I'm building Gundams in America

Chapter 465 Coast Guard (Seeking monthly votes)

Father—Don't get on the bus—Father—

Wayne—what are you doing here?!

Father, I want to go back to Moscow—will they put us in prison? Will they exile us to Siberia?

Why do Slavs fight amongst themselves? We are truly a bunch of barbaric fools!

I hate Russia —

I hate America —

I hate these beastly bastards, and I am a beast myself.

In Sofia's mind, countless thoughts and voices rose and fell, and all sorts of scenes changed.

The exploding, burning car; the buildings on Red Square; the Siberian snow; the scene of Wayne being beaten; the gang feud; the fighting and bombing on the Russian-Ukrainian battlefield; and so on and so forth—

Finally, all these images disappeared, turning into a bustling crowd on the street, with everyone saying something to her.

Amidst these chaotic images, Sofia suddenly opened her icy blue eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering, as she awoke from her dream.

Only then did she realize that she was lying in a tent on the street.

This is Wayne's tent.

A chaotic and noisy sound was coming from outside the tent.

In front of her was a figure dressed in a white robe, sitting on the ground; it was Wayne.

Before Wayne was a middle-aged Latina woman kneeling with a devout expression, her hands clasped in prayer and her lips constantly chanting something.

Sofia listened carefully and realized that what the other person was reciting was "May the saints bless you."

Wayne, speaking gently, asked the woman, "Belinda, tell me, what difficulties have you encountered?"

The woman reached up and smoothed her slightly graying hair, then quickly looked up at Wayne with a pious expression, her voice trembling as she said, "Oh, Saint, I—they said I could ask you for help—I don't know how to describe it to you, it's just—it's just that I have two children to raise, I work three jobs, and I only get four hours of sleep a day—"

"I'm in so much pain, every joint in my body hurts, so I've been taking painkillers—at first one, then two, then three—now I have to take half a bottle of painkillers every day—I don't know what's wrong with me, but I can't concentrate, I just have to keep going, otherwise I can't work—"

"I believe it must be an evil spirit interfering with me. Please help me exorcise it and grant me blessings so that I can regain my strength—I need work."

do----"

The woman's hands trembled incessantly as she spoke.

The trembling made it difficult for her to hold the plates in the restaurant kitchen or clean the hotel toilets.

She's about to lose her job.

Hearing what the other person said, Sofia couldn't help but feel pity.

She understood that the woman in front of her was addicted to painkillers and would almost certainly turn to fentanyl-type drugs next.

These drugs are extremely dangerous, but because they are cheap, they are known as "poor man's drugs."

Once you're tainted, it's a path of no return—

She didn't believe Wayne had the ability to help the other person overcome drug addiction; that was impossible.

Just then, she heard Wayne, who had his back to her, sigh and say, "Belinda, bow your head."

The woman immediately lowered her head, and then Wayne placed his hand on her head, saying in a deep voice, "A mother who works tirelessly for her child shouldn't be ruined by painkillers, Belinda. I will purify your soul. Wake up!"

With a low shout, Belinda gasped in surprise, raising her hand and exclaiming with delight, "Oh, saint! Oh, great messiah! My hand—my hand doesn't tremble anymore! I—I no longer feel dizzy—I no longer crave those medicines—those—"

Before she could finish speaking, tears were already streaming down her face.

The biggest difference between painkiller addiction and those who use enhancers from the beginning is that painkillers are not taken because of cravings, but because of the desire to stop feeling pain.

Once they stop taking the medication, they feel a tidal wave of pain that overwhelms their souls.

Now, Belinda can clearly feel that her painkiller addiction has been cured!

Wayne looked at the ecstatic Belinda and said with a sorrowful expression, "Belinda, I hope you only keep one job."

Belinda was taken aback and said, "Sir, I—but one job—is simply not enough to support me and my child—I have no choice but to—"

Wayne continued, "I'll offer you this job. You're very good at Mexican food. Come cook for the Kingdom Church in Poor Street. It'll be $8000 a month. Are you interested?"

Belinda was first taken aback, then burst into tears of joy, nodding frantically, "Yes, Mr. Saint, of course I'm willing!"

She worked three part-time jobs, which together brought her to just over 7000 yuan a month, and even then, she still had to compete for a living.

The cook job that Saint Wayne offered her was obviously not that hard.

She understood that this was the help Mr. Wayne was offering her.

As she spoke, she quickly grabbed Wayne's hand, kissed the silver ring passionately, and then left, thanking him profusely.

Lying behind Wayne, Sophia felt a surge of relief. For some reason, seeing Belinda's tears of joy made Sophia happy for her as well.

Just then, Wayne said in a deep voice, "Next."

The tent flap was lifted high, and this time, through the gap, Sofia immediately saw that a long queue had formed outside, stretching as far as the eye could see.

The street was bustling with activity.

The person who entered this time was a very capable-looking young man. He seemed a little flustered when he saw Wayne, and after sitting down in front of Wayne, he said somewhat uneasily, "Sir—"

Wayne said calmly, "Tell me, Matthew, why did you come to see me?"

Matthew quickly pointed to his shoulder and said, "Sir, my shoulder hurts a lot. I injured it during training a few days ago, and the doctor prescribed painkillers, but it's gotten even more painful lately. I don't know what happened—"

"I came to the city today to collect some food, and then I heard from them that you can exorcise evil spirits and bestow blessings, so I came to find you —"

I hope you won't mind —

Wayne sighed and said, "Coast Guard soldiers also need to come out for relief? Lieutenant Matthew?"

The man before him, Matthew, trembled and said, "You—you know? God—they say you're a prophet, is that true—"

He then gave a wry smile, shrugged, and said, "As you know, since February 14th, the two parties have failed to reach an agreement on funding for the Department of Homeland Security, and now the Department of Homeland Security is shut down again. Our Coast Guard is also under the Department of Homeland Security, and everyone has been working without pay for over a week now —"

"Taxes, water bills, electricity bills, rent, student loans, all sorts of bills, I can't even afford to eat anymore. I can go without food, but the children can't. So I have no choice but to come here to collect some relief —"

"However, the government hasn't completely abandoned us. They've introduced a government shutdown loan program, so we can borrow money to get by—"

Matthew's smile looked more like a grimace.

"This is America, Mr. Saint, isn't it?"

Your basic Witch Doctor skill has been improved: Master 42% + 0.1%

Experience Points: 80+1