I was acting crazy in North America, and all the crazy people there took it seriously.

Chapter 112 The West is Struggling to Survive, the East is Seeking Death (Bonus Chapter for 1000 Monthly Tickets)

Logan's shipments of wine to the East Coast only went to the central warehouse.

That is, each major region, such as Brooklyn, New Jersey, Philadelphia, etc., generally has only one main warehouse.

Logan was only one person, and could only be responsible for filling the main warehouse; the subsequent distribution and sales had to be handled by the bootlegging alliance itself.

The main warehouse is not fixed, but if a full warehouse is discovered early on, the losses to the moonshine alliance will be enormous.

So when the Dengs finally figured out the location of the half-filled warehouse in the Brooklyn area, the real war broke out.

On the other hand, the Prohibition Bureau also identified one of the key figures behind their humiliation—the suspected Charlie Luciano gang of the "Atlantic Liberty."

They even discovered that both old and new gangs in New York were brewing a major battle.

But the Prohibition Bureau didn't have time to wait for the gangs to settle their scores.

No matter what, gangsters are all bad, and none of them are teetotalers. They are all targets that the Prohibition Bureau should crack down on!

This time, the Prohibition Bureau was determined to redeem itself.

They sent their most experienced leader, William, to lead the team!
—After his humiliating three-game losing streak in Chicago, William was determined to resign and apologize, but he was stopped by his former commissioner John Cramer, who had already resigned and apologized. Cramer said that the Prohibition Bureau still needed William's experience in fighting gangs.

The newly appointed Commissioner Robert also tried hard to retain him, putting him in charge of building a standing armed law enforcement force!
Yes, only two years after the Prohibition Act was introduced, the situation has become so serious that the Prohibition Bureau needs to maintain a standing armed enforcement team!

William's squad is now equipped with the same Thompson submachine guns as the gangsters, and even more remarkably, each member is wearing German "Lobster Armor" bulletproof armor captured during the European war!
This armor is made of nickel-silicon alloy and consists of three parts: a breastplate, shoulder armor, and abdominal armor. The breastplate is curved to conform to the shape of the body and has an outward bend at the top to protect the throat. The shoulder armor is also curved and riveted to the breastplate.

When worn, soldiers look like lobsters, hence the British and American armies figuratively call it "lobster armor".

The U.S. military captured a lot of "Lobster Armor" after the war, but did not equip the troops. William thought it would be great to use it to equip law enforcement teams, so the application was approved smoothly.

Although these armors are bulky, tests have shown that they can withstand pistol bullets and even submachine gun bullets at medium range.

After putting them on, the law enforcement officers felt an unprecedented sense of security and courage.

The team marched with high morale toward Brooklyn’s main bootlegging warehouse, where, according to intelligence, a major shootout was taking place between what appeared to be the “Atlantic Liberty” gang and a long-established New York mob.

Upon arriving at the battlefield, it turned out to be a rather large-scale gang "war".

Both sides committed over a hundred men. Burning barricades illuminated the night sky, and the bursts of Thompson submachine gun fire replaced the shouts.

William cautiously observed the situation. For a while, he could only hear the sound of submachine guns, but no heavy firepower or even explosions.

He breathed a sigh of relief, thinking: After all, not all gangs are Chicago gangs!
Moreover, this is New York, the heart of America. If even the gangs here had the same heavy firepower as the Chicago gangs, he wouldn't know what kind of expression he would have!

—Although, to the rest of the world, it was already absurd for gangsters to carry Thompson submachine guns.

After the Chicago mob's rise to power, the Thompson submachine gun became standard issue for gangs across the United States, and even the Prohibition Bureau considered it normal.

After observing cautiously for a while, William decided to flank the "Liberty Atlantic" from behind—to first take down the murderers who had killed the most of his comrades. The team silently circled around to the back of the warehouse, and William raised his hand, ready to give the order to attack.

At that very moment, a familiar yet terrifying roar suddenly rang out from the other side: the distinctive continuous firing sound of a Browning M1917 heavy machine gun!
The heavy machine guns weren't firing at them, but rather sweeping across the gang forces that were launching a frontal assault, but William was completely disoriented.

Painful memories of Chicago flooded back—those intense firefights with the Chicago mob, the heavy firepower that was always suppressed by the Chicago mob, the helplessness and absurdity of never knowing what outrageous heavy weapons the other side could pull out...

William's tears were flying!

Man! This is New York!
Could your gang be any more outrageous?

"Retreat!" His attack order was cut short by a scream of retreat. "They might have artillery! Get out of this damned place!"

However, at this moment, the "Iron Lobsters" wearing iron armor appeared particularly clumsy.

Steel armor is a symbol of confidence when attacking, but becomes a burden when fleeing.

The team members had to stagger backward, their backsides sticking out, like a group of startled mechanical crabs.

More than one team member tripped over their own armor in the chaos, screaming, "Help me open this damn metal can!"

This embarrassing scene was captured on film by a reporter from The Sun who was hiding in the shadows.

……

The disaster has passed, and the emotion for the small animals has faded, but the sudden appearance of heavy gunpower from New York gangs can no longer be ignored!

But ahead of all other media outlets, it was still The Sun... and its subsidiary Voice of Liberty that beat them to the punch.

The topic of that night's "fireside chat" was not just the gang warfare in New York!
"...On the same land, under the same sky, the Midwest is actively fighting for survival and saving every life; while the East is fighting and taking lives for something called alcohol!"

"Which sent more people to meet their maker: a fire tornado or a prohibition? That is a serious question. Thinking about this, I couldn't help but fall into deep thought: In this country that should be full of love, hope, and freedom, how many oppressive policies are more terrible than a fire tornado?"

"Armed gangs, law enforcement agencies that only know how to run away with their backsides sticking out, and people being harmed by ubiquitous oppression... Whenever I think of this, my heart bleeds and my eyes fill with hot tears. I express my deepest sympathy and sincere blessings to the people of the East Coast who are living in dire straits!"

The following day, The Sun published exclusive photos of the heavy-fire gang fight in New York the previous night, as well as snapshots of the Prohibition Bureau enforcement team fleeing in disarray.

The most classic image is: an agent lying on the ground like a lobster, sticking out his buttocks to remove his "lobster shell," his face illuminated by the firelight filled with terror, and in the background, the bright lines of fire from a heavy machine gun can be seen.

The whole of America was in uproar!

His peers were completely captivated!

How many informants does The Sun have across the United States? How do they always manage to shift from one hot topic to another?
Arms dealer Walter McKenne, who had just made a fortune and was about to go on vacation, suddenly felt a chill run down his spine!
No no no no!

There should be some trust between people!
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(End of this chapter)