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

Chapter 139 Chicago lives up to the loyalty of its heroes.

Americans feel that life is getting better and better, with exciting gossip every day.

The Bureau of Investigation's "sneak attack" comedy hasn't ended yet, and Chicago's heroes are back with another big show.

What does it mean to rob fifteen banks in a week?
Some media outlets have seriously calculated that this means an average of 2.14 robberies need to be successfully carried out every day.

Oh no, it should be that each night, within half a day, requires successfully carrying out two robberies.

To put it simply, even if the bank vault doors were all open and ordinary people were allowed to move the money, it would be very difficult to empty it in such a short time.

(Ordinary citizen: Really? I don't believe it. You ask a bank to open its vault doors, and I'll go and take some money!)
Without a doubt, this "asset transfer" has essentially wiped out the small banks.

Reporters flocked to the affected towns like sharks smelling blood to dig deeper, and unsurprisingly discovered that all fifteen affected banks had declared bankruptcy!
This is just the beginning.

Small banks in the Midwest, or even across the United States, are starting to panic.

The panic wasn't just about the efficiency of the robbery meticulously planned by the "Chief" and the "Lucky Baron," but also about the long lines of anxious depositors waiting at the door.

—Although The Sun said that the hero did not intend to embezzle the property of ordinary people, who exactly is considered an "ordinary person," and how much can be returned?
Small banks are too easy to patronize; big banks are safer.

On the afternoon the news broke, residents of the small town lined up to withdraw their deposits, and several small banks in several states experienced a small run on their banks, almost declaring bankruptcy.

The "Director" and the "Lucky Baron" single-handedly increased the bank failure rate in the United States this year.

The media in the Midwestern states, which were the hardest hit, were naturally outraged, and their pages were filled with inflammatory rhetoric.

They again pointed the finger at the source of the information: "The Sun must be held accountable for its irresponsible reporting! It is a protector of criminals! We demand that the newspaper immediately provide law enforcement with all leads on the 'Chief's' gang! Otherwise, they are accomplices!"

Of course, in the end, he couldn't help but habitually mock the local law enforcement agencies, saying, "I guess our police department, just like us, only learned about this shocking case in the state from The Sun."

—It seems these media outlets were quite happy reprinting the list of heroes before, until "I really have a cow"!
However, everything changed after the "director" confirmed that "the time was approaching".

Banks big and small were practically celebrating, thinking, "Great! The big menace is going to die!"
Everyone go home, go home! Stop the bank run! Nobody's going to rob the bank anymore!

The Sun was busy verifying the "refund list" and hadn't had time to explain, but other newspapers smoothly changed their tone—

"We cannot forgive his sins, but we must admit that this was the most intense and brilliant burning of a hero who knew his days were numbered, in the final stage of his life."

"It was an immoral, yet incredibly brilliant and awe-inspiring way to end his life. Like a classical tragic hero, driven by fate, he performed a grand drama about existence and extinction through crime."

This argument, which romanticizes criminals as tragic artists, unexpectedly resonated with a large number of urban intellectuals and young readers.

Criticism still exists, but a peculiar sense of "remembrance" has begun to quietly emerge.

Even more astonishing are the "ten-year long-time fans" of these "bureau chiefs" who have sprung up all over the country like mushrooms after rain.

As if overnight, this "hero" who had only been active for a very short time became part of the American public memory.

Even in the victimized areas, there were "ten-year loyal fans" who wrote to the newspaper's reader column, saying, "Yes, the 'director' robbed our town's small bank, causing us inconvenience."

"But when I listened to the radio reports about his elusive appearances and read the newspaper articles about his feats that seemed to be playing tricks on the whole world, I suddenly felt that his legendary story illuminated my dull and mundane life."

May he rest in peace in heaven, and may God forgive his sins, and also forgive us, the readers drawn to his story.

—Hmm, these must be townspeople who don't have any savings in the bank.

But there are still many such "long-time fans," who, as long as they haven't been the ones to benefit from his generosity, consider "Chief" and his ilk to be a legendary figure who "robbed the rich." In Chicago, where he genuinely helped the poor, even more long-time fans of ten years have begun holding offline memorial events to express their deep condolences for "Chief."

This was the first hero to "go to see God"!

The Mafia and Irish gangs rallied together to hold a citywide memorial service to pray for a fallen hero.

At first, it was young men and women who gathered spontaneously, their expressions solemn, burning the list of heroes and heroines in the Sun newspaper;

Next, Tom, who "confirmed" that his partner was dying, paid out of his own pocket to light rows of white candles on the street.
More people joined hands and formed a circle, whispering prayers, not asking God to punish the criminals, but wishing "the chief a safe journey and his soul to rest in peace."

After the last operation, the "Chief" team treated the people of Chicago to drinks. Even ordinary citizens passing by these makeshift "altars" would be affected by the atmosphere, stop, make the sign of the cross, or whisper, "Farewell, Chief."

It was as if they were saying goodbye to a respected old neighbor in the community.

The legendary story of the "director" will become a beautiful "memory," becoming more and more concrete and moving as it is passed down by word of mouth.

Director, may you rest in peace!
This city, which gave birth to the list of heroes, mourned the "passing away" of a hero, proving its loyalty to him!
Many aspiring heroes, upon seeing this, exclaimed deeply, "If I ever have such a day, it would be worth dying for!"

But Hoover, walking the streets of Chicago amidst the "living funeral" he was holding for himself, could only remain deeply speechless!

He felt like he'd been tricked by the "sun"!
He could have just written that he was retiring from the martial arts world, but this guy insisted on playing his damn word games, writing it in such a tragic and ambiguous way that everyone thought he was going to meet God!

At this point, The Sun newspaper couldn't say much more. Let's just consider it a tribute to the title of "Director"!

But wouldn't you call this a curse?
Anyway, Hoover walking through the streets of Chicago was like walking in his own funeral procession while wearing a shroud, which was extremely eerie.

Damn it, how is he supposed to use his "bureau chief" status to impress heroes in the future?
A fake corpse?
Besides, how could he not know he has so many "ten-year veteran fans"? Isn't this the only time he's truly in the spotlight?

Is it really true that the heroes who died are the greatest heroes?

Just as Hoover was finding himself both amused and exasperated by the absurd "memorial scene" that was his own, a London accent, completely out of place with the somber atmosphere around him, drifted into his ears:

"What a breathtaking spectacle. Are Americans really sick, giving such a grand...honorable funeral to a despicable bank robber?"

"This is simply unimaginable in Britain."

Hoover turned around at the sound and recognized the speaker as a counselor from the British Consulate General in Chicago.

There's still no resolution to the case of the "chief" gang robbing a Canadian bank!
As for The Sun, haha, even British dogs would piss on it.

The man then mocked his attendants, “The Sun is insane! If a criminal is going to die, they should just announce his death directly. Why do they have to write it like this criminal isn’t going to hell, but is about to receive some sacred mission and set off for Washington to serve their president!”

"Haha, this is utterly ridiculous!"

I have to say, he told the truth.

But Hoover stared intently at the Englishman, all his emotions coalescing into a roar from the depths of his heart—

Fuck those damn British bastards!

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(End of this chapter)