American Comics: The Invincible Wheel of Fortune

"Oh my god, how could this happen..."

Diana, who was floating on the sea next to Jasmine, was stunned when she saw this strange phenomenon that she could not understand at all.

"It's hard for people to face and admit things they don't understand. Most of them are misinterpretations and conjectures. This is the human heart, complex and ever-changing."

After all, Jasmine was the head of the family who started cheating when her mental age was 9 years old. She still went to the dilapidated Star City for a while and saw enough.

With a long sigh and another wave of his hand, the other white man took out his revolver, staggered again, and made the same mistake as the one with the whip, and pulled the trigger.

There was a bang, a wisp of smoke, and a wailing sound, hitting the leg of another white man who also took out a gun.

Then there was a second boom.

Then chaos finally broke out.

"Hurry, run quickly, voodoo is too powerful, let's go find the priest!"

A group of white people broke into pieces and collided with the crowd of onlookers, causing even greater panic. On the contrary, the black people who were whipped raised their heads and looked at the black people surrounding them, men and women, with a blank look on their faces. There were men in their prime, young men, and teenagers, and they fell on their knees toward him.

What the hell?

Finally, there was a series of rapid whistles, and several knights with six-pointed star badges carrying rifles stopped the chaos of the crowd.

Finally, the chaos was calmed down, and one of the white people who was initially panicked returned to the black people with a mounted police officer.

"Sir, my suggestion is to shoot them immediately. Look at them, they are so weird."

"Where is your ship owner? Who is in charge?"

"The one lying on the ground." The guide pointed to the one who started beating people.

"...It's better to go ask the priest."

Looking at the black people gathered in a circle, kneeling to a confused black man, the Mounted Policeman was also said a bit vaguely, what if there really is voodoo or something, and he might be cursed if he kills him, earning such a salary , not worth it.

"It doesn't seem to be of much help..."

Jasmine and Diana had already landed on a ship, put on long skirts, sleeves, scarves and hats, and put on a gemstone necklace respectively, and they became two eldest ladies from wealthy families of this era.

Then he left a ruby ​​for the owner of the clothes.

During the voyage and while diving, Jasmine was lucky enough to discover a sunken ship and gained a lot.

"I'm sorry, I didn't think carefully." Diana was even more unaccustomed to such restrained clothing than Jasmine. She was awkward, but she didn't know that things would develop like this.

"I don't blame you, I didn't think too much about it."

"So what should we do? Do those people still have a chance to save them?"

"Either make things bigger and really scare them away?"

"But there are also women and children here. Some of them were injured in the panic just now..."

"Yes, the person who tied the bell needs to untie it. Just wake up that damn guy. With my current mental strength, if I work hard, I should be able to do it. Diana, come and protect me."

"Okay, don't worry, leave it to me."

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"Ah!!! Voodoo is taking control of Donald's body!!!"

"Shet! Shut up! Stop talking nonsense! Barron, you coward! Where's that loser Eric? I just fainted, I just fell down... Soul Bomb! It's all you who made me look embarrassed, look. I won’t beat you to death!”

Regardless of the blood on his face, Donald walked towards a group of black people with a whip and slapped them all over their heads and faces.

The whipping made a group of people howl and scream.

Everyone felt relieved and breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that everything was a misunderstanding. That's fine, that's fine. It's fine if it's not voodoo.

But they didn't realize that the whip cracked loudly and the black man was rolling on the ground screaming in pain, but there were no obvious wounds.

Finally, the black people were trembling after being beaten again. Donald seemed to have regained his face, and then he was satisfied. He walked up to the mounted policeman triumphantly, said a few words, laughed, and gave him some hard-earned money. Huyou left and helped evacuate the crowd of onlookers.

"Soul bomb! Go to a doctor! Do you really want Ivan to bleed to death!? Seek a priest? Voodoo? Have you smoked too many black lumps of soul bombs? Hurry up and move them all, or no one will do it this month. I want to get paid!!!”

Donald roared for a while, and he held a few younger brothers. Those who were looking for doctors looked for doctors, and those who managed black people managed black people.

Everything seemed to be back to normal again.

"My shelduck! My head hurts so much. That fat white man Donald's brain is so filthy that even maggots can't survive there..."

Donald returned to the captain's cabin on his ship and said he wanted to be alone to think about things.

Only then did Jasmine wake up, slapping her forehead and complaining of pain.

"Thank you for your hard work, Jasmine." Diana hugged Jasmine and gently rubbed her temples.

"That's right, it's been so hard, so hard, Diana, you have to make it up to me." Just as Jasmine was about to say it was okay, she rolled her eyes and buried her whole face into Diana's deep career line, feeling depressed. He sounded sullen and acted pitifully.

"Okay, okay..." Diana looked helplessly doting.

"Let's go to that fat white man's boat. A good man must fight to the end..." After receiving the promise, Jasmine was very motivated.

So, it was night, and Donald's boat sailed all the way to the north, where there was finally a little hope.

Jasmine not only "persuaded" Donald and his crew with her spiritual power, but also figured out what era it was now and where this place was.

1858, South Coast, Miami.

Two years before the American southern states seceded from the Union.

Three years before the American Civil War officially started.

It was also four years before one of America's most famous presidents, Abraham Lincoln, issued the "Emancipation Proclamation."

At this time, it was said that the sale of black slaves had been banned, but the existing ones had not yet been liberated.

The vast plantations in the southern part of the United States had slave owners who treated the treaties as nothing for the sake of profit.

It just changed the word and became smuggling, blatant smuggling, but in fact there is no difference.

The conflict of interests between the southern planters and the northern capitalists was also intensifying and escalating in an all-round way. The Civil War broke out, and all it needed was a real trigger.

"So we'd better go north. Only when the Civil War broke out did Lincoln sign the Emancipation Proclamation and have a chance to do something."

Jasmine and Diana hitch a ride on Donald's coattails and discuss their next steps.

"We can use Donald, an old fat man, as our agent. We happen to have a lot of jewelry and gold and silver that we need to digest. Then with the funds, we can find an industry to do it. With the capital, we can better help others."

"Can't we do it ourselves?" Diana got tired of thinking of the old fat man.

"Well, in this era, not only what you see, but also more discrimination and injustice, not only for black people, but also remember those half-bald people with braids? I still have one-eighth of the blood over there, that The country, ruled by a group of alien colonists, is decaying and weak, and is being invaded by these so-called countries in the civilized world... Women also have very little social status in this era."

"...What happened to this world?"