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

Chapter 184 The American artifact will fall, and the underworld will rise (Bonus Chapter 1426)

"Mississippi's capital has fallen!"

It was still daytime on a weekday, but almost all social activities had come to a standstill.

Everyone, whether workers, clerks, businessmen or housewives, put down all the work they were doing and gathered around any radio that could make a sound.

All the reports coming from inside were from the same radio station—Voice of Liberty!

Initially, when news of the "bandit suppression" operation came from the South, especially when Logan far-fetchedly put forward the gimmick of "Civil War 2.0," most Northerners, and even many Southern bystanders, had a purely entertaining attitude.

Then, when Wakanda suddenly revealed its hidden cannons and turned the tide of the battle, even more people were drawn to the scene, but the atmosphere remained thrilling and suspenseful.

They listened to Logan's "panic" about being "imminently captured," laughing and teasing him, anticipating Logan's "crying and begging for mercy."

However, the relaxed atmosphere finally vanished when Voice of Freedom broadcast the news that the Union Army had begun its offensive, and especially when the "Black Sherman" used the voice of history to make that horrifying declaration that he would "turn the whole of Mississippi into hell."

Even people in the north are beginning to realize that something seems really wrong.

Finally, when Logan, in an unprecedentedly solemn tone, repeatedly assured and confirmed that "the capital has fallen," a crowd gathered around the radio, but all the noise, discussion, and unease seemed to be cut off by an invisible hand.

A brief, seemingly predictable yet unacceptable, deathly silence descended across the country.

Then--

With a "boom," it was as if a taut string had suddenly snapped, and everyone was about to break apart!
"God! This is impossible!"

"The capital? The capital of a state has been... taken over by armed black militants?"

"Is America... still America?"

Everyone was excitedly and incoherently talking, waving their arms, their faces flushed or pale; but no one knew what they were saying.

The overwhelming influx of information temporarily deprives the brain of its ability to organize logical language.

The capital of a state was captured in peacetime by a non-governmental, predominantly Black armed force.

A cornerstone rooted in national identity and a sense of security was severely shaken at this moment.

This is true even in the White House.

No, the White House is in even more chaos!
Not long ago, when President Harding received a rambling, near-collapse call for help from the governor of Mississippi, his first thought was that the other party was joking.

But when an even more desperate scream came from the other end of the phone, it took the president longer than usual to process the unbelievable fact: this was no joke.

A Black armed force has not only defeated the National Guard, but is also threatening, and may have already...

No need for "maybe" anymore!

The secretary stumbled in, holding an urgent telegram she had just received, which read "Jackson has fallen."

President Harding felt a sudden darkness engulf his vision.

"What are you doing?! What have you done?!"

President Harding's usually kind and benevolent face was now contorted with rage. "Weren't we supposed to be suppressing bandits? Huh? How could suppressing bandits result in the fall of a state capital? What kind of bandit suppression is this?!"

I... became the first president since the Civil War to lose territory while in office?

The immense political pressure and sense of historical shame struck President Harding, who suffered from hypertension and a heart condition, like a heavy hammer blow.

He felt a sudden dizziness, followed by a sharp, stabbing pain in his chest.

He instinctively clutched his chest, opened his mouth as if to say something, but couldn't make a sound. Then his legs went weak, and amidst the gasps of his staff and secretaries, he fell straight backward!

"Mr. President!"

"Doctor! Call the doctor quickly!"

"My God!" The secretary, guards, and officials who rushed to the scene were thrown into chaos.

The president's sudden collapse left the federal government, already overwhelmed by the unexpected crisis, paralyzed and leaderless.

Just as the nation was in chaos and the White House was paralyzed, Logan, one of the key figures behind the storm, had already quietly returned to Chicago by plane.

He dumped all the precious images and footage captured by the plane and news van onto the eagerly awaiting editorial team, leaving behind only the words, "This trip was too exciting, I need to rest for a while," before heading home.

Logan certainly doesn't really need a rest.

He keenly realized that this moment was what would truly change the history of America.

The maintenance of federal authority depends on a balance of three pillars: the ability to monopolize military power, the ability to extract revenue, and the ability to unite the people ideologically.

Now, the first pillar has truly been greatly shaken!

Although he hasn't figured out how things developed to this point yet, it doesn't prevent him from using another identity to push forward, or rather, take advantage of this unprecedented change.

Han Solo once again quietly met with Al Capone.

The latter's usually fierce face was now filled with surprise, uncertainty, and an indescribable excitement. "Your Excellency! In the south... is it... is it..."

He couldn't find the right words to describe the unimaginable situation.

“Yes!” Han Solo exclaimed with a profound and serene understanding of destiny. “It was a gift from the Dark Force!”

"Gift?"

"Chosen One, haven't you realized it yet? Until this moment, the tides have begun to turn!"

Han Solo took a step forward, his voice becoming more penetrating: "In the past, no matter how far the power of the underworld extended in America, it was always suppressed by the authority of the Federation!"

"But look at it now! Local rebellions are erupting, and the authority of the Federation is being shaken!"

Han Solo's voice at this moment was not one of excitement, but rather a kind of wistful lament, as if witnessing history repeat itself.

"When America's magic weapon falls, the underworld will rise!"

"Once the halo of federal authority cracks, it will be the moment for those forces living in the shadows to break free of their shackles and step into the limelight! The light of the dark world has never been so dazzling."

"Chaos is not an abyss, chaos is a ladder!"

Al Capone was jolted!
The change in wind direction that he had vaguely sensed before was clearly pointed out by the Venerable One.

What follows is a heavy sense of pushing the wheels of history to change its predetermined course, as well as an irrepressible sense of immense excitement!

"I understand, Your Excellency!"

"We need to do everything in our power to support the rebel forces in the South! Let them continue to shake the Federation's artifacts on a larger scale! The more they cause trouble, the weaker the Federation's artifacts will be, and the more space we will have!"

This was precisely the purpose of Han Solo's visit.

After all, this "underworld" belongs to the dark forces, to countless heroes, but ultimately it belongs to you "chosen ones"!

So, contribute what you can and let the Federation's artifact continue to sway!

"I can provide substantial financial support to the Southern rebels, as well as recruitment channels for military personnel in Europe!"

The same words and similar scenes were repeated in front of Donald not long afterward.

Donald also felt that thrill and excitement at the critical juncture of history. He clenched his fist and replied in a deep voice, "I can provide substantial funding, as well as... engineers!"

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(End of this chapter)