I'm building Gundams in America

For inmates in correctional centers, the shower time every two days is a rare moment of comfort.

Although it was only a short ten minutes.

For many people, this place not only relieves physical fatigue and unpleasant odors, but also serves as a place to release stress.

Especially those prisoners who possess enough power to occupy a high ecological niche in prison.

They can have their way with those "good boys" they like.

After all, applying soap makes it slippery and much smoother than usual.

Wayne took his toiletries and towel to the changing room, calmly took off his orange prison uniform, revealing his model-like physique, and went into the bathroom.

This scene made the three Latino prisoners in his group envious.

My mouth is watering.

They had only noticed Wayne's handsome face and fair, delicate skin, but they hadn't expected him to have such a great physique as well.

This is truly a treasure!

And judging from the looks of it, Ted didn't really break him last night.

It's still playable.

The three of them placed a bet last night that Wayne could survive the night.

This morning they found out they had made the right bet; they each won twenty dollars. Instead of asking prison guard Bob for the twenty dollars back, they directly bribed him.

He was given the opportunity to bathe with this beautiful woman.

"Damn it, hurry up and go in, I can't wait any longer..."

The leader, a bald man with letters and devil tattoos on his face and the Virgin Mary tattooed on his head, stuck out his tongue and licked his lips before impatiently taking off his clothes.

They only have ten minutes in total, and even if they can extend it by a few minutes, the actual time they are happy is not long.

The other two Latino prisoners, one with a ponytail and the other with a buzz cut, also couldn't wait to take off their clothes and rush into the bathroom to take a shower.

Seeing Wayne, with his fair skin and delicate flesh, taking a bath with soap, the three of them all revealed greedy smiles.

It seems Ted did a good job teaching Wayne a lesson last night; the guy even knew to wash himself clean and apply soap. He should thank Ted later.

That black guy's training skills have been pretty good lately.

Wayne stood under the showerhead, feeling the warm water rinsing off the soap suds, and felt a wave of refreshment wash over him. The thought of what was about to happen made him feel even more invigorated.

He turned to look at the three Latino gang members who were eyeing him menacingly, smiled slightly, tossed the soap on the ground, and said, "Who's going to pick this up for me?"

The three of them were taken aback.

What's going on?

Shouldn't they have been the ones to drop the soap and let the other person pick it up?

This kid's actually taking over?

The tattooed bald man grinned, threw the soap he was holding on the ground, and said:

"You fucking son of a bitch, pick up the soap. Ted should have taught you that, right? You should understand that obedience is the best choice, otherwise, we don't mind taking action..."

As they spoke, the three of them walked toward Wayne and surrounded him.

The tattooed bald man twisted his neck, stuck out his tongue, licked his lips, and said:

"Kneel down, pick up the soap, and then use your mouth..."

"I don't like the feeling of teeth. You'd better watch out, or I'll knock all your teeth out."

Wayne smiled and said:

"Alejandro, good idea."

The tattooed bald man was taken aback and said:

How did you know about me...?

Before he could finish speaking, Wayne made a lightning-fast move, extending two fingers and quickly reversing the [Purification Light] on the foreheads of the three Latino gang members!

The three Latino gang members were startled when they felt the touch on their foreheads.

The tattooed bald man grinned, revealing a set of rotten, yellowish-brown teeth, and said:

"My little beauty, is this one of your flirting techniques? It really is... um..."

The next instant, he felt a violent weakness surge from every bone and cell in his body, just like when he was experiencing withdrawal symptoms.

And it's dozens of times stronger than that!

How could I have gotten carried away at such a crucial moment... Am I going to let those other two bastards have their way...?

The tattooed bald man suddenly knelt on the ground, only to find that his two accomplices fell to the ground even faster than him, unable to even stay on their knees.

It was curled up on the ground like a worm, trembling incessantly, with saliva dribbling from the corners of its mouth.

"Give it to me...give it to me now..."

"God... I... I can't take it anymore... I need the enhancement agent..."

"What exactly happened... It's like... it's like a swarm of ants crawling in my veins..."

The tattooed bald man was still trying to hold on, but he felt that all his muscles were powerless, and his whole body was leaning backward, presenting a strange fentanyl fold.

His mind was still clear, but his eyes were filled with shock and fear.

"So...you're the one behind this...?"

He strained to look up at Wayne standing in front of him; from this angle, he looked particularly terrifying.

The other person's originally gentle face now appeared extremely sinister, as if he were a demon who had walked out of hell.

Wayne casually tied a towel around his waist, shook his head slightly, and looked at the three naked gang members lying on the ground in front of him with some disappointment, saying:

"Aside from your rather nice tattoos, you guys really disappoint me. It seems that in addition to the 'haca' (a type of herb), you've also taken a lot of sinful enhancement drugs..."

