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

Chapter 199 God Father: Divine Grace Bathes America
If "god" is truly without desires or wants, why would he come out to stir up trouble?

Since there is demand, then theoretically, there is a possibility of transactions.

In a capitalist society, if something cannot be traded, the only reason is that the price you offer is not high enough.

Those present are the rule-makers and biggest beneficiaries of the capitalist game, and they agree more than anyone else with President Coolidge's assertion about "the deal."

The key question is, what can they gain from this "divine revelation" through transactions?
The meeting room was filled with the rustling sound of pages turning as everyone reviewed the secret report and whispered among themselves.

Soon someone noticed the key point.

"Mr. President, if I may be so bold, the report only says that some kind of supernatural force or entity has appeared on American soil, which is completely incomprehensible to current science. It is hard to say that it is a 'true god,' let alone that it is related to 'immortality.'"

Clearly, Coolidge was just making empty promises. They've made plenty of promises to others before, so they certainly wouldn't jump in headfirst into this one.

Coolidge knew, of course, that no one present was a fool. His purpose in making empty promises was not to immediately convince them that "immortality" was within reach, but to shift the direction of their thinking.

It seems to be working now; at least people are starting to think about the true God instead of treating it as unimportant or as something that must be eradicated.

Moreover, the sorcerer and medium were not hired for nothing. Through the legends of "Black Jesus" and "Holy City Wakanda" that were being promoted in Wakanda, he speculated that the source of this manifested "divine revelation" power might have a historical origin far beyond imagination.

Coolidge repackaged the analysis of wizards and mediums, suggesting that "immortality" may only belong to "gods," but could the related knowledge and power systems contain the possibility of delaying human aging and resisting diseases?
So the key point still comes back to his first point: if we don't engage with Wakanda and continue to drain America's strength through endless suspicion and military confrontation, what will the result be? Everyone will gain nothing, only suffer losses.

On the other hand...

"Those 'divine revelations' that might have helped everyone extend their lives are being wasted on insignificant, lowly commoners. Don't you all think it's a pity?"

That's such a pity! — This thought echoed in almost everyone's mind.

For those at the top of the social pyramid, squandering "resources" that may hold the ultimate secrets of life on ordinary soldiers and civilians who are like ants in their eyes is simply a waste of resources!
If they could confront the entity behind that "divine revelation," each of them would want to ask loudly (and perhaps suspiciously)—why did you bestow such precious power upon those "Brothers"? What can they give you? What in this world are we unable to provide?
Oh, perhaps... there really is one.

The Democratic senator, representing core Southern interests, poured cold water on the fervor surrounding the "extended lifespan" proposal, stating, "Mr. President, gentlemen, I firmly believe that America absolutely cannot accept the existence of a 'black state'!"

The Democratic Party today is not an ideologically unified party, but rather a loose alliance of different regional factions. In the South, its ruling foundation is based on a harsh system of racial segregation and white supremacy.

At this time, white voters in the South were eagerly anticipating the federal government's regrouping and devastating blow against the "nigger rebels," dispelling the fear of the damned "Black Jesus"!
If, at this time, news were to spread that the federal government was seeking peace with Wakanda or even granting them autonomy, the South would likely erupt in chaos!
Although everyone here holds the reins of America’s fate, they are not mind control masters and cannot control a madman who has gone insane.

At that point, the only outcome will be an even bigger civil war!
Faced with this sharp opposition, Coolidge remained calm, saying, "I think you may have misunderstood me."

"I didn't say I support Black autonomy, well, I can't say I completely oppose it either. My plan is this..."

The secret meeting came to a close, and President Coolidge got the result he wanted.

Although his promises were not implemented on the spot—after all, many of those present were representatives of conglomerates and families, and they still needed to go back to discuss, weigh, and even compromise and integrate their internal interests—he successfully cleared the highest-level obstacles for his next move.

With everyone's tacit approval, he could attempt to make contact and negotiate with Wakanda without worrying about being inexplicably "heartbroken."

Coolidge assigned the task to Edgar Hoover of the Bureau of Investigation.

Upon receiving the order, Hoover felt an indescribable sense of destiny.

All of this seems to have started with him, and now it seems to be heading towards an unknown end through his hands.

In his attempt to restore the Bureau of Investigation's authority, he chose to "suffer the black people of the South" as a breakthrough point, which ultimately inadvertently stirred up a hornet's nest and ignited the powder keg that is Wakanda.

Logically speaking, given that the rebellion has escalated to this point, he, as the person in charge of the initial operations, cannot escape responsibility.

However, things are unpredictable.

When the supernatural element of "divine revelation" appeared, without him needing to defend himself, almost everyone in the department believed that he was not only innocent, but had actually rendered meritorious service in some way.

