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

Chapter 202 Today's 119, Airplane Bumper Cart (Bonus Chapter 1826)

Witnessing a "miracle" can ruin your life!

Patton was a KKK member in Mississippi, and like all the other KKK members who were driven out of Mississippi by the black militants, he rose to become the most extreme extremist in the entire KKK!

Despite being driven out of Mississippi by Wakanda with guns and a bizarre "blitzkrieg," he despised all rumors about Black "divine revelation" from the bottom of his heart, believing them to be nothing more than the ramblings of ignorant blacks.

On this point, he even once quite agreed with the Sun's argument of "believing in science" and "exposing the British black hand," believing that this must be a smokescreen fabricated by a high-level "spy" within the federal government who colluded with the black rebels to cover up the truth.

He has been patient and waiting.

They await the federal government to regroup and send more and stronger troops back to Mississippi.

He imagined himself following the army's iron hooves, stepping back onto that land, washing every inch of the defiled corner with flames and blood, making Mississippi truly a river of blood, and rebuilding the glory of the white man.

Then, Duang!

Reality dealt him his first, unpretentious, heavy blow!

In order to launch a counterattack, the Ku Klux Klan in Mississippi sent many people to pose as journalists and infiltrate Mississippi to gather intelligence.

Patton signed up and then happened to be there during Wakanda's prayer ceremony!

Within the KKK, some stubbornly cover their eyes and ears, shouting at the top of their lungs, "This is fake! It's a media fabrication! It's black witchcraft!"

But Patton couldn't do it because he actually witnessed the "miracle"!
Even more tragically, his eyesight was exceptionally good. The black figures flying and weaving through the city's phantom, the agile leaps and falls of the black-armored warrior, the ripples of the light shield that resisted the heavenly fire... the details were so rich that he couldn't even explain it using "sleight of hand"!

Behind the black man, there really is some kind of power beyond the mortal realm!
This blow nearly shattered his lifelong belief in "white supremacy" and "God favors white people."

Why? God! Do you still have eyes?! Why do you shelter those filthy blacks and abandon your devout white people?

But he still held onto a sliver of hope.

If the U.S. military launches a larger-scale offensive, with its steel, gunpowder, and Anglo-Saxon courage, it will surely be able to crush all monsters and demons!
Then, the president announced—"shifting the blame southward," and cooperating with Wakanda to fight against foreign aggression (Britain)!

"Join hands to sever Britain's black hand"?
To Patton, this was nothing more than a compromise by the federal government to the armed forces of Black people, and an open admission of the terrible fact that "white people cannot forever trample on blacks"!

We have been betrayed by God!

We have been betrayed by the world!

We have been betrayed by this country founded by white Founding Fathers and which should rightfully be dominated by white people forever!

This second blow was far more fatal than the "miracle" itself.

What can a soul shattered into pieces do?
In utter despair, some might choose to annihilate themselves—several other KKK members who witnessed the “miracle” chose suicide to escape this hopeless world.

They may be desperately searching for new adhesives, trying to piece their broken souls back together, even if it means twisting and deforming them—they secretly hide the crosses and begin to inquire and collect information about the "Black Jesus" and the "Holy City of Wakanda."

But neither of those were Patton's choices.

The path he chose was to burn all his remains, dragging this world that had already betrayed him down with him into the abyss of destruction.

Since this world has degenerated to such a state, with right and wrong reversed and gods and demons indistinguishable, then... this world is better off without it!
He united with a group of KKK members who shared his belief that the world was ending, and prepared to destroy America!

……

In Jackson Hole, Mississippi, the plaza where "miracles" were displayed, the site of the future Wakanda temple, has become the "Jerusalem" of the spiritual world for the entire state and even the entire United States' Black community.

Every day, countless Black people flock from all directions to gather around the square, touching the land shrouded in "miracle," as if they can draw endless strength and comfort from it.

Even more surprisingly, there were quite a few white faces among them—they were new followers of the "Black Jesus" movement!
Their appearance proved one thing: the manifestation of a "miracle" improved the order in Mississippi by at least two levels!
With the divine watching over them, even the most unruly Black people became much more restrained, fearing that their misdeeds might anger the Black Jesus!

A unique phenomenon has emerged: as long as one is holding a small statue of the Black Jesus, even a white person can move relatively safely and unimpeded through most parts of Mississippi.

This is the confidence that comes from "We have a true God behind us, so what is there to fear!" So when two planes appeared in the sky that day, no one cared.

The square was still packed with people. Believers gathered devoutly, listening to the "lucky ones" who had been fortunate enough to witness the miracles, who shared again and again, tirelessly, the grandeur of the holy city, the heroic figure of the black-armored war god, and the wonder of the energy shield that day.

The roar of engines in the sky went unnoticed. These days, media reconnaissance planes and interview aircraft frequently circled overhead, and everyone had become accustomed to it.

People remain immersed in their own world of piety.

However, people soon realized that something was wrong.

Instead of circling or climbing as usual, the two planes noseped down and, with a resolute and accelerating attitude, swooped down toward the center of the square!

"What...is that plane trying to do?"

"Oh no! Something's going to happen! Get out of the way!!"

But it was too late.

Under the watchful eyes of countless pairs of people, whose initial bewilderment quickly turned to utter terror, the first plane, with a piercing roar, crashed violently into the center of the square.

"boom!"

A huge fireball shot into the air, blasting a shocking crater into the plaza where the "manifestation" took place. The shockwave from the explosion, carrying debris, sent the guards flying!
The other plane plunged headlong into the dense crowd of pilgrims who had no time to disperse!
"boom!!"

Another deafening explosion!

A bloody storm swept across a large area in an instant, with screams and wails erupting violently, shattering the previous piety and tranquility.

"Black Jesus—!"

Almost at the same time as the Mississippi suicide attack, Patton, a former pilot, personally flew a plane over Washington.

The closer Patton got to the white building that symbolized national power, the more excited and distorted his emotions became.

Since America has betrayed us, let America be destroyed!
Inside the White House, President Coolidge had just put down The Sun, a mixture of satisfaction and slight embarrassment on his face. He chuckled and muttered, "Oh dear, this Sun, really... they've praised me so highly. What have I done to deserve this? How could I possibly be worthy of the Nobel Peace Prize..."

Just then, the office door was flung open, and the head of security rushed in, his face ashen, his voice trembling with urgency: "Mr. President! Something's wrong! There's been an air raid! Please come with us immediately!"

It's too late to say, then soon!
Inside the cockpit, Patton could see nothing but the ever-approaching white palace.

Like a broken record, only one voice remained in my mind, screaming madly: "Destroy! Destroy America! Destroy the world!!"

He slammed the control stick, and the plane, laden with explosives, roared to life and plunged headlong toward the White House!
"boom!!!"

A deafening explosion rocked downtown Washington, D.C.! Thick smoke and flames shot up from one side of the White House complex!
As Coolidge was taking emergency evacuation, he suddenly felt a heat on his back!
……

The news reached The Sun at lightning speed. Logan was startled, but the first question that came out of his mouth wasn't whether the president was dead or not, but rather—

Is today September 11th?

Richard, still reeling from the shock, was bewildered by this absurd question. "No way, today is November 9th. Are you out of your mind?"

No, that's just because...

"Never mind, whether it's September 11th or November 9th, it seems like it's a lucky day that's connected to America!"

"A good day?" Richard was still bewildered.

"Yeah, a great day for playing bumper cars!"

……

(End of this chapter)