In this respect, he's not as well-behaved as Ted.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. The mainstay of Latin American gangs is basically selling performance-enhancing drugs. If you're in that line of work for a long time, you'll almost always get addicted. Not to mention that many of them are already supporting their own addiction through drug trafficking.

Therefore, Wayne's Bronze Lord ability, "Purifying Light," has a greater advantage when facing the Latin American gang.

This skill would be practically useless at Tokyo University.

But on the hot land of America, it was simply a divine skill bestowed from heaven.

"What...what do you want to do? Give it to me...give it to me now..." The tattooed bald man felt as if ants were constantly crawling and gnawing at his blood vessels and nerves, and he was on the verge of collapse.

Even in prison, if he gets the craving, he can still go to the toilet, the laundry room, or even his cell and get an injection of the stimulant immediately.

Where have you ever suffered such injustice?

Wayne sighed:

"Alejandro, lucky child, you have no gratitude for life, only know how to take, which is wrong..." "I also know a family named Alejandro, whose fate is very different from yours..."

"But luckily you met me. You begged, and I gave. I remember you just said you didn't like the feeling of your teeth, didn't you?" Wayne said, reaching out to grab Alejandro by the neck and dragging him to a step nearby.

The tattooed bald man, Alejandro, was astonished to discover that his opponent's strength was astonishing, far exceeding his previous expectations.

Before he could react, Wayne pried his mouth open and made him bite down on a metal pipe on the ground.

Alejandro himself was quite large, and he didn't forget to train even in prison.

Under the intense withdrawal symptoms, the person was completely unable to exert any strength.

The moment he bit into the steel pipe, he understood what the other person was going to do, and a look of terror appeared on his face as he pleaded:

"No……"

But the man's face remained calm, as if he hadn't heard his pleas at all, and he simply lifted his foot.

"Bang!" With a dull thud of metal striking metal, Wayne kicked Alejandro hard in the back of the head.

The immense force caused Alejandro's teeth to collide with the steel pipe, breaking at least a dozen teeth on the spot. Blood gushed from his mouth, and the intense pain caused him to curl up all over, covering his mouth so he couldn't even scream.

Then, to the horror of the other two, Wayne dragged them to the metal pipe, pried open their mouths, and forced them to bite the pipe. He lifted their legs.

kick.

Amidst their agonizing screams, both men had over a dozen teeth knocked out, their mouths filled with blood that flowed into the sewer along with the bathwater on the ground.

Wayne kicked up a splash of water, and a pool of blood on the ground was swept into the sewer and disappeared without a trace.

"Help! Someone... someone save me..."

"God...no...please...sob...please..."

"Ugh... Someone come quick... Stop him..."

The three gang members were in excruciating pain and nearly fainted on the spot, screaming desperately.

However, their voices were drowned out by the sound of the four showerheads.

Moreover, unspeakable things often happen in bathrooms, and cries for help are frequent, but those cries are usually directed at the perpetrators. Unless someone dies, no one ever cares.

In the adjacent bathroom, other groups were also showering. They vaguely heard the shouts coming from this side, and a rough voice cursed, "Alejandro, damn it, can't you guys be a little gentler? If you break that treasure, how are we supposed to play?" They mistakenly thought that the indistinct cries for help were coming from Wayne.

Amidst the despair in the three men's eyes, Wayne, his expression solemn, shook his head slightly and said:

"It looks like you need more."

As he spoke, he stepped forward and grabbed the arms of the three men one by one, bending their joints in reverse order amidst their terrified gazes and piercing screams. Then he bent their ankles.

During this time, Alejandro fainted briefly, but was then awakened by the suffocating sensation of hot bathwater being poured into his mouth and nose by a water pipe inserted into his mouth. "Gulp...please..." Alejandro pleaded, completely broken down.

He could say nothing but plead.

God... please save me...

Just when he thought he was about to suffocate, the water pipe in his mouth was pulled out, and the compassionate man in front of him restored his joints and placed his hand on his forehead.

Alejandro immediately felt a gentle force flowing through his limbs and bones, especially his gums and joints.

The bleeding gums stopped quickly, as if they had never been injured.

But those teeth could never grow back.

The other two were also resurrected by Wayne using the [Basic Witch Doctor] technique, and there were no visible signs of injury from the outside.

The gangster with the braid was trembling all over, as if he had thought of something terrifying. He stammered, "God...it was you? The voodoo medium who cursed Big Daddy Juan to death and cured Mr. Simon?!"

[You punished three two-headed ogre prisoners, experience points +3]

Your basic witch doctor skills have been improved (Specialization 93% + 3%).

[Experience points +3]