I'm building Gundams in America

For Wayne, if he gets into a face-to-face melee, the best skill isn't [MMA Mixed Martial Arts], but rather the Purifying Light, which is unique to the Bronze Lord.

According to official U.S. statistics, in 2024 alone, 7360 million people used illegal drugs, and more than 8 people died from overdoses that year (a 26.9% decrease from 2023).

This is already considered a good year; the current numbers are only going to get more unbelievable.

Of course, these are just official statistics, only counting American citizens; undocumented immigrants are not included. Besides illegal drug enhancers, a large number of Americans are addicted to painkillers, for which there are no official statistics. And among American prisoners, the rate of addiction to enhancers and various drugs is over 90%, with even the average person being a marijuana user.

After all, this stuff is cheaper than cigarettes and has already been grown on a large scale in the United States.

There were even instances of cannabis farms and the public scrambling for water during severe droughts.

Of the 51 states in the United States, only a few have completely illegal marijuana use, 24 states and 1 District of Columbia allow marijuana use freely, and 16 states classify marijuana use as a minor offense or decriminalize it.

As the Wall Street Journal noted, even high schools in the United States are losing ground in the fight against marijuana prohibition.

Looking at Ted, who was screaming in agony, Wayne calmly said:

"Ted, Ted, it seems you're still a good boy, maintaining the good habit of only eating grass and not taking any boosters. In America, you're already considered a model student."

"However, you have already fallen into the corruption of Slaanesh. This is not your fault, but because you have the root of Slaanesh in your body..." "Don't worry, I will help you exorcise the evil."

As he spoke, Wayne grabbed Ted's already bent arm and kicked him hard between the legs, leaving a trail of afterimages.

"Bang!"

A scream ten times more agonizing than before emanated from Ted's throat, its melody as soulful as a Black man's singing.

The scene before them stunned the other two people in the cell.

This black man, Ted, was a big guy with great strength due to his natural advantages. With just a little training, he was already someone that ordinary people couldn't contend with. The white guy who just arrived looked mild-mannered, but he actually overpowered him with sheer strength!

How did he manage to do that?

This was completely beyond their imagination.

The thin, black man said in a low voice:

"Brother, fighting in a cell is a serious violation, at least three days in solitary confinement... You injured him, so you might be locked up for more than ten days..." Wayne said with a smile to the thin black man.

"Thanks, bro, thank you for reminding me."

At this moment, Ted was crying and sneezing; the pain between his legs was far beyond his tolerance, and he even nearly fainted. Wayne said calmly:

"Ted, since you're a good boy, I'll treat you."

As he spoke, Wayne suddenly pulled Ted's arm straight, and the dislocated joint was put back in place.

[Basic Witch Doctor] activated!

A gentle energy flowed from Wayne's palm, passing through Ted's arm and into the wounds in his arm, shoulder, and between his legs. To Ted's disbelief, his joints, which had been throbbing with excruciating pain and almost completely broken, rapidly healed. In almost ten seconds, his pain had vanished without a trace.

It was as if nothing had happened.

At the same time, a series of hurried footsteps sounded, the cell door was opened, and Bob, a prison guard holding a baton and a stun gun, cursed, "Ted, you son of a bitch, I've already said..."

Bob was taken aback by the scene before him.

Wayne was sitting on a bed, while Ted was kneeling in front of him, trembling all over.

Bob's face showed disgust as he said:

"Ted, you fucking nigger, have your tastes changed?"

That's fucking disgusting.

Unexpectedly, Ted saw him as if he had seen a savior, and scrambled to the door, pleading with Bob:

"Officer Bob, let me out! He...he broke my arm! God, they're going to explode!"

Bob glanced at Ted's unharmed arm and his spotless groin, narrowed his eyes, grabbed him by the collar, and yelled, "Ted, what are you up to now? You better not cause any trouble, or you'll be in solitary confinement for ten days!" "You're saying this new guy hurt you? At least make your lie believable! Don't try to fool me, or I'll show you who's in charge here!"

As he spoke, he gave Anderson a look, and the two of them, ignoring Ted's pleas, left the cell and locked the door.

Although this Ted paid them a lot of tribute, he often caused some trouble.

The two suspected that the other party was clearly trying to trick them into giving them a chance to relax in the infirmary.

