ground. He quickly bent down to pick it up, brandishing it and shouting, "Don't come any closer! You fucking bottom-of-the-walls! You have no right to come near me!"

The next instant, he suddenly felt a sharp pain coming from behind; someone had slashed him from behind!

He quickly turned around and was stabbed twice more in the shoulder and arm.

He tried to scream, but was instantly drowned out by the ensuing slashes!

The sound of chopping, like a butcher dismembering meat, rang out continuously, the crisp sound of blades still embedded in bone.

Keith's phone lay to the side, facing the night sky; the camera could only capture the treetops swaying in the night wind.

The number of viewers in the live stream continued to surge, finally breaking the 10,000 mark, with donations appearing from time to time.

The owner of the live stream will never see it again.

Meanwhile, in a corner of the street, a Black man in a blue jacket riding an electric scooter was staring intently at Wayne, who was talking to the police. His eyes were full of vigilance as he muttered to himself, "You son of a bitch white man—so you're the cop's informant—"