I'm building Gundams in America

Chapter 89 A Certain Magical Index (Seeking monthly votes)

"Snapped!"

The crisp sound of a slap echoed through the alley. The right cheek, already swollen from the slap, now swelled up on the left as well, making it appear perfectly symmetrical.

Thor covered his face, looked up at Wayne, a flash of anger in his eyes, and instinctively tried to get up to argue, but his mother kicked him in the back of the knee, making him kneel down heavily.

He could only cover his face and say to Wayne, "Godfather, I—I don't understand—"

Wayne said calmly, "This slap is for your father. He was a glorious warrior. And you, my child, you have disappointed him."

Wayne then looked up at a group of Bloods gang members and said slowly, "100 years ago, your ancestors had already built the most prosperous black community on this land, and this country bombed it."

"Sixty years ago, your fathers formed their own political parties, built their own schools, hospitals, and armies, fought against systemic poverty, provided the first free breakfasts, and fought for the future of their children. This country killed them."

The group of black gang members were all somewhat taken aback. They had thought Wayne would spout some nonsense about God's calling and doing good deeds, but they didn't expect Wayne to say these things.

A young Black man asked, somewhat astonished, "Sir, is all of this true? Why have I never known about it?"

Another companion immediately said to him, "Hey man, this is our history, this is the Black Panther Party, I saw it on my phone, he's talking about the Black Panther Party! The X-Men are based on the Black Panther Party's Xavier's School of the Dead—"

Another Black gang member frowned and said, "Damn, man, how come I've never heard anyone say that before?"

Wayne calmly stated, "Because spreading these things is illegal, America has smeared your fathers as a bunch of thugs, demonized them as mutants, and completely erased them, both physically and mentally."

"They draw their energy from the East, they liberate their souls from the little red book, but America absolutely forbids this. How can Black people think?"

"In their songs, they celebrated struggle and liberation, calling for real fighting and freedom."

"And you guys are singing shit? Money, cars, chains, shoes, bitches, and the pants under their asses!"

"What are you doing? Selling power-ups on the streets every day, bullying Asian-owned stores, comparing whose gold chain is thicker, whose car is better, whose woman has a bigger ass, and who knows more people in that damn prison!"

Upon hearing these words, all the Blood Gang members showed expressions of shame, and even Mike and David were lost in thought.

To them, the little book Wayne mentioned was practically a reference to the A Certain Magical Index.

Sila looked at Wayne with disbelief, but her eyes were also full of relief.

She felt as if she had returned to when she was a little girl, watching the leaders of the Black Panther Party talking eloquently.

With a single shout, a black tide can be unleashed.

Wayne continued, "When Bobby Hill, one of the leaders of the Black Panther Party, was on trial, the court refused his request to hire a defense attorney. Hill then spoke eloquently in his own defense, but the judge ordered the bailiffs to tie him to a chair and gag him with duct tape."

"Just like America is doing to you right now, except this time they're using enhancers and fucking Wakanda."

"There were also Fred Hampton and Mark Clark, whose homes were raided by FBI-directed Chicago police and massacred, and Bobby Hatton, who was shot 12 times by police after he raised his hands to surrender."

"You know what the FBI likes to do? Kill them and then smear them as drug dealers, pimps, violent criminals, just like they did to Saul's father. Nobody cares because this country has always been telling everyone that this is what black people are like."

Wayne then looked down at Thor and said slowly, "Thor, my son, I want you to remember how those leaders died, to remember how your father died, instead of playing house on this street every day with your little pistol, bringing shame upon your father."

"Oh God—" Silas sighed softly, covering her face and sobbing silently.

Thor's once arrogant demeanor was now replaced by guilt and grief, his slightly reddened eyes brimming with tears as he fell silent.

Wayne then patted Thor on the shoulder and said in a deep voice, "Thor, my son, I can be your godfather, but I hope you won't disappoint your father, and you won't disappoint me."

With that, he turned and walked out of the alley.

Mike and David quickly followed, both puffing out their chests, straightening their backs, their faces already showing a sense of reverence and pride.

It's so prestigious to be with my brother, damn it.

What Blood Gang?

It's just kids playing house.

Just as Wayne was about to walk out of the alley, Thor, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly looked up and shouted at Wayne, "Wayne—Godfather!"

Wayne stopped in his tracks.

Thor took a deep breath and said hesitantly, "Can I—can I come to you often and receive your instruction?"

At this moment, he truly admired Wayne as his godfather and understood why his mother had wanted him to recognize Wayne as his godfather.

Wayne's words made him feel as if his skull had been opened, and his soul seemed to be instantly elevated to a height he had never reached before.

