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

Chapter 166 Why am I always the one who gets hurt? (Bonus Chapter 626)

As towering flames and massive shockwaves tore the warehouse to shreds, on the opposite bank of the Mississippi River, Hughie, who had been secretly lying in wait there, lowered his binoculars, his face expressionless.

He could have sent men to deal with Samuel the moment he learned of his betrayal.

But he didn't.

He watched coldly as Samuel, this shameful traitor, was elevated to a pedestal by the Prohibition Board and the Southern media, transforming from a lowly informant into a glamorous "Black hero," enjoying "praise" and rewards from the white world.

He let Samuel climb to the pinnacle of his life, let him taste the greatest "sweetness" of betrayal, before setting out to eliminate the traitor!
The explosives planted under the wine cellar were just the first "feast" that Samuel had carefully prepared. Even if he managed to escape by chance, there were countless other tricks waiting for him!
Anyone who dares to betray Wakanda will surely die!

Samuel was "lucky," or rather, unlucky, to be sent to heaven by the very first course!

Along with the reporters surrounding him, as well as the Prohibition Bureau agents and the Bureau of Investigation agents, they were all gone!
Southern radio stations' attempts to imitate "law enforcement live broadcasts" have resulted in a hundred times worse outcomes than their northern counterparts!
—At least the Voice of Liberty reporters were unharmed, but these people even lost their reporters, turning it into a true "death broadcast"!
Dedicated, truly dedicated!

But when the news broke, the first reaction from the outside world was not sorrow or sympathy, but rather—

Damn! Are America's "heroes" poisonous?
Putting aside the question of whether Samuel's status as a "Black hero" is truly justified, just consider whether he is a "hero" heavily promoted by the media!

How long has it been? His short-lived "heroic" career has already turned to ashes.

So, it turns out that regardless of whether it's The Sun or not, as long as someone is a hero, they'll be targeted by Death, right?
Did we really wrong The Sun?

Who will dare to be a hero in the future? Who will dare to praise a hero?
Some people were unexpectedly reminded of Logan's prophecy, or rather, his curse—

"America, heroes don't deserve it!"

A bloody ambush and a failed law enforcement operation miraculously turned into a discussion of the bizarre phenomenon of "heroes must die" and various conspiracy theories and mystical speculations.

However, the Prohibition Board, at the center of the storm, had no time to pay attention to the bizarre and outlandish opinions in the media.

They were furious, and even more furious!
Why did you lure the snake out of its hole and then blow it up?

Alright, aside from a few agents who were a bit further away, following Samuel around waiting for his assassination and then following the clues, they became "dead snakes" first!
This is not something the Prohibition Bureau expected to enforce the law so easily!
Unable to swallow this insult, the head of the Prohibition Bureau's enforcement team, his eyes red with anger, approached the head of the Investigation Bureau's local team and demanded an immediate joint operation to raid several secret Wakanda locations that Samuel had suspected.

Samuel, after all, was not high enough to get in touch with Wakanda's true core organization, but he was a thoughtful man. Through observation and inquiries, he compiled a list of several locations that he found "very suspicious".

Originally, according to the plan, the Bureau of Investigation and the Prohibition Bureau were supposed to conduct covert reconnaissance and surveillance of these locations first, and then take action after confirming their value.

But at this moment, he was driven by anger, and also because the other party was clearly prepared. If he didn't act now, he might not even be able to catch them.

Let's launch a surprise attack first, better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free!

However, the team leader from the investigation bureau said with a somber expression that he needed to return to the bureau to undergo an internal investigation first!
Our Bureau of Investigation is not like your Prohibition Bureau, where dead agents are used to dying!

In the past, when law enforcement failed, the worst that happened was that special agents were thrown into prison; but this time, several people were killed right off the bat!
Everyone thought they were there to bully the weak, but they ended up kicking a hot plate—a plate loaded with explosives!

The head of the investigation team decided to hold off for now and wait for instructions from the bureau.

The Prohibition Bureau captain was so angry he laughed.

Damn it, are we dead detectives used to dying?

Uh, it seems, it appears, that's really the case.

No, it's clearly because those people in the Investigation Bureau are too incompetent; they chickened out at such a small loss!

You won't do it? We'll do it ourselves!
They said they would do it themselves, but they learned from their mistakes and the Prohibition Bureau was smarter this time.

