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

Chapter 19 The Chaos in Chicago (5) This city needs an enema
Logan's expression was indescribable when he heard the terrifying legends circulating in the underworld.

Good heavens, I had no idea I had countless tentacles that specifically feed on souls!
To be fair, the American people are quite adept at superstition.

However, he now understands why alcohol smuggling in Chicago has surged and why the fighting has intensified.

It was his doing that caused all this trouble.

The fires that Al Capone instigated to set on bootlegging distilleries completely shattered Chicago’s already fragile balance of alcohol supply.

The sudden shortage of locally produced bootlegging caused prices to skyrocket.

On the other hand, Reverend Edward was quite resourceful.

He mobilized people to report illegal activities, which uncovered many more illicit liquor workshops that were only used for secondary processing and repackaging, further driving up the price of illicit liquor.

A 300% profit margin is enough to make capitalists sell the rope that would hang themselves; now, bootlegging offers profits of 1,000%, enough to drive gangs to find their own way to profit.

Those with some ability began organizing people to smuggle whiskey from Canada to Chicago;

Those with average abilities should keep a close eye on the smuggling gangs ahead, plotting to double-cross them.

Those with no skills can only stay in Chicago and compete for a living.

The problem now is that "Han Solo" has become a horror legend, forcing the former two to compete for food locally.

This has made downtown Chicago even more chaotic.

Some underground bars are frequently looted, and the stolen bootlegging is often targeted and robbed by other forces before it can be transported back.

Gunfights are no longer confined to the night; in broad daylight, some streets are also experiencing continuous firefights, leaving behind varying numbers of corpses and panicked citizens.

Ordinary citizens don't understand. Didn't they say they were going to crack down on bootlegging and gangs? Why is things getting more chaotic the more they crack down?
What the citizens urgently need is naturally what The Sun is urgently needing.

On the first day, The Sun's headline read, "Gangs fight bloodshed, morality collapses, nation on the verge of ruin," the words suggesting that the sky was about to fall and the building was about to crumble.

The following day, The Sun changed its headline to "The Puritans are the spark that ignited the war," stating that Prohibition was the root cause of the violence in the city and criticizing Reverend Edward and other proponents of Prohibition as the main culprits.

On the third day, the headline changed to "Chicago is dying," with every word a dagger denouncing the evils of gang warfare...

Don't say this is jumping around; just tell me if it's addressing the urgent needs of the citizens, isn't it a classic example?

"Han Solo" then told Al Capone, "It's time to address the urgent needs of the people!"

After delivering the largest shipment of whisky in history, Han Solo said to Al Capone with a serious expression, "I smell the pervasive discontent in this city!"

"This kind of low-class, aesthetically unappealing chaos, where blood is spilled in the struggle for profit, will only make this city moldy and rotten."

"This town needs an enema!"

“enema…” Al Capone murmured repeatedly.

“Yes, my chosen one. At this moment, this city is calling for a higher level of villain, a villain who can bring true order!”

A figure, a figure named Joker, loomed behind Han Solo, whispering, "and you're going to give it to them!"

"Go, go and thoroughly cleanse this maggot-like, chaotic mess, and establish a pure and efficient order."

"The dark side will be with you, The Chosen One!"

Does the Venerable One feel it's time to loosen up and act freely?

great.

A spark of excitement, a frenzied fervor, ignited in Alcapon's eyes.

……

"Han Solo" then sent a large shipment of whiskey to Donald—which was accompanied by a huge amount of gold coins; he was now there with ample provisions to "oversee" the project.

“The Chosen One, this city deserves a higher-level Dark Lord, you should step forward!”

"The Dark Force is with you!" Donald struggled to suppress his smile and nodded solemnly.

I just integrated Aibang, and the opportunity to expand came along. What does it mean to be the chosen one? (Leans back tactically)
The two-way grinding disc begins to rotate!
The various gangs in Chicago, still embroiled in a chaotic conflict, suddenly discovered that two major powers were desperately trying to take them over.

Al Capone was more radical.

He ignored the still influential Johnny and directly attacked smaller factions within the Mafia.

While purging those who were unwilling to submit to him, he installed his own cronies and immediately expanded the bootlegging business in the area.

Some people noticed something was amiss. He didn't have a private brewery, nor was he known to have any smuggling channels, yet he was able to supply a steady stream of illicit liquor.

Moreover, it's a genuine Canadian whisky.

So, did he actually obtain the "Alcoholic Monster's" pass, or... is he the "Alcoholic Monster" himself?
One of the leaders asked Al Capone bluntly, to which the latter perfectly replicated the enigmatic demeanor of "Han Solo," replying, "God has always been with me!"

There was no need to guess; the moment Al Capone heard the terrifying legend, he knew it was the work of the Dark Lord.

He was even secretly pleased with himself.

You worthless scum, you don't even have the right to see the Venerable One, you can only make wild guesses.

Yes, Donald was just as smug.

In comparison, Donald appears more humane.

He also successively conquered small forces in the surrounding areas, then selected young people from them to recruit into the Ai Gang, and finally expanded the local bootlegging business.

It is also a genuine Canadian whisky.

When asked about the "alcoholic monster" with either fear or probing questions, Donald would usually laugh heartily.

"I have nothing to do with any monsters, and I'm not afraid of them. I am the chosen one... a believer protected by the gods!"

Some people are wondering, how come you two are so in sync?

They launched annexation wars at the same time, all of which allowed them to obtain ample supplies of alcohol without making a sound, and they even acted as if they had powerful backers!

By the way, you even have a unified requirement that only pure liquor can be sold, and you absolutely forbid the sale of inferior liquor or diluted liquor.

Nobody would believe you two aren't allied.

Al Capone neither confirmed nor denied it.

But he knew what he was doing.

It must have been The Sun that manipulated people's hearts and gained the favor of the dark forces, and the Irish people thus got on the good side of the Master.

No problem, he's the chosen one, the ultimate winner.

Donald was a little confused.

It was only then that he noticed, "Wow, how come his movements are so synchronized with the Italian's?"

If you're not careful, things could get very serious.

While everyone's behavior patterns are not exactly the same, the differences are almost nonexistent.

But he is the chosen one, and what about the Italians? There can't be two chosen ones, can there?

Donald felt inexplicably wronged.

He just wanted to find a master to ask him questions as soon as possible.

I've been so loyal to you, have you secretly changed your mind?

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