I'm building Gundams in America

"God! These fucking lunatics!"

The two police officers who were questioning Wayne finally noticed what was happening around them, drew their service pistols again, pointed them at the homeless men wielding knives, and shouted:

"Stop! Stop right now!"

"Put down your weapons!"

The group of dozens of homeless people who had been gathered together immediately turned around and scattered in all directions, fleeing in all directions of the poor street.

Seeing the homeless men running wildly, and the gleaming machetes in their hands still dripping blood, the two policemen were horrified and dared not fire.

They simply let these homeless people escape.

This is also the most common method used by police officers on duty in poor streets or in all impoverished communities across the United States.

They let the incidents happen, and only clean up the scene after cases like murders are over.

You're risking your life for a few thousand yuan a month?

Who knows if these homeless people at the bottom of society are on drugs or alcohol?

When the other party gets really crazy, they can even withstand several bullets, let alone dozens of homeless people in front of them.

They were already thankful that the other party didn't come over and attack the two policemen.

"Calling for backup, calling for backup, we're in the dead of night..."

After the lead policeman finished speaking into the walkie-talkie, the two men walked towards the area where the homeless people had gathered.

Seeing what was in front of them, both of them felt a chill run down their spines.

The younger policeman next to him almost vomited.

Just moments ago, the streamer Keith was alive and kicking, but now he was lying on the ground with his eyes wide open, covered in at least a hundred knife wounds, blood flowing everywhere. He was already dead beyond any doubt.

If those two policemen hadn't shouted at the homeless people, Keith would probably have been chopped into hamburger meat.

"Mr. Wayne, do you know the deceased?" the middle-aged policeman asked Wayne, who was standing to the side, with a frown.

By this time, they had recognized each other as the South Side Saints of Seattle who had recently become a minor internet sensation, the senior elder of the Evangelical Witness Church, the evangelical church elder who delivered milk powder.

That's why they showed Wayne a lot of respect.

Wayne sighed and said:

"This is a live streamer, Mr. Keith. What he likes to do most is to give homeless people on the street hard liquor, boosters, and weapons... I was about to warn him about the dangers, but it was too late."

The young policeman standing nearby spat and said:

"So it was this scumbag. I know him."

Keith's behavior is well-known on the American internet, and his videos have reportedly garnered tens of millions of views. Police officers, on the other hand, strongly resent this behavior, because when chaos erupts in the neighborhood and someone calls the police, it's the officers who ultimately have to clean up the mess.

Not to mention tonight's chaos, which was started by Keith.

The old policeman shrugged and grinned, saying:

"This is really... such a shame."

They naturally wouldn't hunt down the people who killed Keith; after all, with so many homeless people, no one could say for sure who did it.

Have they all been arrested?

Isn't this just causing trouble for the bureau?

Not to mention the death of this Keith, they were equally delighted.

Wayne sighed, stepped forward, murmured something, and reached out to place his hand over Keith's eyes, closing them for him.

Seeing this, the two policemen couldn't help but sigh:

"As expected of the legendary Seattle Saint, Mr. Wayne, he also harbors compassion and love for this kind of scum..."

"No wonder he's called the last conscience of white Americans..."

They also learned of Keith's malice towards Wayne, and were surprised that Wayne could repay evil with kindness—a noble act they had only seen in the Bible.

[You have acquired the skill: Self-media Operation (Specialist)]

Upon seeing the notification that appeared on the system panel, Wayne nodded slightly.

Although Keith is a despicable person, he does have a knack for identifying trending topics and running operations.

Next, he wants to expand his influence, and the operation of the Internet, especially self-media, will definitely be indispensable.

Wayne then walked over to the five corpses next to him, the bodies of the five homeless men who had been hacked to death at the beginning. Two of the corpses had their brains ripped out, leaving only three intact bodies.

You have acquired the skill: Piano Playing (Advanced)

You have acquired the skill: Bicycle Driving (Intermediate)

You have acquired the skill: Car Repair (Beginner)

Numerous fragments of memory came with the skill: each of these deceased homeless people had once lived a life above middle class. But one day, perhaps they took a wrong step, or encountered a small accident, and everything changed.

Their lives suddenly collapsed, and they slid all the way into the abyss, never to return.

By the time they realized what was happening, they were already trapped in the mire of homelessness on the streets.

The entire social system no longer accepts them; they are trapped here, heading towards death.

Meanwhile, seeing Wayne with a compassionate expression giving a final blessing to the bodies of the homeless men who had been hacked to death, all the homeless men on the street showed expressions of gratitude.

