Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 217 [Is this the end of the road?]

King's capital.

South area.

Since the capital was built, the South District has always been an area inhabited by new immigrants, natives, and people from all walks of life.

Countless creatures from beneath the black mud have multiplied, taken root, and blossomed into magnificent flowers here.

The flower of evil.

Initially, the South District was firmly in the hands of the new immigrants, which was also the most prosperous era for the Royal Capital Mafia.

Those men, wearing newsboy caps and carrying razors hidden in their hands and brims, came and went like the wind, taking the lives of their enemies in the darkest of nights.

They were like the most tenacious weeds, eventually breaking through the dull earth.

No one in the southern district dared to disobey their orders, and even the nobles in the central district trembled with fear at the mere mention of their names.

They built a grand sanctuary, a prosperous family, donned magnificent robes, and danced a bloody yet glamorous dance in the capital of that era.

But now, everything has vanished with the wind.

Those once-great surnames are now reduced to empty, gaudy clothing and overly tall hats. No one hides a razor in their hat anymore, and no one has the courage to slit someone's throat in the dark.

The current capital city mafia is nothing more than a laughing stock in other people's mouths.

Just like this time.

Offal Dog Tavern.

The rough men laughed wildly and drank heavily.

Then someone started talking loudly about the Mafia.

"Hey, I hooked up with a girl last night, it was awesome!"

What's so exciting about it?

"Guess whose woman that is?"

"Whose woman?"

"Gold Tooth Henry's!"

"Haha! You got lucky, kid!"

The atmosphere instantly brightened upon hearing the name Henry the Gold Tooth.

Because Henry the Gold Tooth is the eldest son of the leader of the Bartley family, a Mafia family that has been under intense attack these past few days.

The Bartley family was once a family on par with the Martino family, and even once ruled the church.

But this very family was utterly wiped out by a group of new immigrants who had only recently arrived.

The chieftain's eldest son had no choice but to offer up his woman in order to save his life.

However, it was of no use.

He lost his woman, his wealth, his family's honor, his father's life, and his own.

The Bartley family was essentially wiped out just two days ago.

Apart from some peripheral members, the core of the family was wiped out, and the family business was also completely swallowed up.

And this is only part of the picture of the downfall of the capital's mafia. At the same time, in other taverns, other new immigrants are using other families as a source of pride.

This is the end of the Mafia.

The atmosphere in the tavern quickly reached its peak amidst wave after wave of unrestrained laughter and boasting.

Just then, the lights in the tavern suddenly went out.

The people in the tavern were momentarily stunned, and someone shouted loudly what had happened.

The next moment, gunshots rang out.

It sounded as densely as muffled thunder in the darkness.

Instantly, screams of agony rang out from many people.

What followed was a series of collisions of tables and chairs, and shouting and cursing.

The gunfire never stopped.

Everything seemed to be coming to an end amidst this overwhelming barrage of firepower.

Just then, a deep and powerful shout rang out: "Praise the sun, grant me light, grant me fire!" The next moment.

A small sun rose in the dimly lit tavern, illuminating everything filled with the smoke of battle.

Indeed, many people died in the sudden bursts of gunfire, without even having time to react.

However, several people found cover and survived.

Others emerged unscathed, calmly observing the entire battlefield from a safe distance.

As the sun rose, it was like a signal that the counterattack was about to begin.

The sun not only dispelled the darkness, but its light even stopped the bullets.

"Those cowards are outside! Charge out and kill them all!"

Accompanied by shouts, the survivors began their sprint.

They were incredibly agile, and subsequent bullets couldn't lock onto them at all; they were like wild beasts in the mountains, rampaging and crashing about.

The sun slowly moved from inside the tavern into the darkness outside, leaving the gunmen with nowhere to hide.

They tried to repel the enemy with their superior firepower, but the enemy had weapons that were even more powerful than firearms.

That is their bodies, and the energy hidden within them.

They quickly relied on the power of their true names to reach the gunmen, and then, like their ancestors, they moved like the wind, sliding their enemies' throats.

Looking at the young faces before them, their expressions of terror, the equally young new immigrants let out a loud scream, like the howl of a pack of wolves.

Someone seized a gun and shouted excitedly, "It's a Winster typewriter! No wonder it's so powerful! Haha, these old geezers really went all out!"

The gunmen were forced into retreat.

Some people could no longer bear the fear and began to flee.

Some people were still insisting: "Go tell the leader quickly, the Water Dogs have failed."

This is the team that Vasini led.

Tonight, he split his forces into three groups, intending to take advantage of the Old World immigrant gangs' relaxed state of mind and fight to the death.

For this, he risked his entire fortune, the family guards he had painstakingly built up over the past three years.

They also spent a lot of money to buy a large number of Winster typewriters through special channels.

however……

The battle had barely begun, yet it seemed to be over already.

It wasn't just the Underwater Dog Tavern that suffered a major blow.

Vasini's own troops were also intercepted.

He even sensed a conspiracy, as the other party was clearly on guard.

"Vassini, you're too naive. Do you really think you can turn the tide by yourself? Why do you think no one else is willing to participate in this operation besides you?"

A mocking voice came from the darkness.

Vasini held his breath. It was one thing for no one in the family alliance to want to participate in this operation, but to say that someone had betrayed him...

impossible.

These are families that have been allied for many years, and many things are already intertwined; they share the same fate, whether it's prosperity or ruin.

Could it be that……

Vasini recalled his father's words to him: "Don't trust anyone except your family."

"Vassini, your era has ended."

The sound in the darkness was getting closer.

He knew that he was one of the top experts among the immigrants from the Old World, and they had met once before.

This same person spearheaded most of the operations against the Royal Capital Mafia.

Is it finally time to put an end to this?

Vasini took a deep breath, gripped his gun tightly, and began to pray silently.

"Still praying? Your god can't save you! Die in this darkness!"

(End of this chapter)