He felt a faint excitement in his heart, wanting to see everything around him clearly, but he also felt as if he were shrouded in a fog, only able to see vague outlines, unable to see anything clearly.

He needs a mentor.

However, thinking about his attitude just now and his previous disrespect towards Wayne, Thor felt uneasy again.

It's unclear whether Wayne will be able to accept his unruly godson.

Hearing her son's words, Silas, who was standing beside her, was also filled with anticipation.

In the United States, or rather in the entire Western Christian cultural society, there are mainly two types of godfathers.

One type is the religious godfather, who is invited by the child's parents after the child's birth and confirmed during the child's baptism in church. This is more common in Catholicism and Protestantism.

Another type is the secular godfather, which involves no religious or legal process, but rather an agreement between families where the parents verbally or in writing designate someone as their child's spiritual and life mentor. This type is more common among Protestants.

It's primarily a matter of honor for relatives and friends, similar to having a godfather at the University of Tokyo.

While Wayne has verbally agreed to be Thor's godfather, it's merely a verbal agreement. Whether their relationship can truly reach the level of godfatherhood depends on Thor's performance and Wayne's own wishes.

If possible, Sila would actually prefer to hold a ceremony or gathering so that her son Saul could publicly acknowledge Wayne as his godfather.

Even Thor's brothers were now looking forward to hearing more of Wayne's teachings.

They had never heard Wayne say those things before, and it felt as if they had glimpsed a part of the truth of the world. The world had unveiled a corner of its veil before them, leaving them itching with curiosity.

I just want to stay close to that man and listen to him talk more.

Amidst the expectant gazes of the crowd, Wayne turned to Thor and calmly said, "Of course, Thor, I need manpower right now."

A relieved smile appeared on Thor's face. He quickly got up, ran to Mike, and said, "Brother Mike, I'm sorry—I—I apologize for everything I just did—I was so angry that I almost made a terrible mistake—"

Mike smiled slightly and said, "Saul, ever since we saved that dog together when we were kids, I've known you wouldn't shoot."

He then extended his fist.

Thor quickly bumped fists with him, a look of shame on his face.

David chuckled and teased, "Little Thor, we're good brothers with the Wayne brothers. Now that you're their godson, you'll have to change how you address us. From now on, I'm your Uncle David. Don't worry, next weekend I'll definitely take you to the amusement park to ride that damn roller coaster, and I'll buy you a bucket of popcorn that's bigger than Kim Kardashian's ass!"

Thor's gaze at David was practically spitting fire, but with Wayne right in front of him, he had no choice but to swallow his anger, which only made David burst into laughter.

Wayne smiled and waved, then turned and strode out of the alley with Mike and David.

As soon as they stepped out of the alley, they saw Old Will, Old Billy, White, and a group of others, all with their hands in their pockets or carrying machetes and clubs, running towards them.

Seeing Wayne emerge, the crowd immediately swarmed around him. Old Will shouted, "Sir, where are those bastards? I'm going to tear them to pieces right now!"

Wayne briefly explained the situation to him before getting into Sila's car and leaving the tent.

Old Will and the others hurriedly ran behind.

Fortunately, it was only a few streets away, and they made it there despite their hurried pace.

Seeing that Wayne was safe and sound, they were finally relieved.

When he saw that Old Will and his group of twenty or thirty people had suddenly arrived, and most of them were obviously carrying guns, Saul felt a chill of fear.

I didn't expect that Godfather Wayne's men also had so many guns.

If Wayne hadn't come to reason with him, but instead had brought his men to fight, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Having spent so many years on the streets, he could tell at a glance that Wayne's men were truly capable of killing, and their eyes clearly showed that they had been through murder.

They were nowhere near as good as the people under his command.

"Don't worry, brothers, with the saint here, no one will dare to cause trouble," David explained with a smile. "Brother Wayne just took in a godson."

I briefly recounted what had just happened.

Everyone nodded in unison, their expressions taking it all for granted.

White gave Thor a meaningful look, as if to say, "You've gotten a great deal, kid."

I was even slightly envious.

For these fanatical believers, even if Wayne declared himself Christ on the spot, they would still believe him without a doubt.

To be the godson of a saint is an incredible blessing. Or perhaps, he simply has a wonderful mother.

For Saul himself, even if his ancestors picked all the cotton in America for eight generations, they might not have accumulated this much virtue.

As they spoke, the group arrived at the 18-year-old Toyota parked by the roadside.

David opened the car door and trunk, revealing a mix of laughter and tears, and said, "Bro, I don't know whether to be happy or sad, but anyway—we're rich."

The trunk and seats were full of people.

Your title, Royal Rebel, has been increased (6% + 1%).

[Experience points +2]