I'm building Gundams in America

Chapter 408 Cardinal White (Seeking monthly votes)

Looking at the message from his former agent Aaron on his phone, Wayne couldn't help but smile slightly.

He still wanted to make the movie. Besides wanting to obtain the remains of the spirit of Riel, he also had another reason for coming to Los Angeles: to expand his influence by making movies through Hollywood connections.

Of course, before that, one must first have enough power in Los Angeles to be of one's own use.

For example, unifying all the gangs in the poorest neighborhood and becoming the true godfather of Los Angeles.

After that, he would still go to see his former agent to settle some old scores.

In many parts of the United States, grassroots governance is naturally lacking, and power dislikes vacuums, so these areas are often quickly filled by gangs and churches.

This is especially true in the lower classes of Los Angeles.

Seeing that Wayne's expression was a bit off, Nick, the Blood Gang leader beside him, quickly asked, "Godfather Wayne, is there anything we can do for you?"

Having witnessed Wayne's formidable blessing power and combat prowess, he was now completely convinced of Wayne's divine authority.

At the same time, I felt grateful to Saul for his introduction.

This is what a thick, strong thigh they've introduced him to!

Wayne smiled slightly, put away his phone, and said, "Not for now, Nick."

Just then, a familiar figure strode over, stood in front of Wayne, and respectfully bowed, saying, "Sir, I've arrived."

The newcomer was slightly thin, with a tall frame, but his eyes were extremely resolute.

He was wearing a gray robe and looked somewhat like Wayne, like a modern ascetic.

It was White.

At this moment, White's eyes were filled with excitement.

After receiving the news from Wayne, he immediately traveled from Seattle to Los Angeles.

The excitement in his heart was indescribable.

The saint traveled alone from Seattle to Los Angeles, and only allowed himself to accompany him.

What an honor!

Fortunately, he had been following Wayne for a long time, and his mindset was already beyond that of ordinary people. He considered himself a follower of the Messiah incarnate, so he naturally wouldn't lose his composure due to excitement.

Looking at White, Wayne smiled slightly and said, "White, we have many new friends. You will guide them and be their mentor."

As he spoke, he looked at some homeless people around him who were still waiting for blessings, and beckoned them, saying, "Come here."

After the standoff between the Blood Gang and the Tumor Gang, most of the homeless people had already fled.

Apart from the dozen or so people who had received Wayne's blessing, only five remained.

Wayne casually blessed the five men, and amidst their shocked gazes, introduced them to Parker and the other local homeless people: "My friends, this is White, from Seattle. He'll tell you what to do."

With that, he gestured to Nick, and the group immediately led Wayne toward the bloody gym in the poor street.

Seeing Wayne and the others walk away, White immediately clapped his hands, a compassionate smile on his face, and said, "Friends, brothers and sisters, I think you have been captivated by the saint's holy mercy and want to follow him—"

Parker, Vanessa, and the others nodded subconsciously.

White smiled and said, "In that case, I think we should tell the story of the Kingdom of God Church, the doctrine upheld by the saints, and the future of this country—"

As he spoke, he sat down cross-legged on the ground.

Parker, Vanessa, and the others exchanged glances, all feeling that the tall, thin man before them exuded an aura of compassion, as if he were a sacred preacher who had stepped out of an ancient oil painting.

How could this person be so humble and gentle, just like that saint's disciple?

The crowd spontaneously sat down around White.

As these people took their seats, many homeless people who had been hiding in the corners of the street, like frightened little animals in a dark corner, quietly approached the group, curious and wanting to hear what they had to say.

Inside the RV, the lecturer felt a chill run down his spine as he watched the ever-growing number of homeless people outside.

That's fucking weird. He thinks he's seen this kind of scene before on the legal news at Dongda University when he was a kid.

Seeing that Wayne had already walked far away, the lecturer quickly grabbed his phone and chased after him: "Wayne, brothers, God bless you, wait for me—"

The more bizarre it is, the more it demonstrates the terrifying influence the other party has on the streets of America.

You must cling to their thighs!

Not all of the fifty blocks of Poor Street are dilapidated; many shops are still open.

Many people at the bottom of society still need to make a living here.

Meanwhile, along the way, there were also many food stalls distributing food.

These stalls sell near-expiry food from charitable organizations, as well as a significant amount of food distributed free of charge by organizations and individuals driven by religious beliefs.