After all, you can lie down comfortably in the infirmary for a while, read magazines or even watch TV, and smoke a few cigarettes. Judging from Ted's appearance, he clearly wanted to smoke some grass.

However, in their eyes, Ted's actions were a bit too much.

They've already given the newest young heartthrob to Ted, so it's going too far for him to do this again.

The money he gave was only enough for the current services.

"Don't go! Officer Bob! Officer Anderson! Please..."

Ted raised his hands and pleaded desperately, trying to get the two police officers to take him away.

He was now weak and sore all over, drooling, and unable to even grab the other person or hold the door shut. He could only helplessly watch as the cell door slammed shut in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, that gentle voice came from behind him:

"Ted, you bad boy, that's wrong."

It's that guy with black hair and black eyes!

Ted shuddered, struggling to overcome the discomfort of withdrawal symptoms. He scrambled to his feet, clenched his fists, assumed a fighting stance, and, with a ferocious expression, said:

"You bastard! I was just having an adrenaline rush. Once I'm back to normal, you'll regret everything you did today!"

He now attributes everything to his sudden withdrawal symptoms.

If he weren't in such a bad state right now, he would have already beaten that white kid to a pulp.

The one who should be crying and begging is this new bastard!

He now felt his withdrawal symptoms had lessened considerably, and he was recovering. This bastard was definitely his defeated foe. As for why his broken arm and groin had healed so quickly, Ted dismissed it all as a hallucination. It's perfectly normal to hallucinate occasionally after drinking too much crap.

Now he has regained his confidence.

Wayne sighed, waved to him, and said:

"Come, bad boy, I will bless you."

Ted yelled and charged at Wayne, throwing a powerful punch at him.

His fist had only been halfway out when it was firmly caught by the other party's raised hand.

Immediately afterwards, an even stronger withdrawal reaction surged in, instantly making his whole body weak and causing him to kneel on the ground like a slug, right in front of the other person.

"Snapped!"

With a loud crack like a whip being lashed, Ted hadn't even had time to react before he was slapped across the left cheek, leaving a blood-red handprint.

He was completely stunned by the blow.

The man in front of him said calmly:

"God said, 'If you strike someone on the left cheek, also strike them on the right cheek.'"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the other person yanked his hand back and slapped Ted hard across the right cheek.

This time, Ted suddenly discovered that his jaw joint had also been dislocated, and he couldn't close it at all, nor could he speak; he could only make "hoarse" sounds.

Ted reached out to steady himself on the ground, but his arm was already gripped by the other man's steel-like hand.

In his terrified and helpless gaze, the man in front of him suddenly exerted force, and his right elbow was bent backward again.

Then came the left arm and shoulder.

The intense pain even temporarily helped Ted overcome his withdrawal symptoms. He suddenly sprang up, unable to lift his arms, which swung wildly at his sides like nunchucks.

He wanted to scream, but because his jaw joint had been dislocated, he couldn't make a sound.

Tears streamed down his face like a spring, along with his saliva and snot.

devil!

This man is a devil!

He ran desperately toward the door and rammed it, but he couldn't break it open.

Then I felt someone grab the back of my neck and I was pulled down hard to the ground.

Under his terrified gaze, the man turned him over, sat on his back, and said calmly in a gentle voice, "God said, 'If you break a man's hand, you will also break his legs.'"

Ted immediately felt the other person's arm grip his foot like a steel clamp.

Then a strong force suddenly came and his left ankle joint was also twisted and dislocated.

Then the right foot.

"Ouch...ouch...ouch..." The intense pain almost made Ted faint; he even wished the other person would kick him in the groin.

He tried to shout, but couldn't make a sound.

He looked pleadingly at his two roommates, only to be met with equally terrified stares.

At that moment, he suddenly felt a surge of hatred—hatred for those so-called human rights activists who, in the name of respecting prisoners' privacy, had removed all surveillance cameras from prison cells. God!!!

Someone, please save me!

As if it had heard his inner thoughts, that voice, which sounded terrifying to Ted at that moment, rang out again:

"Ted, good boy, don't cry, I'm here to save you."

[You punished a goblin prisoner, gaining +1 experience point]

Your basic witch doctor skill has been improved (90% + 1%).

[Experience Points +1]