The fact that the Southern Black community possessed such terrifying power was not something that could be achieved overnight. If the Bureau of Investigation had not acted decisively and detonated it in advance, the consequences would have been unimaginable had they not grown stronger.

Moreover, Hoover, with his consistent efficiency and comprehension, quickly followed President Coolidge's instructions to collect evidence, arrive at the conclusions he wanted, and immediately established a "supernatural forces research group," winning President Coolidge's great appreciation and reliance.

The president has privately promised him that once the troubles in the South are properly resolved, he will be formally appointed as the director of the Bureau of Investigation. The future Bureau of Investigation needs a more powerful and capable director to deal with those "unconventional" challenges!
Therefore, after hearing the president's request, Hoover remained calm and said that he would personally go to Mississippi to communicate with the leaders of Wakanda and do everything he could to promote the president's plan.

……

The convoy, escorted by armored vehicles, entered the Mississippi border.

Outside the car window, what Hoover saw was a scene of chaos and near anarchy.

The timid but well-connected white men had already abandoned their ancestral homes and businesses, fleeing in panic from what they saw as a place cursed by the devil and forsaken by God.

Those who remained were mostly bold and stubborn white people, or those unwilling to give up their property, or those who had nowhere else to go. They were no longer scattered farmers or townspeople, but gathered together and occupied easily defensible estates, "building strongholds to protect themselves."

Whenever Hoover's convoy tried to get close enough to assess the situation, they were often met with a burst of bullets.

On the other hand, the wave of Black people who flocked from all over the United States were burning with a kind of religious fanaticism in their eyes.

Like locusts, they looted the houses, warehouses, and shops left behind by the fleeing white people, taking everything they could carry with them.

In the struggle for property, even black people from different groups would engage in fierce and bloody conflicts.

Robbing people on the road is commonplace.

Hoover witnessed at least three or four robberies targeting lone pedestrians or small convoys along the way, with cries, gunshots, and unrestrained laughter filling the air.

Occasionally, one can see some armed Black men trying to maintain order, but their numbers are limited and they seem powerless in the face of such a large number of displaced people.

There were no unified administrative orders, no effective material distribution system, and no signs of resuming production and trade.

Witnessing all this, Hoover couldn't help but feel a sense of contempt for Wakanda.

Leaving aside the white people who remained, they couldn't even effectively manage and restrain their fellow Black people. With such a lack of organization and management ability, how could they expect Black autonomy?
Also, why does that rumored "Black Jesus" favor these good-for-nothings? Is it really because his skin is as dark as theirs?

It wasn't until we reached the vicinity of Jackson that social order seemed to improve significantly, as Wakanda had implemented strict military control there.

Hoover and his party had been notified in advance, and soon met with Hughie as scheduled.

The two men paused almost simultaneously upon seeing each other, both feeling the other looked vaguely familiar. After a moment's thought, they both murmured in unison, "It's you?"

They both remembered that they had met each other at Arkham Heights College in Chicago.

At that time, Hughie shared his experience of traveling north to eliminate KKK thugs at the college, which aroused hostility from all white people.

Hoover felt at the time that this black man would inevitably be a "troublemaker" in the future, but after that, the black man named Hughie disappeared from Chicago as if he had vanished into thin air.

To everyone's surprise, when they met again, the other party had transformed into the leader of Wakanda, who was stirring up trouble in America!

For a moment, Hoover was overwhelmed with thoughts: the undetectable bootlegging channels in the North, the undetectable arms smuggling channels, the South's illogical "divine revelation" and weapons delivery capabilities...

He seemed to have touched the edge of a truth far deeper than he had imagined.

Hughie felt a chill run down his spine.

He remembered that this guy was an instructor at Arkham Academy back then, but now he clearly looked like a high-ranking official in the federal government.

This proves that the federal government is not entirely useless; their concern about the underworld and potential threats far exceeds his previous estimates.

When "old friends" meet, there is no pleasantries or joy; they immediately engage in a confrontation.

Hoover launched the first attack with a meaningful remark, "So, the Black Jesus came from the North, not from Africa!"

Hughie scoffed even more meaningfully, "Why would you believe there's only one God in this world?"

In the brief exchange, the latter had a slight advantage, as it clearly knew more about the realm of "God".

Hoover was somewhat frustrated, so he retorted with the reality he had witnessed along the way, "It's a pity, even the gods can't seem to help your entire race transcend mortality, not even by slightly improving your qualities!"

"Look at the chaos outside! Do you want to create a black state, or a... black bandit's den?!"

Now it was Hughie's turn to be frustrated.

Often, it's not that he has high expectations of his compatriots, but rather that they are truly disappointing.

