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

Chapter 2 You are The Chosen One
Who is Al Capone?

The Scarface King, the Sicilian-blooded king of Chicago's underworld, the ruler of the bootlegging empire, the roarer of the Thompson submachine gun, the judge of the Valentine's Day blood feast, and the best sacrifice for the IRS to establish its authority.

Even this future legendary underworld boss could only swallow silently to hide his inner fear in the face of the bizarre scene before him.

The tall Italian, Al Capone's brother, Ralph Capone, performed even worse.

After his lips opened and closed silently a few times, he trembled as he moved to the original spot of the barrel and reached out with a trembling hand to touch it.

I only touched the air.

Ralph Capone's Adam's apple bobbed laboriously as he turned to look at his brother, barely managing to squeeze out, "This isn't magic..."

"This is the Dark Force!"

Various Hollywood-style far-fetched plots continue to intrude, and "Han Solo" is going completely crazy and just won't stop!

"Long, long ago, someone mastered a supernatural and omnipresent mysterious power that flowed in the shadows of all things—powerful, pure, and immortal!"

"This ultimate power of the universe is the Dark Force." Han Solo's voice carried an almost chanting solemnity. "Those who wield the Dark Force call themselves Jedi Knights and have founded a noble organization—the Sith!"

He suddenly opened his arms wide, his voice seeming to come from an ancient abyss:

"Peace is a lie."

"Only desire remains."

"Desire generates power."

"Power begets authority."

"Power begets victory."

"Victory breaks the shackles."

"The Force is at your command."

The singing was still in theatrical and childish style, but this time, Al Capone and Ralph Capone showed no contempt whatsoever; their eyes revealed only a profound bewilderment and fear in the face of an unknown force.

"For millennia, the Sith have devoted themselves to protecting the Dark World. Most of the time, we have only associated with the darkness. Only when the Dark Order collapses and the chosen one, prophesied by fate, appears, will we, guided by the Dark Force, reveal ourselves to help them rebuild the Dark Order!"

"Ancient prophecies have revealed that with the prohibition of alcohol, human desires will be extinguished, and the chosen one will rule the night."

"Your destiny is as clear as the stars, the guidance of the Dark Force converges upon you." Han Solo, looking at the incredulous Al Capone, solemnly declared, "You are The Chosen One!"

The echoes of "Chosen One" still resonate.

Ralph Capone's gaze toward his brother slowly shifted from fear to a burning fervor.

Al Capone tried to suppress the sense of absurdity that washed over him, but the mysterious man's words were like a burning brand, searing into the depths of his ambition for power.

The vanished wine barrel, the mysterious power, and the ancient creed that sounded like a poem all strongly supported this bizarre prophecy.

He, a petty hoodlum from a poor background, is the chosen one destined to rule the dark world.

Even if he had risen to the position of the second-in-command of the Chicago Mafia, it still sounded like utter nonsense!
Han Solo stared intently at Al Capone, wondering whether he would immediately bow down in submission or...

Al Capone took a deep breath, and with lightning speed pulled out a gold-plated revolver from his pocket, firing three shots at Han Solo: "Bang, bang, bang!"
Gunshots echoed deafeningly in the closed wine cellar.

Han Solo remained completely still and unharmed.

He watched Al Capone fire the shot silently, his eyes like an unfathomable sea, or an abyss shrouded in thick fog.

The invisible pressure seemed to be building up layer by layer.

Ralph Capone was terrified, his legs gave way, and he collapsed to his knees.

Al Capone, on the other hand, seemed frozen in place, not daring to move an inch.

The room was dead silent.

The deathly silence was even more deafening than the sound of gunfire!
“…Go…God…” Ralph Capone managed to squeeze out a few broken syllables, a choked sob.

A sob broke the tense atmosphere that was about to explode. Al Capone silently put away his gun, lowered his head, and there was no longer any arrogance in his eyes.

"I humbly beg Your Excellency to forgive my offense."

All arrogance and violence, before this power that transcends the laws of physics, are like thin ice under the scorching sun, shattering and melting away completely.

Han Solo's breathing remained calm and unhurried, his head slightly lowered as he looked down at Al Capone, his deep voice striking the latter's heart: "You know nothing of true power! Chosen One."

“I forgive your ignorance this time! But if you dare to offend again, the dark forces will show you just how big a mistake this is.”

"Follow the guidance of the dark forces, chosen one."

"The first step is to unleash the nation's thirst for alcohol; the Dark Force will bring you an endless supply of pure, fine wine."

"The more the drunkard's desires are satisfied, the stronger the power of the Dark Force becomes, and the greater the assistance you will receive. Until... this murky dark world is unified under your authority!"

"..."

Al Capone kept his head down until Han Solo's figure disappeared behind the bar's hidden door, then he raised it to meet Ralph Capone's gaze, which was a mixture of admiration and lingering fear.

"My God, bro, how dare you fire a gun?!" Ralph Capone jumped up from the ground, embarrassed to admit that he had almost peed his pants from fright.

Alcapone took out another cigar, lit it, and slowly exhaled a wisp of smoke, as if exhaling the fear in his heart.

"If what he said is true, a few shots won't hurt him; if he's just faking it, then he's dead; if he doesn't die, then I'm truly the chosen one, and I shouldn't be killed on the spot."

Ralph Capone pondered the logic for a while before his mind finally caught on, and he looked at his younger brother with even greater admiration: "As expected of you, the chosen one!"

