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

Chapter 40 America says, a madman must be mad (4K, please read on, please vote)

Without any discussion, Donald and Al Capone simultaneously shot the Prohibition agent from Washington.

The entire operation was carried out cleanly and efficiently, without even disturbing the citizens, which demonstrates the high quality of the two gang members after their integration.

By the time Logan found out, the police were already collecting the bodies from the detectives.

Logan was slightly taken aback by the two men's blatant challenge to public authority.

It was only slightly so.

No matter how history books glorify it, the truth is that the path of Prohibition in America has always been a bloody one!
Gangs engage in bloody battles for the exorbitant profits of bootlegging; police kill gangsters, gangsters kill police... Behind every large-scale public social experiment lies endless bloodshed.

So relax, this is nothing.

Let the music and dancing continue, and just sit back and watch how the Prohibition Bureau retaliates, and how Donald and Al Capone respond.

……

When Prohibition Commissioner John Cramer received news that his entire Prohibition squad had been wiped out, his first reaction wasn't fury, but rather a forced laugh of exasperation.

In the peaceful and honest city of Chicago, two gangs of ruthless robbers just happened to appear, just happened to run into the Prohibition squad, just happened to kill the entire squad, and just happened to escape...

This isn't just insulting his intelligence; it's completely ignoring him.

John Cramer is not thinking about retaliating angrily right now.

The Prohibition Bureau paid with ten lives, proving that Chicago was a bottomless swamp.

Keep in mind that the Prohibition squad was an elite force, with all members armed, yet not a single one escaped in one night.

He didn't even know how much force the Chicago thugs used.

If he acts impulsively and continues to mindlessly fill the place with people, who knows how many lives will be lost!

As for launching a propaganda offensive?
Don't be ridiculous. How many agents does the Prohibition Bureau have, and how many desperate alcohol dealers do they have to deal with?
If these desperate criminals knew that agents were so easily killed, Kramer didn't even dare to imagine how many Prohibition agents would be left after the initial media frenzy.

John Cramer could only battle Chicago's public sector first.

Especially the Chicago police, didn't you say it was a robbery by a ruthless criminal? Where did the criminal escape to? Is there no trace of him at all?

We're all law enforcement agencies, who can fool whom? Do you think you can get away with it without giving an explanation?
Even if the Chicago Prohibition Department were to clean it a hundred times, it still wouldn't be enough to comfort the souls of James and other agents in heaven!

As for the real mastermind...

John Cramer pulled an M1911 pistol from the drawer, cocked it, stared at the cold muzzle, and gritted his teeth.

Blood debts must be repaid in blood! He wants to arm Prohibition! Give the people of Chicago a good lesson!

……

Despite the tacit understanding among various parties, whether intentional or reluctant, Chicago remained peaceful and calm.

Well, it wasn't exactly quiet.

Edward was formally prosecuted amidst national scrutiny and the condemnation of Chicagoans for his alleged perversion.

Logan's second trial regarding the "obscenity allegations" went to trial in the plaintiff's absence. The court was nearly thrown into disarray by Logan's statement, "At least we at The Sun are talking about games between people, but the plaintiff is playing games between people and corpses. Who should be suing whom?"

Besides, "holy water" continued to sell well, entertainment clubs continued to offer pleasure in a semi-concealed manner, and journalists from all over the country continued to tirelessly report on Chicago's various "open" initiatives...

Few people sensed the tense atmosphere brewing behind them, like a storm brewing and dark clouds looming over the city.

But Logan sensed it.

In his opinion, it was impossible for law enforcement agencies not to retaliate after being attacked like this.

And this counterattack will inevitably be thunderous.

It's easier to talk to Donald; you can just ask him if he's prepared. But it's unclear with Alcapon.

Logan was counting on them to help sell alcohol; he didn't want them to wipe out his supply in one go.

So, the pseudonyms were deployed—

That night, "Han Solo" appeared out of nowhere, standing before Donald.

He seemed unfazed by the pressure, casually remarking, "The Chosen One, the Dark Force has witnessed your strength..."

Before he could finish speaking, Donald waved his thick arm, his eyes gleaming, "Yes, Master, I've finally understood!"

"Han Solo": ?

Donald said triumphantly, "I have grasped the revelation of destiny, and I have figured out how to rule the dark world under the guidance of the dark forces!"

