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

Chapter 96 The Racial Talents of Black People: Black

The frenzied, almost religious-like shouts in the warehouse gradually subsided, but the flames burning in everyone's eyes did not die out; instead, they burned even brighter.

Hughie knew that faith and passion alone were not enough; he had to transform this "divinely bestowed" wine mountain into tangible resources and power.

“Brothers!” Hughie’s voice pulled everyone back to reality from the afterglow of excitement. “The glory of the holy city of Wakanda guides us, and the gifts of the Dark God sustain us.”

"But now, we need to take the first real step—turn these wines into our first pot of gold!"

At this point, Leo, who was relatively more experienced, stepped forward.

He frowned and analyzed, "Hughie, Black people have almost no advantage in traditional sales channels. White people's underground bars and clubs won't easily open up to us, and our own communities have limited purchasing power."

Then, changing the subject, a shrewd glint in his eyes, he said, "However, there is an easier way—let the market come to us."

“When other sources of goods are scarce or even disappear, those distributors and pub owners will naturally seek out new sources of supply like sharks smelling blood, even if the suppliers are us black people.”

This coincides with Hughie's vague plan!

“You’re right, Leo. We need to create a ‘liquor shortage’.”

Warriors whose beliefs have been ignited cannot afford to wait; they act immediately.

Although Mississippi is also a coastal state, like many southern states, it had many bootlegging dens that illegally produced alcohol to evade taxes long before Prohibition.

Therefore, even with the ban on alcohol, large-scale imports of bootlegging were relatively few, and localized bootlegging was more common.

Some are clandestine brewing dens hidden in basements in residential areas, but those with larger production volumes are the large-scale brewing dens located in remote mountainous areas or dense forests.

These mountain hideouts often use streams as water and power sources, are highly concealed, and can even produce industrial-grade liquor, making them an important pillar of the state's bootlegging market.

Hughie and his team's first goal was to eliminate these hideouts.

First, we need to figure out the distribution of these hideouts!

And these veterans with battlefield reconnaissance skills came in handy.

They split into smaller groups of three to five, and relying on their familiarity with the local terrain, began a comprehensive investigation of known and suspected illegal brewing dens.

During the day, they observed from a distance the unusual smoke, tire tracks, and suspicious vehicles frequently passing by in the mountains and forests.

At night, they changed into black clothes and, with the added advantage of their innate "racial talent"—dark skin—approached to scout like ghosts.

The most recent group even got right up to the nose of a distillery built into a cave, and clearly saw white workers busy inside: diluting the crudely brewed rum with water, then bottling it and loading it onto horse-drawn carts.

They even overheard the foreman arranging the transport vehicles: "Same time, four in the morning, take the old road to the west, and deliver it to Macon's 'old place'."

Similar intelligence reports kept pouring in from various teams to Hughie. A detailed map of the bootlegging locations and their operating schedules gradually became clear.

Everyone was eager to take them down one by one.

But Hughie disagreed.

Those who dare to drink illicit liquor are wolves, and wolves never fail to retaliate when attacked.

These worldly, proactive, and "awakened" comrades are rare talents in the Black community, and he would be heartbroken to lose any one of them.

"We don't need to do this kind of rough work ourselves; there are plenty of people who are willing to do it!"

Hughie chose to report the incident to a Prohibition agent named Prince.

Leo exclaimed, "I thought all the federal Prohibition agents were colluding with bootleggers and taking bribes! I never expected you to find such an honest agent!"

Hughie’s tone was full of sarcasm. “No, he’s far from honest.”

“But he will definitely investigate, and he will investigate very diligently.”

"Because he himself was secretly running a bootlegging operation, and these were his competitors."

Leo: "..." "Is this also... a revelation from God?" he murmured.

"No!" Hughie's voice suddenly turned heavy and indignant. "This is not a divine revelation, this is a lesson learned in blood!"

His gaze swept over his comrades who had gathered around him, and he slowly recounted a true story that had been deliberately buried—

In Tulsa, Oklahoma, a wealthy Black man bought 40 acres of land and named it Greenwood after the Mississippi town.

Greenwood offered Black people every opportunity for development, attracting many Black businessmen to settle there. It quickly became the most prosperous and affluent community built by Black people themselves, with banks, hotels, and beautiful residences...

"That proves that we Black people are fully capable of building our own lives!"

“But just last year, a mob of white thugs stormed into Greenwood based on a ridiculous rumor! They used Molotov cocktails, improvised explosive devices, and even deployed biplanes to attack and set fire to the Black community, resulting in the deaths of hundreds of Black people, including women and children, and leaving more than 10,000 Black residents homeless.”

"The homeland that Black people created through their self-reliance, unity, and hard work, and those hardworking Black pioneers, were reduced to ashes!"

Hughie's voice trembled with pain: "One of my aunts was killed in there."

"The Oklahoma and Tulsa governments chose to distort and cover up the truth, blaming the Black victims as the instigators of the riots, and not a single white mobster was convicted! Most newspapers didn't even mention the riots!"

“And Prince… I found out he was one of those thugs! He used the money he stole to pull strings and get into the Prohibition Bureau! Moreover, he used his position to suppress other bootleggers and promote his own business!”

Some of the comrades already knew, some had vaguely heard rumors, and some were hearing about this horrific tragedy for the first time. But everyone's eyes were red, and their chests were filled with anger and grief!

Hughie gritted his teeth and said, "See? It's not that we Black people don't want to build, don't want to progress!"

"But there will always be white people like Prince who won't allow it! They will use the most despicable and violent means to destroy everything we have!"

"If we are not prepared to shed blood, and if we do not have a more ruthless determination than them, we should never dream that our cause can succeed!"

Nothing teaches a lesson better than reality.

"I'm going to kill that son of a bitch!" A comrade who was hearing about the Tulsa Massacre for the first time suddenly stood up, his eyes bloodshot, unable to contain his desire to take revenge immediately.

Hughie stopped him, his eyes burning with hatred, but also with a calm born of grief. "Let him contribute to the cause of Black people first. Once he's no longer of use..."

Hughie recalled the advice Han Solo had once given him—

Do you know what the strongest racial talent of Black people is?

"……black?"

"..."

"You're right on one point: it's about having a black heart!"

"The strongest Black man must be Black inside and out. Only a Black man with the greatest talent can truly protect his people!"

Hughie got it!

So when Prohibition agent Prince received these detailed anonymous tip-offs, he was overjoyed!

While inwardly thanking the unknown "righteous citizen" for helping him eliminate his rival, he immediately took action.

In a short time, numerous illegal brewing dens in Mississippi were targeted and targeted, with a large amount of brewing equipment confiscated and destroyed, and the bootleg liquor publicly destroyed.

This sudden "law enforcement storm" even attracted the attention of local media, and Agent Prince became a "law enforcement vanguard," enjoying immense prestige.

Meanwhile, bootlegging by Black people began to quietly fill the market gap.

Everyone has a bright future ahead of them!

……

　True racial talent~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)