"My brother is the chosen one, the king of the world, hahaha!" More and more excited as he thought about it, Ralph Capone burst into a loud, rough laugh, which seemed to make his crocodile-like, empty eye sockets tremble.

Al Capone also laughed and took a deep drag on his cigar, the butt glowing red in the dim light, just like his burgeoning ambition.

"Wait, our wine hasn't been returned!" Ralph Capone laughed, then suddenly realized what was happening when he saw the empty wine cellar.

"..."

……

"Now I have the start-up capital!" Having left the underground bar and confirmed that no one was following him, "Han Solo" saw the barrel of liquor and the three warheads in his spatial backpack and deeply felt how hard it was to accumulate initial capital.

Logan didn't know if his family had always been poor or if his cheap father had drunk him out of money; apart from a house, he had no other possessions.

In this godforsaken place called America, you're not even worthy of being called a human being if you don't have money.

With a flick of the wrist, the bullet appeared in the palm of the hand, and you could even feel its heat.

The system is professional; as a bootlegging smuggler lurking in the shadows, survival skills are essential.

—As long as you react quickly, you can put all the bullets into your spatial backpack.

That makes sense, but when I actually faced a bullet, my heart still skipped a beat.

Very well, Al Capone's manic behavior of pulling out a gun and shooting at the drop of a hat has successfully rekindled Han Solo's deep disgust for old-fashioned lunatics.

A cool smile curved the corners of Han Solo's lips.

Forgive Al Capone's offense? Forgive my ass!

This debt has been recorded for him.

Of course, until all the value in this guy is squeezed out, his "chosen one" persona will remain unshaken.

Seeing the burning ambition in the other person's eyes, "Han Solo" believed that he could sell out any amount of wine provided to him in the first instance.

Yes, the "chosen one" persona is really useful!
With that in mind, Han Solo stepped into the Irish gang's territory.

……

"You are The Chosen One!"

Almost exactly the same performance, "Han Solo" stood before Donald O'Connor and solemnly proclaimed.

"..."

No, do I look like someone who's easy to fool?
Donald O'Connor, of course, did not recognize the disguise of his poor little cousin in front of him, and was speechless.

When someone offered him a stable supply of large quantities of bootlegging, he met with the person with some skepticism.

To my utter surprise, the other party came up like a charlatan, talking about "Jedi Knights" and the "Sith" organization, and even spouting nonsense about being the "Chosen One".
Damn it, these days even swindling gang leaders is going to do it?
Donald was about to blurt out, "You beach bum, are you looking for death?" when he choked the words back down his throat.

With a wave of his hand, Han Solo conjured up a 5,000-gallon barrel of wine.

屮!
Donald instinctively took a step back, his eyes widening instantly like saucers!
Han Solo stood with his hands behind his back, looking enigmatic: "This is the Dark Force!"

Donald glanced at "Han Solo," then at the stacked barrels, gritted his teeth, took two steps forward, and placed one hand on a barrel.

A real sense of touch, a real aroma of wine.

Donald pinched his thigh hard, almost screaming in pain.

This is not an illusion!

Donald's eyes changed.

So, this isn't a charlatan, but... a true god?
And he really is the so-called "chosen one"?!

As if a mysterious power surged into his body, a rush of hot blood shot straight to his shiny forehead. Tang, the World War I veteran who returned to be the boss, was so excited that his voice cracked, "Hahaha, I knew it! I survived being bombarded by cannons; I was born to do great things!"

"..." Han Solo's lips twitched.

"Big brother, no, master, I want to learn this too, the Dark Force! It's so cool!"

Donald's second reaction wasn't to pull out a gun, but rather that as the chosen one, he should naturally learn such an amazing ability.

Han Solo's nerves relaxed slightly, his acting remained on point, and his deep gaze seemed to see through the soul: "Only by becoming darkness, never marrying, never having children, and never enjoying wealth and glory, can one comprehend the true meaning of the dark forces."

"And you, the chosen one, have your mission. You will wear the crown of the dark world and be crowned with endless glory!"

"Your journey begins with the Dark Force bringing you a $10,000 bottle of fine wine. As you ignite the endless desires of drinkers with this wine, the Dark Force will always be with you!"

“I understand!” Donald rubbed his hands together, trying to make his voice sound serious enough. “I am destined to shoulder this heavy responsibility!”

When he heard that he had to "not marry or have children," he completely gave up on learning the Dark Force.

—The O'Connor family line cannot end with me!

Moreover, knowing that the wine wasn't given away for free, the last trace of doubt vanished.

“Master, this is my offering.”

At that moment, Donald suddenly had a brilliant idea. He quickly prepared $10,000 in cash, packed it in a small suitcase, and brought it back, presenting it to Donald with both hands.

How could it not work?
$10,000 was the value before Prohibition; now, even the most conscientious liquor dealers can sell it for three times that price.

He heard it clearly: apart from not being able to adulterate or falsify the product, the master wouldn't care what price it cost.

Han Solo casually waved his hand again, and the small suitcase disappeared into thin air, leaving Donald slightly disappointed.

That power is truly enviable.

But the thought that this power would ultimately help his great cause made Donald feel relieved.

But the thought of his upcoming conquest of the dark world filled him with renewed passion.

"Master, rest assured, I will do my utmost to offer sacrifices to the supreme dark primal force!"

Donald stood with his hands on his hips, as if he could see the chaotic streets of America and the greedy gangs groveling at his feet, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Hahaha, the first step to conquering the underworld is to take down those Italians to the south!"

"..." Han Solo's lips twitched as he thought about making two dishes out of one.

If you think about it this way, things become quite interesting!

……

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