There are some freshly made tacos, pies, salads, and the like that are available for the homeless people in line.

There are also clean second-hand clothes available for selection and pickup as needed.

There are even some stalls that can provide the most basic medical services, although they are not available every day, you can come here every now and then.

Distributing painkillers, masks, and disinfectants to the homeless, or directly providing clean, disposable syringes to drug addicts to help them avoid various infectious diseases, including AIDS, caused by sharing needles.

Wayne walked along and saw many similar stalls.

The existence of these stalls ensures that the homeless in the poor streets will not starve or freeze to death; there is no such thing as dying from hunger here.

There are also official homeless shelters where people can line up early every day to get a bed for the night.

However, all the stalls only open during working hours, and there are long queues to get supplies. This includes the homeless shelter, where you have to queue up very early and it closes very early after you move in, so people who want to make a living from these supplies don't have time to work.

The only option is to continue living as a homeless person, like the lecturer.

As for drugs, syringes, and the like, these can only be obtained here, which is a fatal temptation for many addicts.

These facilities and systems, whether intentional or unintentional, ensure that the homeless are locked in the poorest areas and find it very difficult to leave.

This turned the entire poor neighborhood into a giant urban dumping ground, attracting a large number of homeless people and ensuring the "cleanliness" of other parts of Los Angeles, especially the wealthy neighborhoods.

At this moment, the lecturer approached Wayne in the crowd and, while walking forward, introduced Wayne to the situation of the streets in Poor Street.

He knows these places very well; they're practically his second home.

"I had an apartment upstairs here last year. It was during the election, you know, and the Democrats set up an apartment for homeless people and provided free English classes. That's where my English improved by leaps and bounds."

"I was allocated an apartment there too, of course, the old lady had already paid for it," the lecturer said, pointing to an apartment building by the roadside. "Back then, many people were mobilized to vote for the Democrats, but after the election, the Democrats lost, and the current president kicked us out as soon as he took office. There's less food on the streets now. If you ask me, the days before the election were the most comfortable. The chicken, potato, and rice at the shelter was delicious—"

Wayne nodded slightly.

Compared to Seattle, Los Angeles is a much larger city. Although both are blue states and blue cities, the situation in Los Angeles is significantly more complex than in Seattle.

This is why the role of street gangs is more direct and obvious here.

As they spoke, a dilapidated building resembling a large supermarket appeared before them.

Or rather, this used to be a large supermarket.

The walls of this building are covered with all sorts of graffiti, all of which are symbols of various gangs, and there are also many bullet holes.

The scene is filled with the devastation of war in Syria.

A broken neon sign lies across the entrance of the building:

Bloody Gym

Doug eagerly showed off to Wayne, saying, "Godfather Wayne, this is the gym on Poor Street. It has some basic fitness equipment and is a popular stronghold for various gangs."

"This used to be a large supermarket, but it was closed down due to frequent thefts and robberies. It was then taken over by two Mexican mafia brothers and converted into a gym, but now it's a public place."

The lecturer standing nearby, seemingly understanding but not quite, asked, "It's free now? What about the two brothers?"

Doug grinned and said, "Back in Mexico to pick up the goods, he got tied to a tire and burned to death by CJNG guys."

The lecturer couldn't help but shudder.

The Blood Gang members were the first to enter the gym, followed by the dozen or so members of the Tumor Gang, who filed in and entered the blood-soaked gym before them.

Once inside, you'll find it's about the size of a basketball court, bustling with people, and filled with all sorts of fitness equipment.

Although there were no partitions, the floor was covered with haphazard lines and spray-painted with various gang abbreviations and logos. The walls were also covered with all sorts of drawings, which were the territories that the various gangs had divided up by force.

In the center of the gym was a fighting ring surrounded by iron cages.

This is a simple octagonal cage.

Nick said to Wayne, "Godfather Wayne, our Bloods' territory is in the southeast corner, right next to the Cripples' territory."

"The arena in the middle is called the Trial Cage. According to the agreement between the various gangs on Poor Street, the Bloody Gym is a peaceful place. Once a conflict occurs, it must be resolved by fists in the Trial Cage."

"This is one of the reasons why everyone works out so hard —"

Wayne grinned.

Good place.

You have entered the Demon Realm Dungeon's Bottom Nest Arena. Tame the beasts here to receive rewards.

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