Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 254 [Electromagnetic Universal Center]

Wangdu West District.

Pendulum Town Bar.

In the warehouse where the wine is stored.

Behind the boxes filled with bootleggings, Trevor was sitting opposite a man who was completely covered up.

That man was none other than Trafford, who was currently being investigated by the Internal Affairs Department of the Royal Security Bureau.

Last night, after he discovered that he couldn't contact his trusted subordinates, he knew something was wrong.

So he immediately contacted his boss, Michelle.

Michelle told him to leave immediately and find a place to hide.

Trafford had no choice but to comply.

He just couldn't understand why Karst had failed.

With his abilities, the Royal Capital Mafia has no chance of winning.

Trafford's initial concern was that after Karst wiped out the capital's mafia, there would be no one to control him, which is why he wanted to bring in Trevor to keep him in check. He never expected Karst to be defeated so inexplicably.

The situation has now deteriorated to an extreme degree. He has been persecuted out of the security bureau, and crucially, Michelle seems to be giving up on him.

This is absolutely not possible.

He worked so hard to get to where he is today, he absolutely cannot lose it all.

So he went to find Trevor again.

"Don't look around, this place is perfectly safe. Even those dogs from the Prohibition Bureau can't find it. You don't need to worry."

Seeing Trafford looking around anxiously, Trevor smiled and offered a word of comfort.

But these words were of no use to Trafford, since the Prohibition Bureau was nothing compared to the Kingdom Guard.

"So, what instructions do you have today, our esteemed Inspector Trafford?"

Trevor was languid, as if he had forgotten that Trafford disliked the title of inspector.

"Attack the South District immediately; it is currently vulnerable."

Trafford didn't care about anything else; what he needed most now was to turn the tide.

Do you think I look stupid, Inspector?

Trevor smiled.

"what do you want?"

Trafford looked into his eyes.

"The Royal Security Bureau cannot interfere."

Trevor said slowly.

Trafford nodded.

This assessment, consistent with his own, suggests that Vasini had absolutely no chance of defeating Karst.

But Karst still lost, so the only possibility is that it received help.

The only help could come from Joseph, who was eager to resolve everything.

He had underestimated Joseph before. This time, he was determined to keep a close eye on the guy and prevent him from interfering.

"Also, after this is done, I want to have exclusive control of the South District. You need to help me resolve any business troubles."

Trevor continued to make offers.

"no problem."

Trafford is now beyond caring about anything else; all he wants is to take everything back, and what he has to pay for it is irrelevant.

"make a deal."

Trevor snapped his fingers, and naturally, two bottles of wine were handed over.

He opened one bottle for himself and handed the other to Trafford. "Come on, let's celebrate our victory in advance."

Trafford would never have touched such a thing before, but now he simply opened the bottle with his bare hand and clinked glasses with Trafford.

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Ethan was really into writing the script, and he didn't stop until the early hours of the morning.

So he overslept again.

However, Anya had already arranged his schedule.

This afternoon I went to meet Kevin's movie friend at 3 PM at the Electromagnetic General Center.

While getting up to wash up, Ethan suddenly realized something: nowadays, most movies are probably silent, which would greatly diminish the value of his script.

With this feeling in mind, Ethan's previously boundless creativity suddenly became somewhat depleted.

But he still decided to meet the director, even if it was a silent film, it would still be a good business opportunity.

After changing into comfortable casual clothes, Ethan ate some bread and drank a cup of coffee before heading out.

On his way there, he was reading the latest edition of the Kingdom Deep Observer.

Today's topic is still the Kingdom Protection Bureau report, delving into Trafford's past and background.

This is actually a subtle hint about the person behind him.

Yes, Joseph wasn't satisfied with just bringing down Trafford; he also wanted Michelle to get into trouble.

He went to great lengths and used many connections to ensure that Herlosh was not arrested that day and could continue to produce new content the next day.

Ethan watched for a while and found that there was nothing sensational; it was mostly just hearsay.

This is quite normal. The person he arrested that day was Trafford's confidant. At most, he knew a little about Trafford's dirty deeds, but he couldn't possibly know anything beyond that.

That's probably the end of the story.

This electromagnetic general-purpose center is also located in the North District, and Anya had already investigated it in advance.

In reality, this is an invention company that leans more towards a laboratory setting.

Its founder is very famous, Azeratu Solas, a leading figure in the world of electrical science who promoted electricity throughout the kingdom and even influenced the Old World.

He owns patents for most electrical products on the market, making him an absolute rising star in the new era.

Even King Lucien II frequently received him and discussed inventions and electricity-related topics with him.

Kevin's friend was an employee of Azeratu.

As soon as Ethan got out of the car, he saw the building, which was called a company but was actually a laboratory, and felt a strong scientific research atmosphere.

This is an entire building designed in the shape of a lightning ball, about six stories high, and it looks very imposing.

Kevin, who had made an appointment with Ethan yesterday, was already waiting downstairs.

Seeing Ethan get out of the car, he quickly came up to him and said, "Boss, you've arrived. This is my friend, Frans Finch. Finch, this is my boss, Mr. Ethan."

"I know, I know, Mr. Ethan, I really like your paintings, and it's a great honor to meet you!"

Frans Finch was a young man who was balding prematurely. He didn't look very old, but his hair was already very thin.

He was clearly a fan of Ethan, and with a trembling excitement, he slowly walked up to Ethan, wanting to shake hands with him but not daring to.

"Hello, Finch, I've heard you have a lot of ideas about movies. Let's have a good chat."

Ethan took the initiative to shake hands with him.

Finch seemed a little out of breath, so he took a deep breath, nodded, and said, "No problem, please come in, Mr. Ethan. I need to show you something."

"It's an honor. I've long admired your company." Ethan was genuinely interested in this invention company.

It would be even better if I could meet the famous Azeratu.

Unfortunately, this inventor was very low-key and rarely went out. Even the most skilled reporters who tracked people's whereabouts could hardly catch him.

(End of this chapter)