Chapter 143 The Collapse of the US Army
Upon hearing Wayne's words, the fanatics present were enlightened, as if struck by a sudden realization.
Old Will murmured:
"The scriptures record that Jesus was born in Bethlehem, and that three wise men from the East saw a strange star and came to worship him... Could it be that even the Messiah came from the East?"
Isabella, standing to the side, said with a smile:
"No wonder everyone on TikTok is making their faces look Asian... Is this some kind of divine revelation?"
Many people suddenly realized this again.
Recently, there has been a trend on TikTok where Americans are learning to be like Asians. They had some doubts before, but now it seems that this is exactly what the saints said.
Wayne remained calm and said:
"This is the secret way, faith within faith, understanding within understanding. That's all for today, go and rest."
……
The next morning, a group of fanatical believers emerged from the underground alleyways, their faces beaming with the joy of having heard the truth.
The saints had been preaching to them in secret, and all of this delighted them.
And they also want to spread these teachings so that other lambs may feel the glory of the saints.
Of course, the details of the East's arrival are a closely guarded secret and should not be spoken of lightly.
Wayne and his dog Wick left the underground alley and returned to the street tent.
There are significantly more people on this street today than usual.
Upon learning of Wayne's return, many homeless people who had already heard of him came from all over the South Side of Seattle.
Not only can you eat meat here, but you can also receive blessings and exorcise evil spirits. It's practically a paradise.
According to the survival philosophy of these homeless people, if someone is always doing good deeds on the street, you'd better hurry up and take advantage of it.
Otherwise, this person might be targeted by someone lurking in the shadows.
In America, simply doing charity is not a good thing; it can easily lead to death.
Especially after hearing that Mr. Saint had just been released from prison, it confirmed many people's thoughts, prompting them to rush over, afraid of missing such a good opportunity.
On the street, the aroma wafted from several large pots once again.
This time, because I prepared in advance, I bought cheap frozen meat, so the amount of meat was much more plentiful than before.
Wayne had just settled down in the tent when he heard an urgent voice:
"Mr. Wayne, Mr. Wayne!"
Wayne said calmly:
"Come in."
The tent flap was lifted, and a man walked in—it was Rod, who had gone bankrupt because of the flood.
At this moment, Rhodes was no longer the person on the verge of collapse; instead, he appeared much more energetic.
He said to Wayne with great excitement:
"Mr. Wayne, as you instructed... I have brought my comrades..."
Wayne raised an eyebrow, a slight smile playing on his lips, and said:
"Very well, Rhodes, let them in."
Rod immediately brought in a man and a woman, a Black man and a white woman.
Their clothes were worn and tattered, making them look rather destitute.
When they saw Wayne, the two seemed a little reserved, with some hesitation and confusion in their eyes.
Rhodes immediately introduced:
"Sir, this is Jet, and this is Taylor. They were my comrades in the Marine Corps, and we retired in the same year."
The two immediately greeted Wayne:
"Mr. Wayne."
At the same time, they scrutinized the tent they were in.
Like Rod, their lives were far from satisfactory.
Taylor works as a cashier at a supermarket, and Jet does odd jobs; their lives can only be described as impoverished.
Unexpectedly, Rod suddenly approached them and said he had a high-paying job for them.
$5000 per month.
This would bring about a huge change to their lives immediately.
Taylor Turner, a female orc from Texas, is a former member of the Dark Court army, and was repeatedly... He was forced to retire after severely injuring his abusive superior officer during a resistance, leaving him with severe psychological trauma. He has been taking and becoming dependent on psychiatric medications for a long time. His parents died during a pandemic, and he now lives with his autistic sister.
[Jett Douglas, a male goblin from Florida, holds a Bachelor of Philosophy degree and is a former member of the Dark Court army. He was disciplined for refusing to fire on civilians and was later wounded by a stray bullet from Sergeant George during a battle. Due to the medic's intentional mistreatment, he became addicted to enhancement drugs and suffered from shrapnel in his body for a long time. He works odd jobs in South Seattle to make a living and tries to take care of his father who suffers from liver disease.]
Wayne said calmly:
"Hello, my friends."
Jett said:
"Sir, no offense intended, but you don't look like a wealthy medium..."
As he spoke, he looked at Rhodes beside him:
"Rhodes is a kind man, my good friend. I hope you won't deceive him..."
He was initially quite excited when he heard about the high-paying job that some voodoo mediums were recruiting assistants for.
He felt that his good brother Rod hadn't forgotten him.
When I actually arrived at the place, my heart sank immediately.
Judging from the dilapidated state of the other party's tent, he didn't look like a wealthy psychic.
Judging from the dilapidated state of the other party's tent, he didn't look like a wealthy psychic.
Not to mention that the outside is full of homeless people and those who are clearly from the lower class.
He knew that Rhodes had just lost everything, and this was the time when he needed hope the most, and also the time when he was most vulnerable to being manipulated.
He had seen a lot of things back in the Middle East.
Upon hearing Jett's words, Rhodes was greatly alarmed and quickly said to Wayne:
"Mr. Wayne, Jett is just... just bad at dealing with people. He absolutely did not mean any disrespect to you. Please don't be angry."
His friend couldn't make it in the army because he was too upright.
Even now that he's down on his luck, he still has this same bad habit.
Wayne looked calmly at Jett and said:
"Jett, my friend, I admire honest people. Your refusal to shoot civilians shows that you still have a conscience. It's just that in this country, a pure soul is envied by those demons..."
Upon hearing Wayne's words, Jett trembled and exclaimed in astonishment:
"How...how did you know...?"
Wayne continued calmly:
Why did Sergeant George shoot you?
Jett shuddered and instinctively defended himself:
"That was just a stray bullet; he was careless during the battle... How do you know that!?"
Wayne shook his head and continued:
"No, naive Jett, my friend, that wasn't a stray bullet, it was just an unsuccessful battlefield execution... Were they doing something illegal, like selling weapons to the Taliban? And you stumbled upon it all?"
Jet jolted again, as if suddenly transported back to his Middle Eastern days, and murmured:
"This...yes, yes...once, Sergeant George led a team out, they...they took four Oshkosh vehicles out, you know, those Joint Light Tactical Vehicles, but only two came back, saying they encountered a Taliban attack...I asked George why there were no signs of combat, and he gave me a good scolding..."
Wayne nodded and said slowly:
"That's why they made you kill civilians and sign a blood pact before they could accept you and let you join their gang. But you were too upright, so in the end they had no choice but to execute you on the battlefield."
Jet's eyes widened, and his previously defiant stance immediately hunched over as he said in a trembling voice:
"You mean...you mean..."
He had initially dismissed his injury in the army as simply bad luck, but after hearing Wayne's words, everything became clear.
Even if he doesn't want to admit it, he has to accept that this is the truth of everything!
His injury was an internal execution!
Wayne continued:
"Naive Jett, you should thank God you're alive... And that medic, why did he inject you with so many enhancers? Because addiction will make you lose your ability to think."
Upon hearing this, Jett felt as if he had been electrocuted. Many doubts in his memory suddenly connected, and he could no longer hold back. He broke down on the spot, kneeling on the ground and crying uncontrollably.
"Why...why did they do this to me...they're demons...they're demons!"