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

Chapter 95 Wakanda, why are you so late? (Please vote with monthly tickets!)

The founding meeting of the Irish American Mutual Aid Organization was a complete success.

Representatives from each settlement, overjoyed at the windfall, rushed back to find partners and gather market information to facilitate the "smuggled liquor."

Meanwhile, the Italian, Alcapon, is said to have secretly gone to New York, where he's reportedly brewing some big move.

Ironically, it was Hughie, the weakest Black player, who had already started "business".

Of course, we also need a little help from "Han Solo".

Hughie secretly contacted hundreds of Black veterans who, like him, had returned from the European battlefields.

In a dilapidated warehouse far from the main road, Hughie stood before his old comrades who had shed blood and sweat for the country but received only discrimination, poverty, and hopelessness, and began his sermon.

He combined his own reflections to further refine His Holiness's "Wakanda Holy City Theory"—

“Long, long ago, God was born in the darkness and nothingness of the universe.”

"After a very long time, God created himself in the form of a dark male, using the original darkness that gave birth to Him. Then God created humankind, with wisdom and equally sacred dark skin, in the image of His perfect black form."

“After that, God went into hibernation.”

"The level of civilization created by the first humans is beyond the imagination of anyone today. They built a holy city in the heart of the African continent—Wakanda!"

"Under the holy light of Wakanda, some tribes left Africa and scattered throughout the world. Because they were no longer exposed to the holy light, their sacred black skin degenerated!"

"One day, Wakanda disappeared for unknown reasons, and the people of the world could no longer love each other. They killed each other and hated each other..."

"Until one day, the God of Darkness awoke, and he prophesied: When the purest humans—the black people—unite, the Holy City will reappear in the world, and all humanity will return to a world of great harmony!"

Hughie's voice was deep and powerful, and his eyes were burning.

However, Leo covered his face with his hands.

The other old comrades looked at each other, and some whispered, wondering what had provoked Hughie.

Hughie wasn't surprised by everyone's reaction.

He simply spoke in an extremely sincere, even pleading tone:

“Brothers, I know this all sounds unbelievable. I only ask that you do one thing for me and for all our suffering people.”

"I only ask that you join me here in a sincere prayer. Not to God, not to any white god, but to our lost holy city, to the god of darkness, and ask Him to reveal Himself and give us revelation and strength!"

Seeing the hesitant expressions on everyone's faces, he emphasized, "Consider it... fulfilling a crazy wish of mine!"

His attitude was so sincere, and his eyes so clear, that he didn't seem to have completely lost his mind.

Moreover, it wasn't a difficult thing. Out of camaraderie and a little curiosity, they looked at each other and no one objected.

As Hughie had requested, they sat down against the wall near the gate, leaving the large open space inside the warehouse cleared out.

A hundred or so people sat scattered around, pondering Hughie's "crazy talk" while silently chanting "Long live Wakanda" in their hearts.

Time ticked by, and the warehouse was silent except for their breathing. Deep inside the empty warehouse, only dust danced in the dim light.

Hughie sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, his face calm, as if he were immersed in some kind of meditation.

Gradually, some people couldn't stand it anymore and nudged the person next to them with their elbow, giving them a look that said, "What on earth are we doing?"

Just as more and more people were losing patience and wanting to break the silence—

A sudden change occurred!

There are no signs.

Right in the center of the warehouse, the dust under the lights seemed to be violently squeezed and twisted by an invisible giant hand!
Then, to everyone's astonishment, huge, neatly stacked wooden crates appeared out of thin air, as if they had been printed out from nothing!

Not just one or two, but hundreds and thousands! They piled up quickly and silently, forming a magnificent "mountain of boxes" in the blink of an eye, almost filling the entire warehouse!
"Aaaaaah!" "Oh my God!!"

"What the hell is this?!"

Some of the comrades who were originally sitting screamed in fright; some jumped up in fright; and many more froze on the spot, their eyes wide open like saucers.

Some people clung tightly to the crosses on their chests, frantically making the sign of the cross while muttering incoherent prayers.

Leo, standing next to Hughie, stared wide-eyed, his mouth agape, as if a fist the size of a bowl could fit inside. He was completely petrified, his worldview shattered in that instant!

Hughie slowly opened his eyes, looking at the "mountain of wine" that had appeared out of nowhere, his eyes calm and undisturbed.

He stood up, turned around, and said in a terrifyingly calm tone, "This is a manifestation of Wakanda, a gift from the God of Darkness!"

Everyone lost the ability to speak.

Outside the warehouse, "Han Solo," hidden in the shadows, gently withdrew his hand from the wall—he was now quite adept at "delivering goods" to the warehouse remotely—and quietly left.

Inside the warehouse, a deathly silence lasted for more than ten seconds.

Suddenly, a man let out a strange cry and lunged at the nearest box, prying open the lid with trembling hands—it was full of beer.

It was Hughie who invited them to do this business!

He bit open the bottle cap with his teeth and poured the icy liquid into his mouth without any regard for the consequences, as if he wanted to use this real sensory stimulation to confirm that he was not dreaming!

"It's true! It's true!" he murmured to himself, his eyes unfocused, as if he couldn't bear the enormous shock.

More people rushed forward, opening each box to find real beer inside.

This is not an illusion! This is not a dream!
They were crying and laughing, acting like madmen.

Some people even knelt on the ground, pressing their foreheads against the cold cement floor, their bodies convulsing violently.

They had absolutely no idea how to express the overwhelming shock they felt!
As the initial frenzy subsided, everyone's attention once again focused on Hughie.

There was no longer any doubt in their eyes, only boundless awe, fervor, and bewilderment that desperately needed answers.

As if knowing what they wanted to ask, Hughie spoke slowly, his voice carrying a solemnity befitting a divine mandate:

"I am fortunate to be the child of darkness of this generation, and to have been enlightened by the supreme dark god, and to have the mission of leading my people to awaken and to find the lost holy city of Wakanda."

A simple sentence, yet it struck like a thunderbolt!

The Black veterans listened silently, and then, someone started crying, and the cries joined together.

They cried their hearts out, their bodies trembling with grief.

They didn't even know why they were crying.

Perhaps it is a cry for the scorn and oppression she has suffered throughout her life;
Perhaps it is a lament for the blood and tears shed by generations of ancestors and the lost glory;
Perhaps it was because the freedom and dignity that seemed so distant and even unimaginable had finally seen a glimmer of hope;
Or perhaps, they are simply crying, Wakanda, why are you so late!

As they cried, one of them mustered all their strength and hoarsely shouted, "Long live Wakanda!"

The second person immediately joined in, shouting, "Long live Wakanda!"

The third, the fourth… Finally, everyone stood up, tears streaming down their faces, uttering the most sincere and frantic shouts of their lives:
Long live Wakanda!

Hughie looked at his carefully selected old comrades-in-arms, whose spirits had not been completely worn down, and saw that each of them had a fanatical look in their eyes.

He knew that his team was beginning to take shape.

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　Uh, I'm super busy today, I'll add more tomorrow~~~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)