"Heretics! Only by eliminating the heretics who obstruct the coming of the Dark Order can the dark prophecy you bestowed be fulfilled, and the light of the Chosen One shine upon the world!"

"Han Solo": ?
"So the answer to all of this can be found in history! The great dark force is indeed everywhere!"

Donald pulled out a thick, old-fashioned book with a leather cover from somewhere, and slammed a page down hard, making a dull thud.

"Han Solo": ? ? ?

He tried his best to suppress the almost twitching corners of his mouth, while endless complaints were already churning inside his heart.

Heresy? What on earth is this?

When did the Dark Force get involved with the Church's heresy?

What exactly did this guy manage to master on his own?

With his exceptional eyesight, Han Solo finally saw what Donald was holding.

That must be a quote from Martin Luther, yes, a quote from Martin Luther, the man who spearheaded the Reformation in medieval Europe.

"...If we punish thieves by hanging, deal with robbers by sword, and punish heretics by burning them at the stake, why can't we attack by force these lords of hell, these cardinals, popes, and all the sinful lairs of Rome's Sodom, which has endlessly corrupted the Church of God? Why don't we wash our hands with their blood?"

Donald pressed the page and said solemnly, "Since the Dark Force is the truth, opposing it is tantamount to opposing God! As stated above, those who corrupt God are heretics."

History tells me that heresy is more hateful than paganism. All heretics should be put to death!

“Master, you once told me that those Italians were just whetstones for the chosen one. Then I kept thinking about who was blocking the path of the chosen one, the heretics of the new era.”

"When those rats in Washington showed up and tried to stop me, I finally realized that the Italians were just heretics, and those rats were the heretics."

"Heretics deserve to die! So I must be tough on them! Master, I did a good job, didn't I!"

Han Solo: ...

He remained silent for a full three seconds!

After listening to Donald's rambling "insights," his gaze toward Donald underwent a substantial change.

For a while now, he's been busy dealing with the lawsuit and hasn't had time to keep up with Donald's thoughts. Unexpectedly, this guy has actually started "reading more books," and then, damn it, his ideological awareness has become even more baffling!
He firmly believed that the "Dark Force" had appeared in history and was a god that had appeared in history, so he drew wisdom from the profound history of European religions.

This absorption led to disaster. The empty promises of "Dark Mandate" and "Unification of the Night" that "Han Solo" casually made up were actually filled in, modified, and embellished with the "wisdom" of the Holy See by this smooth-thinking guy, and gloriously entered into reality.

The question is, buddy, is your distinction between heretics and pagans really correct?

Forget it, that's not the point.

Han Solo felt it was a terrible injustice that the Prohibition agent was killed because of such absurd speculation!

Han Solo tried to keep his voice calm and even added a hint of approval: "...Your understanding has exceeded my expectations..."

Damn it, I lost. I'm not even as crazy as this guy!

Donald received the master's praise, took a breath, and felt as if his chest was filled with an invisible force.

He finally felt like the protagonist of an epic, found his direction in serving the gods and severely punishing heretics, and every muscle in his body bulged with violent courage.

And "Han Solo" left with a tense feeling, not even knowing how much more nonsense he could spout.

He even forgot to ask Donald if he was prepared to face even harsher enforcement.

He had a bad feeling because he thought of Al Capone, who was equally quick and ruthless.

Reappearing before Al Capone, Han Solo spoke in a low, anxious voice, "The Dark Force senses your strength..."

"By the all-knowing Dark Force!" Al Capone's voice boomed, laced with unwavering ruthlessness. "Toughness is essential! Only by terrifying the Prohibition agents can our great cause proceed without interference!"

Han Solo secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

At least this is still a normal way of thinking, considered from a business perspective.

It was a bit rough.

Just as he thought this, Al Capone leaned closer, a fanatical smile spreading across his fleshy face. "Moreover, this is my unwavering loyalty to the Dark Force!"

Han Solo, his face tense, asked, "Loyalty?"

Al Capone nodded vigorously, with a strange, pilgrimage-like excitement. "Yes, loyalty!"

"Those clueless federal agents, their wails are the most beautiful hymns to the darkness! Their blood is my most devout offering! You watch, I will do it more beautifully than anyone else!"

"Sacrifice...?"

Han Solo's mind was in turmoil.

What the hell is this?

