Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 213 [New Deal]

Then Ethan and his friends actually played nine more rounds.

The dice were changed three times during this period.

As a result, Jensen didn't win a single game.

What's strange is that almost every time, Ethan's points weren't very high, but Jason's were only two or three points lower.

By the time the tenth round was over, Ethan was already shaking his head: "At this rate, you probably won't have any parts of your body left that belong to you, Jason. Do you want to continue?"

Jason shook his head: "I'm not playing anymore, cripple, go get the knife."

Then, one of his henchmen, who was actually limping, came over with a knife and placed it in front of Ethan.

"Come on, what should we start with, our hands?"

Jason spread his hands out, looking at Ethan with an expression that said, "Come and get it."

Ethan nodded and picked up the knife.

The moment he picked up the knife, the expressions on the faces of the people in the room changed. Many of them quietly reached for their waists, while others clenched their fists.

The same goes for Carlos.

But the next moment, Ethan had vanished.

He arrived in front of Jensen with unimaginable speed, and then brought down the knife.

Jason's men didn't draw their guns until Ethan's knife fell, and they pulled the triggers, but the guns misfired.

"Haha, why are you all so tense? It was just a joke, why are you all drawing your guns?"

Ethan's knife didn't sever Jason's hand; it merely grazed his skin and stuck the knife into the table.

Jensen's muscles twitched as he forced a smile: "Yes...yes, it was just a joke. We're all friends here. What are you doing? Put your weapons away."

He was actually covered in cold sweat.

He had only intended to give this young man from Winston a hard time.

After all, he looked down on people from rural places like Winster. The so-called important figures in Winster's underground were so young; he completely scoffed at them.

Who would have thought this guy was so tough?

When this guy attacked just now, he didn't have the slightest ability to resist.

If this guy wanted to, he'd be dead.

Ethan sat back down, while Jason was already telling his men to bring up the best wines, and said to Carlos, "Carlo, come on, don't be angry. It's my fault. I'll apologize to you with this wine."

Carlos didn't appreciate it, just snorted and sat down next to Ethan.

"Hey buddy, let me reintroduce myself. I'm Jason, people usually call me Shark Jason. I know a lot of people in the port area, so feel free to come to me if you need anything."

As he spoke, he poured himself a glass and drank it all in one gulp as an apology.

"Ethan, just call me Ethan." Ethan also drank a little.

At this point, Carlos spoke up: "In the capital, we have a lot of goods that we sell to him." "Oh, speaking of goods, your goods are absolutely fantastic. There are no better goods at the same price point. I love you guys."

Jason drank another glass as he spoke.

"What are your plans for coming to the capital this time? Are you looking for new buyers?"

"That's not it."

Ethan shook his head.

"We just have some new business recently and want to expand our customer base."

"Oh, what kind of business?"

“Here.” Ethan casually pulled out his ebony gun from his clothes. “Oh? This thing? How much do you produce, and what quality?” Jason’s eyes lit up when he saw Ethan’s gun.

“Right now, we’re focusing on the long ones, the kind that go ‘clack clack clack clack,’” Ethan imitated the sound of a Winston typewriter.

"Typewriters?! How many are there?!" Jason was even more excited. He was really craving this new type of firearm. These days, Johnny Blackbird had been causing trouble in the capital, and the Winster typewriters had been shining brightly, driving the sheriffs back one after another. This made the people underground really want to get their hands on one and try it out.

"There's plenty of goods, but I'm new to the capital and don't know much about it. Could you give me a rundown of the situation here?"

Ethan's goods are half real and half fake.

He really does want to sell weapons.

As the Winston typewriter became wildly popular and spread, his real name, "Master of Guns and Bullets," grew larger and more mature, like a fruit about to fall to the ground.

Correspondingly, his abilities are also growing stronger; he can now issue commands to the gun-shaped Winster typewriter.

You must not harm any members of the Poletta family.

This is also why he is preparing to start selling this weapon; at least, it won't be shot at his own people.

The other half was that he genuinely wanted to understand the situation beneath the capital more specifically.

Although he had obtained the specific list from Helosh, words could not compare to the perception of someone truly underground.

"No problem, ask me anything you want to know, that's all..."

"I'll give you a 20% discount on the first batch of goods."

"it is good!"

Jensen beamed with joy.

Ethan began to ask more in-depth questions.

Jason introduced himself, saying he belonged to the local gang in the capital and was affiliated with Lockheed Robbie, one of the three big bosses of the local gang.

Lockerbie was called the Sea King because his main territory was in the port area, and he had the closest relationship with the docks.

Then, Jason brought up two relatively recent events concerning the underground forces in the capital.

One of them is Johnny Blackbird.

This guy's origins are unknown. It's said he used to hang out in the Midwest, where he robbed many banks, which resulted in the local sheriff's office and the Kingdom Protection Department joining forces to deal with him.

Even so, they couldn't catch him. He even came to the capital and provoked them, saying he wanted to rob all the banks in the capital.

This guy has caused chaos in the capital these past few days, and they've all been dragged into it. The sheriff has been coming to cause trouble every few days, suspecting that someone is hiding Johnny the Blackbird.

In reality, this guy doesn't fit in with any of them.

Another issue is the underground conflict.

Over the past six months, the conflict between the Mafia and Old World immigrant gangs has intensified, and formal fighting has begun in the last two months.

The current situation is that Old World immigrant gangs have gained a complete advantage.

Because of the lack of unity among the Mafia, coupled with the decline of talent in the Martino family, the oldest and largest Mafia family, they have been losing more and more recently. Not only is their territory being eroded, but even other Mafia families that were originally allies have defected.

If things continue like this, the Mafia may have to slowly withdraw from the underground scene of the capital.

Ethan then chatted with Jason for quite a while.

It was almost midnight when I came out.

Carlos looked at Ethan apologetically, as if he wanted to say something.

Ethan shook his head: "Isn't everything going smoothly, Carlos? Don't apologize to me."

Carlos nodded; he could no longer see the young man in front of him clearly.

(End of this chapter)