Since falling on the streets, they have been abandoned by the entire American society.

Nobody cares about those who are alive.

Not to mention the corpses.

The black-haired, black-eyed man in the white robe not only quelled the riot on the street and prevented greater casualties, but also gave a final blessing to the bodies of the homeless who had died tragically.

May their souls find peace.

They all remembered the man's appearance and his name vividly.

Some people have even started using their mobile phones to search for information about Wayne online.

After seeing information about Seattle Saints and the church-related milk powder scandal, I gained a completely new understanding of Wayne. "Saints... thank you for your salvation... God... thank you for letting the Messiah of this world appear before me and saving my life..." Vanessa, the former pediatrician, murmured.

She never imagined that during the lowest point of her life, she would meet someone she would follow for the rest of her life.

Another middle-aged man treated by Wayne muttered to himself:

"God... I was disrespectful to you until I met a true saint... I have repaired the most sophisticated car engines, but no one has ever been able to fix my heart... God..."

Amidst the admiring gazes of the crowd, Wayne looked at the two police officers and said:

"Officers, I think I should leave now."

The older policeman immediately said:

"Of course, sir, thank you for your cooperation."

The internet celebrity Keith was hacked to death by those homeless men right before their eyes, and they couldn't stop them at all. Wayne was also an eyewitness. If they didn't leave, things would be very different once reinforcements arrived.

It seems that they have neglected their duties.

The young policeman, looking slightly embarrassed, took out a notebook and said:

"Mr. Wayne, could you please sign my autograph? I'm a huge fan of Papa Jack's..."

Los Angeles is, after all, home to Hollywood, so idol worship is practically instinctive.

Wayne smiled, took the notebook and pen, casually signed his name, waved, and turned to leave.

The puppy Wick then emerged from the side and followed Wayne.

Looking at the street corner not far away, there seemed to be a little female dog reluctant to leave, which was also the main task that the little dog Wick had just been doing.

Seeing Wayne leave, the lecturer quickly followed, glancing around every now and then, afraid another homeless man with a machete might jump out. "You know, wasn't that Keith guy awful? At least he died a worthy death. How can these Americans be so wicked? I'm telling the truth..."

The lecturer was still shaken and terrified.

Fortunately, his years of experience on the streets of Los Angeles had toughened him up, so he wasn't as terrified as he was when he first witnessed a murder in the street. Wayne smiled but didn't speak. Instead, he looked at the system panel, pondered for a moment, and then sacrificed his skills in Piano Playing (Advanced), Bicycle Driving (Intermediate), and Car Repair (Beginner) to [Self-Media Operations].

I immediately received the [Self-Media Operation (Specialty 16%)] qualification.

This self-media operation skill is really good, I still need to improve it, it will definitely be useful in Hollywood.

Wayne's idea was simple: to solve the problems left over from Hollywood, he first needed to build up his own power base on the streets of Los Angeles, which would make many things much easier.

At the same time, you can take advantage of the abundance of patients here to quickly increase your experience points.

Of course, reputation in America is equally important.

The two people and the dog made their way through the chaotic streets and soon returned to the street where the lecturer's RV was located.

Wayne's tent was pitched next to the lecturer's abandoned RV.

"Brother Wayne, go to sleep early. Don't worry, just call me if anything happens. I'll be there to help you out..." After saying goodnight to Wayne, the lecturer reluctantly climbed into his RV.

For him, Wayne's fighting prowess tonight was truly impressive.

It was absolutely the right decision to cling to someone powerful.

With this killing god around, at least no one on this street will dare to bully him anymore.

Wayne also went into his tent, made some simple arrangements, and lay down on the mat.

The puppy, Wick, was lying at his feet.

My first night in Los Angeles was alright.

Just then, my phone vibrated suddenly, and a message appeared:

"Wayne, have you arrived in Los Angeles? How's it going? Have you contacted Megan, the director of the ICE Los Angeles field office? I've already spoken to her..."

It's a message from Camilla.

Wayne glanced at it, casually put his phone away, and didn't reply.

Just then, my phone vibrated again; it was another message from Camilla:

"...When are you coming back? It's not that I personally want you to come back, but there's a lot of work in the Seattle office that needs your help..." Wayne casually silenced his phone, tossed it next to his pillow, and went to sleep.

The next morning, Wayne had just woken up when he heard the lecturer's voice outside:

"Open the door... Holy crap, what's going on!?"

Your reputation has spread throughout the Demon Realm dungeons, and your reputation value has increased by 5800 + 400.