I'm building Gundams in America

Chapter 93 My Friend, Is There Anything I Can Do to Help You? (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Cannibals.

Since Epstein's more than 300 million documents were released, Wayne has become accustomed to the existence of cannibals in America.

This is a country where ordinary people are guilty of murder, but the powerful and wealthy can eat people without consequence.

This is a country where the lower classes cannot watch child pornography, but the upper classes can violate children.

However, upon hearing Helena's description and learning that the cannibal was nearby, Wayne narrowed his eyes.

This is a brand new side quest.

Moreover, according to the system, the rewards will be extremely generous.

interesting.

Given the animosity between him and the Jose gang, once the gang leader was released from prison, it would definitely be a fight to the death.

Now that we have this mission, we can take the initiative.

"I was so scared I almost fainted. I could only pretend to be calm, go back to my room, and try to escape."

Helena continued.

"I didn't expect the ship's doctor to find that I had a fever and immediately order me to disembark—they took me back to that house, saying they would wait until my fever subsided before bringing me back to the ship—"

Helena's account left Wayne's followers visibly furious, their veins bulging and eyes blazing with rage.

Old Will sighed, tears streaming down his face: "God, these devils, they should go to hell!"

David stared in disbelief and exclaimed, "Damn it, man, I knew it, I knew it! These bastards really are eating people!"

Isabella was also trembling all over.

She understood that if it weren't for Wayne, she might have suffered the same fate.

It was served on the dining table.

Her father, José, remained silent, only gripping the knife in his hand tightly.

If he could, he really didn't want to share a name with the leader of Jose's gang.

This name, which should have been blessed by God, has now been corrupted by those demons.

Everyone turned their attention to Wayne, awaiting his decision.

Wayne looked directly into Helena's eyes, his gaze calm and steady, and said slowly, "I promise you, Helena, I will do everything in my power to save those girls and make those demons pay the price."

Upon receiving Wayne's affirmative reply, Helena covered her face with her hands and burst into tears of joy.

She could feel the man's imposing presence. Although she didn't know who he was, his promise reassured her.

"Thank you—sir, thank you—God bless you—" As she spoke, she could no longer hold on, closed her eyes, and fainted.

Isabella quickly steadied her, calling out anxiously, "Helena, Helena!"

Then she turned to Wayne helplessly: "Sir, this—"

Wayne shook his head and said, "It's okay, she's just too tired and needs to rest."

After all the mental trauma from the ship to today, Helena hasn't completely gone insane only because she met Wayne.

At this moment, she relaxed, and the mental exhaustion and the subconscious instinct to escape immediately made her fall asleep.

Having just unleashed his final skill, Wayne's mental energy was depleted, and he too was overcome with fatigue. He greeted everyone and then lay down to sleep.

When Wayne woke up the next morning, his mental energy had been fully restored.

Most of the followers in the underground alleys have already left to make a living.

Isabella was leading Helena among the resurrected corpses, telling her about Wayne's wonder and holiness, and occasionally slapping one of Noon's resurrected corpses.

The little dog, Wick, excitedly followed behind the two girls, wagging its tail and barking occasionally, making Helena and Isabella laugh heartily.

If they could forget everything they experienced in America, they might just be two teenage girls.

They should have been enjoying a carefree adolescence.

Upon seeing Wayne awake, Old Will and several other core members of the Saints Gang quickly gathered around and asked Wayne, "Sir, should we investigate the Jose Gang's trail?"

Wayne shook his head slightly and said, "Don't act rashly, wait for my summons."

The news that Jose's gang trafficked people and even ate people was an absolute secret. If Old Will and his men went to investigate without authorization, they would inevitably alert them.

Moreover, no matter what, old Will and Mike were still essentially just homeless people on the streets. Even with a few guns and a fearless madness, they were still no match for those ruthless gangs.

The real clue lies with the leader of Jose's gang in prison.

Wayne had never needed the strength of the police force so urgently.

He needs an inside man —

A blond, blue-eyed image flashed into his mind instantly.

If you do the math, it's about right.

A figure timidly approached Wayne.

It's Helena.

"Sir, Isabel has told me everything. Thank you for saving me— Waaah—"

As she spoke, Helena suddenly knelt down in front of Wayne, tears streaming down her face again, her whole body trembling.

He then crawled forward on his knees, came to Wayne, took Wayne's hand, and kissed the back of his hand.

Wayne allowed the other person to release their emotions without stopping them.

People trapped in a life-or-death situation and the fear of being eaten, without the support of family, must find a spiritual anchor, otherwise they will inevitably go insane and completely lose their minds.

Clearly, for Helena, Wayne was her spiritual anchor, the Other who saved her.

Wayne gently stroked Helena's head and said softly, "It's alright, you're safe now. You'll stay here with Isabella for the next few days."

"Isabella, take good care of her."

Isabella nodded quickly and solemnly, and helped Helena up.

Isabella's mental state is also quite unstable. Giving her something to do will prevent her from doing anything crazy again.

The advantage of fanatics is their unwavering faith, while the disadvantage is that this unwavering faith can sometimes lead to an excessively strong desire to fight.

