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

Chapter 93 This martial world is too treacherous (Bonus chapter for 700 monthly votes)
Donald is really going all out!
In order to narrow down the search area, he waved his hand and offered a sky-high reward of 50,000 dollars!
At the same time, he made full use of the air superiority brought by Logan.

The value of the airplane became clear at this moment—they quickly printed countless copies of the swindler's portrait and bounty poster, which were then dropped by airplane into towns along the swindler's possible escape route.

The news and images spread at a speed far exceeding that of cars and trains.

This trick had an immediate effect.

Driven by the enormous bounty, countless eyes became Donald's informants. Donald's whereabouts were constantly being exposed.

He was driven to the brink of despair, hiding and fleeing, and finally, in a panic, he was forced back into Illinois.

This swindler is indeed quite capable; he wasn't caught and didn't get the reward money, but he didn't dare to go to crowded places anymore, so he could only flee to remote rural areas.

Donald and Logan, along with a large group of men, relentlessly pursued the enemy by car, following the constant stream of intelligence.

As they sped along a dusty country road, something strange suddenly appeared ahead: a car was veering wildly and erratically, with billowing dust behind it, clearly being chased by another vehicle, and gunshots could be heard from time to time!
"Hmm?" Donald's eyes lit up, and he narrowed them. "Is it that conman? Was he cornered by bounty hunters?"

He immediately ordered the convoy to speed up and outflank them.

When the distance closed and he could see the fleeing vehicles ahead more clearly, Donald froze.

The figure in the car, though disheveled, looked strangely familiar.

“Al Capone?!” Donald exclaimed.

Logan saw it too, and was equally bewildered.

At the same time, the people in the car opposite also saw Donald's large, menacing convoy and exclaimed in astonishment, "Donald?!"

Seeing that Donald's convoy had no intention of attacking him, Al Capone joined them. The pursuing cars, seeing an even larger convoy suddenly appear ahead, were so frightened that they immediately braked.

Al Capone, who had survived the ordeal, and Donald, who was filled with doubt, met face to face and asked almost simultaneously, "What the hell happened to you?!"

After asking, the two looked at each other, both of them looking disheveled and clearly having gone through some ups and downs, and their lips twitched involuntarily.

Perhaps desperately needing the other party's help to deal with the pursuers behind him, Al Capone didn't bother to hide anything anymore and simply explained the situation while cursing.

He traveled eastward, but unlike Donald, he didn't reveal his name as soon as he set out.

But while passing through a small town in Indiana, he was recognized by a sharp-eyed fellow Italian!
"Mr. Alcapone! Are you Mr. Alcapone from Chicago?"—This exclamation instantly attracted the attention of all the Italians, both fellow countrymen and admirers, who eagerly tried to get close to him.

Although Al Capone did not hold the same heroic status among the Irish community as Donald, the story of him recruiting Italian veterans and fighting against the American army was widely circulated among his fellow Italians, and he was recognized as a hero among Italians!
Al Capone was a little smug at the time, thinking that this trip was really an easy "return home in glory"!
Then, I almost died in my hometown!

A group of people started watching him after he left the town!
Because he was planning to "return home in glory," he only brought four bodyguards with him on this trip, and his only weapon was a pistol.

He was being hunted down by at least ten people, all of whom were Winchester M1894s!

The Winchester M1894 was the absolute king for hunting medium-sized game such as deer; Alcapone's pistols were utterly pathetic in comparison!

Al Capone tried to escape to areas with large populations or Mafia influence, but was repeatedly intercepted by heavy fire. Fighting his way back, he was forced back into Illinois territory, until he encountered Donald…

As they were talking, the pursuers behind them, seeing that they outnumbered them, probably began to back off and tried to reverse and escape.

"Damn it!" Alcapon's eyes were bloodshot as he gritted his teeth and said to Donald, "Lend me some men and weapons! I want to leave all these bastards behind!" Donald didn't refuse; he was also curious about who had such a deep grudge against the Italians.

With a wave of his hand, the convoy immediately launched a counterattack.

The counterattack was a foregone conclusion. Donald's convoy was not as poorly armed as Al Capone's, with a full complement of submachine guns and rifles. With an absolute advantage in firepower, the pursuers were quickly subdued, some dead and others wounded.

Upon interrogating one of them who was still breathing, Al Capone and Donald's faces instantly darkened.

The reason was so simple it made them want to vomit blood—the Prohibition Bureau had just issued a bounty on bootleggers! Their names and the bounties were prominently listed at the top of the list!

They managed to escape before they received any news.

As luck would have it, these desperados obtained a freshly issued bounty and stumbled upon Al Capone, who was only accompanied by a small number of men. Thus, their wickedness gave way to a desperate gamble...

Al Capone's face darkened because he almost became a bounty hunter.

Donald's face darkened because—"I'm only worth fifty thousand?!"

Damn it, he's already put a $50,000 bounty on the imposter!
Doesn't that mean he's worth the same as the fake?!

Donald glared at Al Capone, still unconvinced. Why was this fat guy worth ten thousand dollars more than him? Was it because he had more meat?
Al Capone: ...

I don't care about that at all!
However, I do find the "fake" you mentioned quite interesting.

Feeling a sense of shared misfortune, Donald also briefly recounted his own bizarre experience.

And so, the two powerful figures who dominated Chicago's underworld looked at each other, both seeing the same sentiment on each other's faces—

"This world is far too treacherous!"

They all shared the same painful lesson:
First, I absolutely must never reveal my name again! Fame can be a damn killer sometimes!

Secondly, when traveling, never be overconfident; always bring extra people and heavy equipment! Always be prepared for the fear of insufficient firepower!

Third... From now on, I have to check the almanac before going out!
Oh? The West doesn't have a Chinese almanac? Whatever, I'll check the date anyway!

At the same time, they also felt a similar sense of guilt—they wondered if the Venerable One/Master had noticed their disheveled appearance. Probably not, right?

Logan, who watched the whole thing: "..."

Speechless, and utterly exasperated, that's all there is to him!

I've already bought the plane, just waiting for you guys to "dominate the world," but what are you guys doing with the plane?!

It's like, one moment he had "I'm a force to be reckoned with, I roam freely, admired by all" playing background music in his head, and the next moment it suddenly changed to "Chrysanthemums are scattered all over the ground, your smile has turned yellow with sorrow"...

If he could change into a different identity now, he would definitely say—

You guys are truly the worst Chosen One class I've ever coached!
……

　Where are the monthly passes? Where are the monthly passes? Where are the monthly passes?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)