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

Chapter 133 A Gangster Industry Summit Held in a Luxury Prison
All the young and powerful gangsters from the East Coast who had received Al Capone's invitation rushed to Chicago.

Although it was called an "engineer support conference," everyone knew that it was actually an industry summit that solidified Al Capone's position as the top dog in the American Mafia.

In terms of popularity, Al Capone is certainly not the most popular.

In terms of temper, this hot-tempered guy isn't exactly suited to be a leader.

But this guy really came up with a great support.

Didn't you see that Charlie Luciano, with his strong support, defeated the combined attack of the three old Dengs and the government?
These days, whoever provides the benefits is your mother. With this level of support, what's wrong with calling him "big brother"?

Charlie Luciano felt this especially deeply.

He knew better than anyone the extent of Al Capone's "support" in the demolition campaign, and he also felt more deeply the terrifying power behind it.

The personnel and blueprints from Chicago were easy to understand, but what he couldn't understand was the various combat supplies that had been brought in without anyone noticing.

He told Meyer Lansky, who had accompanied him to Chicago, “I used all my connections and kept a close watch on both conventional and unconventional shipping routes 24/7, but the weapons… seemed to just appear out of nowhere.”

Meyer Lansky adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and shared his findings: "It's not just weapons! Before Al Capone delivered the bootleggings, I sent my most trusted men to keep a close watch on the major warehouses in the area, and they didn't see any convoys coming in to restock."

"But one day, a warehouse was suddenly told it was full of wine... as if a ghost was transporting it for him!"

“This is something that ordinary smuggling could not have accomplished. There must be forces behind Capone that we do not know about.”

The two were silent for a moment.

Luciano recalled one of Alcapon's drunken ramblings: "He seemed to say something like, 'Those old guys are being ungrateful. I'm the chosen one, the chosen one prophesied by the god of darkness...'"

At the time, they thought it was just drunken talk or a charade.

Looking back now, it's terrifying.

Lansky frowned slightly: "You mean, that might not have been drunken talk? Capone really possesses some kind of...inhuman power? Or, he's supported by some kind of power we can't understand?"

Their eyes met, and they both saw the same deep apprehension and indescribable chill in each other's eyes.

The world they were once familiar with seemed to be shrouded in a mysterious hue.

They eagerly came to Chicago to attend the conference, hoping to catch a glimpse of the secrets of this "mysterious force."

……

None of the mob bosses expected that upon arriving in Chicago, they would be greeted not by a luxury hotel or mansion, but by a "luxury prison"!
"Welcome, friends from the East Coast!"

Al Capone's familiar booming voice rang out as he opened his arms, his face beaming with the owner's characteristic enthusiasm, "Welcome to our newest Chicago landmark—the Fox River Correctional Center!"

"A luxurious rehabilitation facility designed with the personal involvement of our old friend, Ethan, the King of Prison Break! It's not officially in use yet, and you are the first distinguished guests to experience it!"

—After expanding its business, the Chicago Fox River Correctional Company acquired a state prison and converted it into a regular "correctional facility"; at the same time, it bought a piece of land and spent a huge sum of money to build the most luxurious "correctional center" of the time.

The project was just completed this month, and Al Capone wanted to use it to hold an industry summit. No one refused this small request from the shareholders.

The bigwigs, however, were all secretly complaining after getting off the bus.

No matter how luxurious it is, it's still a prison!
Are the new generation of Mafia leaders across the United States being "imprisoned"?
This omen is by no means auspicious; it seems to foreshadow an ominous future.

Alcapon seemed to read everyone's mind, letting out a loud laugh and forcefully patting Luciano on the shoulder, who was closest to him:

"Hahaha! Look at your expressions! Do you think I, Capone, have gone mad and invited you all to a meeting in prison?"

"You're wrong! You think this is a prison? No! This is a top-notch sanatorium! Ordinary people can't even get in for recuperation."