After Wakanda swept through Mississippi, it took over many factories left behind by white owners who fled in panic; at the same time, a large number of black compatriots who had heard of the "miracle" poured in from all over the country.

Wakanda was initially hopeful, attempting to organize these factories to resume operations, both to produce urgently needed supplies and alleviate Wakanda's logistical pressure, and to allow newly arrived compatriots to settle down and live in peace.

Unexpectedly, many Black people who were usually subservient and oppressed in front of white people suddenly turned their lives around when they heard that a "Black state" was on the horizon. Instead of thinking about how to build a new home, they couldn't wait to "take charge" and went to bully and retaliate against the white people who stayed behind, or indulged in the short-term pleasure of plundering the spoils.

Mobilize them to work in factories doing tedious production? Learn production skills? Impossible, absolutely impossible. They only want to plunder white people's property and vent their pent-up resentment in the most barbaric way.

Wakanda yearns for stability and a return to production, but the most disruptive and difficult-to-manage forces are not the stubbornly resisting white strongholds, but rather its own Black compatriots who have been blinded by the sudden arrival of "freedom."

Hughie sometimes wondered if the reason the Holy City wasn't coming out was because it was "ashamed" of the performance of its compatriots outside.
Despite feeling a mix of emotions and deep frustration, one cannot afford to lose face at the negotiating table.

Hughie retorted, "I wonder who it was that forbade my fellow citizens from receiving a normal education, forbade us from living in a hopeful environment and being nurtured by civilization, forcing people into becoming monsters, and now they turn around and accuse monsters of not being human?"

Hoover shook his head, indicating he did not intend to continue the debate.

Recognizing Hughie, he knew that Wakanda's goal was serious, and that he had come specifically to solve that problem.

"An autonomous prefecture is impossible; your strength is insufficient to independently support one. I'm referring not only to military power, but also to the social management personnel at all levels necessary to maintain the functioning of a modern society..."

Hughie crossed his arms, expressionless, and listened quietly, waiting for the other person to continue.

“However,” Hoover’s tone softened slightly as he spread a map on the table, “we also understand your Wakanda’s determination to have a truly free land. Therefore, we have a more constructive suggestion that better reflects the Federation’s sincerity.”

His finger moved across the map, eventually landing on the Bahamas, southeast of the Florida peninsula, surrounded by the U.S. Navy fleet.

"Didn't Great Britain claim to support Black independence? Our American Navy can help you take over the entire Bahamas! We can even support Wakanda in establishing its own independent nation there!"

However, Hughie remained with his arms crossed, silent for a few seconds, before asking the most crucial question: "So, what does Wakanda need to pay for this?"

A barely perceptible hint of appreciation flashed in Hoover's eyes.

This is the logic that elites should have.

He leaned forward slightly, lowered his voice, and asked the question that had been lingering in his mind and the minds of the important figures behind him ever since they left the White House:

"We want to ask, can white people also receive the 'divine grace' of the 'Black Jesus'?"

……

The matter was of great importance, and Hughie dared not act on his own initiative.

He knew that Wakanda's strength alone was not enough to make the federal government so wary, so immediately after hearing Hoover's conditions, he truthfully reported the entire content of the meeting to His Holiness "Han Solo" and earnestly requested instructions.

After listening, "Han Solo" translated it for him:
First, the Federation would have Wakanda shift the battlefield to the British colonies next to the United States, thus causing Britain some hardship.
Second, the federal government teaches Wakanda to be ruled by its black elites, on the condition that they share "divine grace"—no, it should be that the elites from both sides jointly monopolize "divine grace"!
They claim that only highly qualified elites can better understand, utilize, and spread "divine grace," thus preventing the precious "divine grace" from being abused and wasted by low-quality commoners.

Regarding the first point, "Han Solo" could only marvel at how Washington had truly inherited the British ways!

Regarding the second point, "Han Solo" exclaimed, "What the hell is monopoly capitalism? Look, even 'Divine Grace' is going to engage in monopoly!"

If we apply his previous interpretation of Wade Berwick's theory that "America only needs slave owners and slaves," and with the blessing of "divine grace," a super Celestial Dragon class would be born!

The question is, if monopoly capitalism could trigger two world wars, what kind of war could the super Celestial Dragons, who monopolize "divine grace," trigger?
Wow, the American people are so lucky!
As if sensing the host's strong eagerness, the long-silent Lezi system suddenly displayed a new alias notification.

[Alias ​​(God Father): Divine revelation for a free America! You are a God Father, quickly spread the divine light of freedom to the Americans who yearn for God's grace.]

Ah this...

The American people are truly blessed!

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(End of this chapter)