I'm building Gundams in America

Chapter 103 Recognizing a Father (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

As a place that prides itself on being a melting pot of races, America has seen a melting pot of people, and the end result is that the entire society has been broken down into small groups.

It was infinitely subdivided into individual fortresses of races and ethnicities.

Perhaps only when all the ashes are mixed together in the crematorium furnace can it be considered a truly successful case of fusion.

In prison, these racial barriers become even more pronounced.

Black people form Black gangs, white people form white gangs, and Latinos are treated as mixed-race individuals and form their own Latino gangs.

Even though there is internal strife between the two major gangs within the Black community, namely the Tumor Gang and the Blood Gang, they often unite against external forces when it comes to issues involving different skin colors.

As for Asian prisoners, most of them are on fully automated confession machines, and their numbers are small, so they don't really pose a significant threat.

The white man with the small mustache looked at Wayne with an arrogant and confident expression.

In his view, no white person going to prison could refuse such an invitation.

This symbolizes safety.

Of course, security is never free.

So without waiting for Wayne's reply, he immediately continued, "In return, you need to meet some of Mr. Lyon's—demands."

"To be honest, you look quite a bit like Jack Sparrow, the main character in 'Golden Childhood.' Mr. Leon likes that TV series—"

Wayne looked toward the area where the white prisoners were gathered not far away. A red-necked white man with a square jaw and a neck as thick as his head was raising a glass of grape juice toward him with a greedy smile on his face.

This is clearly the so-called Mr. Lyon.

He extended an invitation to Wayne.

"Come with me now, and stop hanging out with these damn blacks and Mexican bastards. You're a noble white man, not an animal."

As he spoke, the two white prisoners stood up, looked at Wayne, and waited for him to leave together.

These words angered Orion, Ted, and Gabriel, but with Wayne right there, they dared not say anything.

Gabriel looked at Wayne with some concern, fearing that the saint might really leave and abandon them, the non-whites.

This would cause his newly rebuilt faith to collapse once again.

This fear even surpassed the fear of being violated by Ted again.

After finishing the last bite of his cereal, Wayne calmly looked up at the bearded white man in front of him and slowly said, "Dylan, Dylan, do you know that white people are an inferior race burdened with original sin?"

Upon hearing this, the two people in front of them were stunned, and even Gabriel and the others next to them could hardly believe their ears.

The man with the mustache and his companion exchanged a glance, both amused and annoyed. Turning to Wayne with hostile expressions, they said, "You fucking bastard, are you a left-wing bitch? One of those Black Lives Matter bastards? Or are you some kind of yellow-skinned monkey?"

"How do you know my name? Did that big oaf Ted tell you?"

Wayne continued calmly in a gentle voice, "Dylan, why did you become a racist? Is it because of your Native American heritage?"

"Your mother was an Indian, so you desperately wanted to prove that you were of pure white descent?"

Unfortunately, your father still won't love you.

These two sentences were like a devastating blow, leaving Dylan with a frozen expression. His face flushed visibly, and a flicker of panic crossed his eyes as he murmured, "You—how did you know—"

But then he suddenly realized what he had done, and instantly flew into a rage, roaring, "I'm going to kill you!"

As he spoke, he lunged at Wayne.

The blond-haired white prisoner next to him also lunged at Wayne.

Dylan was almost completely insane at this point. His most vulnerable and secretive feelings had been exposed by the other party's two words. He had to kill the other party to quell the resentment in his heart!

That arrogant bastard, that self-important leftist bitch, I'm going to tear his mouth apart!

At that moment, all the prisoners who were eating were attracted by Dylan's shout and turned to look.

Many people recognized Dylan instantly.

This is a mad dog of the white gang, the most racist bastard in normal times, and he's always at the forefront during gang conflicts.

Ruthless.

The two men were very close to Wayne, and they were attacking him from both sides, so many people subconsciously thought that Wayne was definitely doomed.

The next instant, to everyone's astonishment, Wayne suddenly raised his hands and grabbed Dylan and the blond-haired man's fists, one on each side.

The instant he grabbed the two men's fists, Dylan and the blond-haired man both let out a wail.

It felt as if countless cockroaches had crawled into their bodies, and the two immediately collapsed to the ground, rolling around and scratching themselves.

"Hoh—hoh—" Dylan cried, tears and snot streaming down his face, frantically scratching at the air in front of him, muttering, "Give it to me—give it to me now—"

The blond-haired guy was even worse, writhing on the ground like an earthworm.

Just by looking at him, you can tell how much pain he's in.

Throughout the entire ordeal, Wayne remained seated in his chair, without even swaying an inch.

His expression was calm, and he even picked up a Mexican breakfast wrap and ate it slowly.

This scene left everyone speechless.

What on earth happened?!

Seeing an opportunity, Ted and Gabriel quickly got up and rushed towards the two white men writhing on the ground, giving them a good beating.

Ted, in particular, was meek and subservient in front of Wayne, not daring to resist in the slightest.

At this moment, seizing an opportunity to show his loyalty, he almost instantly reverted to his former self, the prison bully who enjoyed bullying the weak.

He kicked Dylan hard in the head, cursing, "You son of a bitch, you fucking half-breed! I, Ted, will not allow you to disrespect Mr. Wayne!"