After settling Helena in, Wayne left the underground alley and returned to the streets.

After what happened last night, although there were still quite a few people on the street today, the chaos of yesterday was completely gone.

It appeared well-organized.

A patrol of twenty or thirty Wayne followers roamed the neighborhood, maintaining order.

To Wayne's surprise, even though it was still early, there were already several people lined up outside his tent.

As usual, old Billy was maintaining order. When he saw Wayne arrive, he quickly straightened the somewhat chaotic formation.

Wayne nodded to old Billy and had just sat down in the tent when a dark-skinned, chubby Mexican man with a beard crawled in.

With a beaming smile and a respectful demeanor, he pulled out a roll of banknotes and placed it into the pile of voodoo bones in front of Wayne.

He was also carrying a basket in his hand.

Wayne said calmly, "Tell me how you feel."

Unexpectedly, the old Mexican man in front of him quickly smiled and waved his hand, saying, "Saint, I'm not here to ask you to exorcise evil spirits. My name is Sergio."

"You know, I have a restaurant on the corner of this street. I just want to invite you to try my tacos and chicken stew with Morley sauce."

As he spoke, he opened the basket beside him, took out a plate, placed Tucker and some steaming Mexican food on it, and handed it to Wayne with both hands, his face full of longing.

Wayne instantly understood what the other person meant.

They've come to pay protection money.

In American gangster parlance, it's called a "street tax."

The street clearing operation last night alone has already had an immediate effect, with businesses on the street coming to pay their respects.

Merchants crave order the most.

Even the order of gangs.

Anyone who says America lacks human touch is an outsider who hasn't even touched the most basic order.

Seeing Wayne remain calm and silent, Sergio anxiously pleaded, "Sir, please—"

Another long silence followed, which felt like an eternity to Sergio, and his arm holding the plate began to ache.

Just as he was almost suffocating in the silence, Wayne finally reached out and picked up a taco, taking a small bite: "Not bad, Sergio, my friend."

Upon hearing this, Sergio breathed a long sigh of relief, feeling as if a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

"Dear Mr. Wayne, it is my honor that you enjoy the food I have prepared."

Sergio placed his hand on his chest and spoke respectfully, then looked as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

Wayne said calmly, "Sergio, my friend, is there anything I can do to help you?"

Sergio took a deep breath, as if making a decision, and said cautiously, "Sir, you know, my shop is at the end of this street. These days, so many—so many friends have come to this street, some of them have even stayed right outside my restaurant. The customers—some of the customers are hesitant to go in—"

In the past few days, some migrant workers have set up tents outside the Duotashi store, even blocking the entrance.

In the past, if he were willing to bleed, he could have spent a large sum of money to hire the Blood Gang to drive away all the vagrants.

Sometimes you can look for those Latino gangs.

He has absolutely no idea what to do now.

L reports to the police, but unless it's a particularly serious accident or some officials are found, the police simply won't come.

Just then, a "woof" was heard, and the little dog Wick crawled into the tent, smelled the fragrance, jumped onto Dorway's arm, and went for the Taco Lado in his hand.

Wayne reached out and patted the puppy Wickshire's head, then slowly said to Sergio, "Go find Old Will by the door."

Upon hearing this, Sergio was overjoyed, and a bright smile, tinged with a hint of obsequiousness, instantly spread across his face. He said, "Oh, sir, thank you for your kindness, thank you so much, I'm about to cry—"

He stepped forward, grabbed Wayne's right hand, and kissed the back of Wayne's hand.

He then stood up, patted his chest, bowed to Wayne, and then turned and left the tent.

He knew that the old man standing at the door with his hands in his pockets was Old Will, a confidant of this saint.

"Make one."

As Wayne murmured, a figure stepped through the tent flap and entered.

This time, a haggard-looking, bespectacled Black man entered and immediately placed a scroll of paper money into the pile of Wayne's bones. He bowed respectfully and said, "Saint, my name is Garrett. I have come specifically to express my gratitude to you for bringing order to this street—"

"Just yesterday, the windows of my store were smashed, and a group of thugs even tried to break in and empty the store—"

"Just when I was at my most desperate, you came back—God, thank goodness you came back, otherwise I really wouldn't know what to do—"

He was sitting there, already crying.

Wayne patted Garrett's head and said, "Garrett, my friend, don't cry. You won't encounter this again."

Garrett was moved to tears and thanked Wayne Ren profusely before leaving Dor.

The next few people to come in were all shop owners on this street, or simply small vendors selling things from a stall.

Wayne's attitude had kept them on tenterhooks, but they were finally relieved.

This Saints Gang leader already had a great reputation, far better than other gangs.

Just as Wayne was wondering if any patients would come today, the tent flap was opened again.

A young woman with blond hair and blue eyes, exuding a slightly heroic air, helped an elderly woman with a blank expression walk in.

The two women look quite alike, both resembling Charlize Theron; they possess a beauty with a touch of aloofness, clearly mother and daughter.

Even if I did a lot of mental preparation and thought of many ways to phrase it before coming in.

But as she led her mother into the tent, all the words in Eileen's heart condensed into one sentence: "Mr. Wayne—please—"