As the tour progressed, the bigwigs had to admit that this "luxury correctional center" had indeed overturned all their previous understanding of prisons.

Within the high walls, about ten acres of natural woodland are preserved, with various flowers planted in the woods. There are walking and jogging paths and wooden benches, making the environment as tranquil as a carefully crafted urban paradise.

The residential area is even more astonishing.

The so-called "cells" were furnished like high-end hotel suites: private bathrooms, plush beds, solid wood furniture, and even small bookshelves and phonographs. The common areas were equipped with a full range of entertainment facilities, including pool tables and poker tables.

There are standard baseball fields, basketball courts and swimming pools outside.

The reason it's called a "sanatorium" is that there's also a well-equipped and seemingly professional physiotherapy hospital within the park, which is said to offer various rehabilitation and treatment services.

“To ‘recuperate’ here,” Al Capone said meaningfully to the group in a conference room decorated like a high-end club salon, “requires a rather hefty ‘membership fee’.”

"If any of you happen to need to take a long vacation in the future to avoid the limelight, our doors are always open to you."

These words made the expressions of the bigwigs present even more interesting.

What is this?
Are they preparing us for imprisonment in advance? They even thoughtfully provided five-star options?

Should we thank you for being so thoughtful?

A threat, and this is definitely a subtle one!

Returning to the main topic of the summit, Capone chose this location to hold the meeting, firstly, to introduce the soon-to-be-opened luxury private prison to the various mob bosses.

Al Capone was serious; for these crime bosses, whether they needed to go to jail themselves or had relatives or friends who needed to go to jail, transferring them here was an excellent option.

Secondly, it goes without saying that they really wanted to give everyone a warning.

This industry summit was mainly about dividing the spoils—no, I mean further defining each party's business scope and areas of operation, clarifying the division of labor and cooperation, and jointly exploring potentially more lucrative criminal areas in the future, as well as exchanging criminal experiences.

"Gentlemen," Capone said, his smile fading, "the American Mafia can never go back to the days of barbaric infighting. Every local Mafia should have absolute autonomy within its territory."

"But above the various Mafia organizations, a national Mafia alliance will be established. You will all be directors of this alliance, and no one on the board will enjoy any special privileges, including me."

“However, the alliance needs a strong coordination and safeguard mechanism. Therefore, I propose that we establish a ‘joint support company’.”

He explained that the company will not directly participate in specific business operations in various locations, but will instead, in accordance with the support provided to the New York Mafia, coordinate other families to provide resource assistance when a family encounters "external pressure."
Most importantly, the "company" is also responsible for removing those who seriously violate the jointly established rules and harm the interests of the entire alliance.

At this point, Al Capone smiled, but there was no smile in his eyes, and the two obvious scars on his face were chilling. "Those who don't follow the rules will find that their best destination is this luxurious prison!"

"If you're unlucky, you'll face the wrath of a senior 'engineer'!"

Of course, that must be an "engineer" who is very proficient in disassembling the human body!

"Of course, I believe that once we're united, no one will dare to arbitrarily harm everyone's interests..."

Before he could finish speaking, the conference room door was suddenly pushed open.

Al Capone's brother, Ralph Capone, walked in hurriedly, carrying a radio with a strange expression.

“Uh… Al, sorry to interrupt,” Ralph said somewhat awkwardly, “but there’s something on the radio that I think you might need to hear.”

Al Capone frowned, seemingly displeased with his brother's impetuousness, but still gestured for him to turn on the radio.

After a burst of jarring FM noise, I heard a sound coming from the radio.

"...Our investigation bureau has launched a covert operation to capture all the newly assembled mafia bosses in one fell swoop..."

All the new generation of Mafia bosses: ...

The news was shocking, and the way it was presented was utterly baffling.

Even Al Capone, who was immediately contradicted after saying "no one dares to harm everyone's interests," had a twitching at the corner of his mouth.

No, you call this operation, which is broadcast on the radio, a "secret operation"?
Are you guys here to be funny?

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(End of this chapter)