While unleashing a barrage of attacks, he secretly glanced at Wayne, who was eating breakfast.

The chaos immediately caught the attention of the white gang, and a group of white prisoners got up and ran towards Wayne, cursing him.

"Stop! Stop immediately!" Several prison guards on duty rushed forward and stopped the two groups of people.

Ted and Gabriel also stopped fighting at Wayne's behest.

Prison guard Bob yelled, "Ted! You son of a bitch, do you want to be put in solitary confinement?!"

He then looked at Wayne and said, "And you, newbie, you think you're so great? You think you can get away with anything here? You'll soon find out what a fucking American prison is like!"

Ted quickly stepped forward and stopped the prison guard Bob, saying, "Officer, Mr. Wayne did nothing. The responsibility lies entirely with me. If you're going to put someone in solitary confinement, then put me in it."

.

Please, please lock me up in solitary confinement and get me out of this cell, out of this devil's clutches.

Bob scoffed, squinting at Ted and saying, "Ted, you son of a bitch, did you think I wouldn't touch you?"

However, remembering the money Ted had given him earlier, Bob ultimately chose to respect the money and said sternly, "Get back here! Another time and you'll be locked up for a week!"

Several white gang prisoners nearby helped Dylan and the blond-haired man to their feet. A redneck protested, "Officer, they injured our brothers, why aren't they being punished?"

Bob shouted, "Shut up, Sam! I'm not blind! You started it!"

Several white prisoners, their faces contorted with anger, helped their two accomplices back to the table they had occupied.

"Hey Dylan, what the hell's wrong with you? Did that damn Wayne touch you until you came?"

A white gang thug grabbed Dylan by the collar and started cursing.

Dylan and his companion's performance was a disgrace to their white gang.

This will at least give the other gangs in prison something to laugh about for a few days.

Dylan trembled all over as if he had a seizure, and said in a trembling voice, "Mr. Leon, I—I just suddenly—suddenly got an urge—give it to me—give it to me now—"

The other blond guy was even worse off, almost huddled under the table.

"Trash!" The thug slammed Dylan's face hard onto the stainless steel table, causing blood to splatter from his nose.

Sam, one of the thugs, asked Leon, the white gang leader standing nearby, "Boss, should we cripple that kid named Wayne during our free time later?"

Leon, whose neck was as thick as his head, shook his head, his gaze toward Wayne growing even more intense.

"This Wayne is even better than I thought. To be honest, I was a fan of his when I was a kid —"

Lyon still remembers that summer of his adolescence when he wasted an entire vacation on a roll of toilet paper for Wayne.

"He might have some tricks up his sleeve, but he doesn't understand that prison is completely different from the outside world. Relying solely on himself without forming a group will only lead to a more miserable death."

"We don't need to educate him ourselves; those fucking black gangs will do it for us—"

"Once those black guys drive him to a mental breakdown, we'll extend an olive branch, and he'll naturally be grateful and become one of us—"

Lyon gazed at Wayne in the distance and spoke slowly.

The trusted subordinates standing nearby burst into laughter, their minds flashing through images of black men, white women, and sofas.

This Wayne will definitely be ruined by those black guys.

Just as he was laughing, he saw another group of more than a dozen black prisoners who had just finished showering striding into the dining area and heading straight in the direction Wayne was.

The leader was a black man in his twenties with a small braid, whose muscle definition was very striking.

It's obvious that they used technology and ruthless techniques.

Many prisoners in the United States do not stop exercising even after entering prison; the so-called prisoner fitness originated in American prisons.

Not to mention they can now get drugs like trenbolone even in prison.

Several prisoners from the white gang couldn't help but whistle.

Sam laughed and said to Leon, "Boss, you're absolutely right, the Blood Gang is already here causing trouble—"

The dozen or so men who came over were members of the Black Bloods gang in prison.

The one who was in charge was still a minor leader in the Blood Gang on the street.

In a way, Ted was also considered an outer member of the Blood Gang.

These guys are all ruthless bastards who live by the sword; they'll definitely make Wayne, that white guy, pay dearly for it.

Even the prison guards wouldn't easily provoke the Blood Gang.

This is, after all, an American gang, and it has considerable influence abroad.

Leon smirked and said, "After those black guys cripple him, you go and mediate to bring him over."

The appearance of the Blood Gang members instantly created a tense atmosphere in the entire dining area.

A nearby prison guard, Bob, shouted, "Hugo! Don't cause trouble! You know what the consequences will be!"

Ted was equally terrified and didn't know what to do.

The ordinary prisoners eating at the tables next to Wayne quickly left, not daring to linger for even a second longer.

Fights in prison happen almost every day, and this scene clearly indicates that a major battle is about to break out.

To everyone's surprise, Wayne, with his black hair and black eyes, was still sitting in his chair, slowly sipping his coffee, as if he hadn't seen the Blood Gang prisoners at all.

Just then, more than a dozen members of the Blood Gang arrived in front of him and surrounded him.

The next second, to everyone's astonishment, Hugo and the rest of the Blood Gang prisoners respectfully called out to Wayne in unison, "Godfather!"

You have punished two orc prisoners. Experience points +2

You rejected the invitation from the orc prisoner gang and are now in a hostile relationship.