Arkapon, perhaps seeing that His Holiness enjoyed poetic chanting, and in order to demonstrate his unwavering loyalty, commissioned some third-rate poet to compose a third-rate recitation:

"By the Dark Force, you walk in darkness, rejoicing at the sight of blood; you linger in the shadows, awe the mortals—behold our sacrifice with your holy eyes."

Han Solo felt like his expressionless face was about to crack open!
"Fuck you, damn it, damn it..." A string of profanities that couldn't be translated into English rolled through his mind!

Donald's use of medieval papal "wisdom" was already outrageous enough, but Al Capone went and started using primitive dark sacrifices?
When the hell did I say I needed your sacrifice?

Han Solo was unaware that this was precisely due to Donald's "epiphany".

Al Capone is no simple man. After learning that the Irishman could also gain the right to trade with the Dark Lord, he dared not object verbally, but he did a lot of dirty tricks behind the scenes.

For example, he paid close attention to Donald's unusual behavior.

When Alcapon learned by chance that Donald was searching for "medieval miracles," he thought for a moment and then started cursing.

Shit, those damn Irishmen are really cunning!

What are they trying to do? Are they seeking guidance from a "god"?

Could it be that they know I am the chosen one and are trying to find another way to gain the favor of the Dark Force so they can fight against us again?

Haha, in terms of history, we Italians have a much longer history than the Irish; and in terms of experience in serving God, we Italians are far superior to the Irish!
As a result, Alcapone also got involved, and somehow dug out an "ancient Italian tradition": "God guides mankind through oracles or prophecies; and mankind also needs to abide by the contractual obligations to God through sacrifices and offerings..."

Doesn't this match the Venerable One's prophecy?
The only question is, what sacrifices does the Dark Force require?
Although the Venerable said that he should just do his best to sell wine to satisfy the desires of the drinkers, Alcapon clearly profited a lot in the process, which cannot be called a sacrifice to "God".

It wasn't until his brother Ralph Capone casually remarked, "Whoever hinders us from satisfying our drinking desires is a damned sacrifice," that Al Capone finally understood!
Just when federal agents come looking for trouble, isn't that perfect?
Now it seems that I was right; the Venerable One appeared after receiving the "offerings"!

"Han Solo": No, I didn't, I just wanted to test your responses!

"Han Solo" is beyond fucking!

Who would have thought that even a madman could roll up like that?

The Americans say, a madman must be mad enough!

Listen to what Al Capone has to say—

"...In a territory shrouded in the darkness of the Force, Washington dares to send people to prohibit alcohol? Your Excellency, you must use your wise eyes to witness my sacrifice!"

"For the sake of the Dark Force, no matter how many agents come, I will swear my absolute loyalty with their souls!"

This is insane, absolutely insane!
Epilepsy originates from madness but surpasses it!

Han Solo really wanted to say, "I don't need it."

But in the end, he simply nodded slowly, very slowly, trying to envelop Alcapone in an appreciative gaze.

Bathed in the venerable one's wise gaze, Alcapone felt completely refreshed, and his mind became unusually sharp: "The only problem is that our ability to collect sacrifices isn't strong enough, and we don't know about the Dark Force..."

Han Solo almost lost his composure.

You put it so euphemistically, what a load of rubbish, "not strong enough to collect sacrifices," isn't that just saying you don't have enough people to kill?

You're going to fight the Prohibition Board to the death!

Damn it, why am I filled with anticipation?

—If this guy is targeting the weak and tries to "sacrifice" them, "Han Solo" will only teach him what it means to "sacrifice your sister."

However, he was challenging the authority of the federal officials in Washington, so Han Solo thought, let him do what he wants.

Han Solo tried to make his voice sound even deeper and more enigmatic, "The Dark Force will always respond to the Chosen One's demands at the right time..."

Al Capone was immediately relieved.

That's why he dares to be crazy.
Backed by a mysterious power, it's like wearing a highly corrosive magic ring; the will to power is amplified, not to mention the audacity.

Han Solo did it too!

Damn it, you local natives dare to act crazy, but I, a crazy guy in disguise, don't dare to act crazy?
Good, good, good, let's all go crazy and fight Washington! He's waiting to see the show!
Logan decided to tough it out on himself and give the Washington guys a real workout!
……

　Lord Washington: Oh no, I've become a sacrifice!
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