In front of a small building that appeared to be a secret hideout, they first had bomb disposal experts they had brought in from the state police wear heavy protective suits and carefully enter to conduct reconnaissance.

Not long after, the bomb disposal expert came out, his expression not relaxed, but deeply shocked.

He took off his helmet, opened his mouth, and for a moment didn't know how to describe it.

"How is it? Is there a bomb threat?" the Prohibition Bureau captain asked nervously.

"No bombs were found, but there's something inside..." The bomb disposal expert took a breath, organizing his thoughts, "but there's something inside..."

"What's inside?!" Everyone's hearts were in their throats.

"Go in and see for yourselves."

The Prohibition Bureau agents exchanged glances, gripped their weapons, and cautiously filed in.

Then, everyone who entered the room froze on the spot, as if they had been frozen in place, their pupils dilated and their breathing stopped.

The room was in complete disarray, with tables and chairs overturned and banknotes scattered all over the floor, indicating that the people inside had evacuated in a very hurried manner.

Why are there banknotes scattered everywhere?
Because there were four piles of cash in the room!

Stacks of US dollar bills of varying denominations were piled up, forming four small, almost waist-high cubes. — Well, they should have all been cubes, but now one was missing a corner, as if a handful had been grabbed and scattered on the ground during the evacuation.

The green US dollar bills gleamed with a suffocating light in the dim light streaming through the window.

No one knows how much money is inside, no one has ever seen so much cash, and no one has ever seen such a huge amount of cash piled up on the ground so casually and lavishly.

After a few seconds of suffocating silence, a chorus of trembling breaths filled the room.

The Prohibition Bureau captain swallowed hard and squeezed to the front.

He reached out and, with a slight tremor, picked up the top stack of hundred-dollar bills, twirled them between his fingers, and then examined the watermark against the light.

"it is true!"

Then, as if to confirm, he forcefully pulled out another stack from the lower middle part of the "money mountain".

"It's true!"

This must be the bootlegging dealers' cash cow!

My God! We've struck it rich!
One of the slightly more lucid team members licked his dry lips and suggested, "Boss, they must have just left, that's why they didn't even take so much money with them. They couldn't have gone far! Should we..."

The bureau has people monitoring these outposts. If anyone leaves, they will definitely track them down and leave a mark.

But...

"What are you chasing?!" The captain abruptly interrupted him, his voice sharp with excitement. "The most important and urgent task now is to transport these... stolen funds back to the station intact, safely, and quickly!"

No one objected.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the banknotes.

If all of this can become "special funding" for our Prohibition Bureau... then everyone's bonus this year will more than double!

Under the captain's command, the group suppressed their excitement and began to find boxes, supervising each other as they prepared to pack the money into boxes and move it away as quickly as possible.

One of the more impatient detectives was the fastest, having already swept the top layer of banknotes into the box. But as he reached for a particularly thick stack of banknotes below, he sensed something was wrong—

This doesn't look like a real banknote!

and……

He lowered his head blankly—

A fuse, already lit by his action and hissing, suddenly appeared before his eyes!
The other end of the fuse is buried deep inside the "banknote".

The agent's face instantly contorted with ecstasy, turning to utter terror in an instant; he managed only to force out a desperate curse:

"Oh shit!"

"boom!"

It wasn't as bad as the explosion in the wine cellar, but it was enough to engulf the people and money in the room.

The explosives hidden in the middle of the "money mountain" brought about a death full of wealth!

The Prohibition Bureau's enforcement team sent to the south was almost completely wiped out!

When news of the explosion reached Prohibition headquarters, Commissioner Robert locked himself in his office and wept uncontrollably, as if he had lost his own father.

Hearing the commotion, the subordinates waiting outside the door felt a surge of sorrow, but also a growing respect for the commissioner.

"Although the commissioner is strict usually, he truly cherishes his subordinates!"

"Seeing so many elite troops perish in the south, he must have been extremely distressed..."

"Alas, the losses this time are too great, no wonder the commissioner is so heartbroken."

The commissioner's inner lament was—

"Why?! Why is it always the Prohibition Bureau that gets hurt?!"

"You damned black thugs! You bastards who deserve to go to hell!"

Why did you blow up that money?!

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(End of this chapter)