Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 267 [Gunfire]

When I heard a gunshot behind me.

Vasini knew the time had come.

His sharp shout stunned all his panicked subordinates.

"Don't be afraid, no one will die. I will lead you to final victory, because..."

Because God is watching us.

Looking at the sky one last time, Vasini finally unleashed the Throat-Slitter, Neil.

The blade whirled.

Bullets were also flying around.

Outside of Little Ibia.

When Trevor broke through Vasini's rear, there was still a pair of eyes watching them.

Valenzo.

That's right, at the very beginning of the battle, Vasini had arranged for Valenzo to wait on the sidelines.

He knew all along that Trevor would launch a sneak attack.

This is a game.

Several days earlier, he had received divine revelation during his prayer.

God told him that there were enemies stirring in the west.

In the West, there are only those Western bandit gangs.

God then issued a divine oracle, informing them of the other party's possible movements, and even sent out divine messengers again.

That terrifying giant wielding a massive axe.

That's right, it's the burly man whose real name is Wu, the Skullbreaker, who ambushed Karst with Ethan that night.

Ethan borrowed the man from Joseph again.

This man is currently with Valenzo, waiting for his chance.

Waiting for an opportunity to strike from behind Trevor and his men.

It was a spectacular hunt, at least for Trevor.

Unfortunately, under the watchful eyes of the gods, he was destined for utter defeat.

"Praise the Savior of Darkness."

Valenzo silently praised him, then drew his gun.

Deployed.

Gunfire erupted.

Despite his men having been equipped with the latest Winster typewriters, Trevor remained true to his roots and insisted on using a revolver.

He charged the fastest, and even though he wasn't riding a horse, he seemed to be galloping on one.

In just a moment, he had reached the very back of Vasini's group.

He used his revolver almost like a melee weapon, dodging the bullets coming from the enemy's counterattack while precisely killing each member of the Martino family.

"Guys, where's your firepower? Is it that those fancy gadgets are no match for our little pistols?"

His men, spurred on, immediately began firing wildly.

The Martino family seems to be at a loss.

I want to get out, but I also seem to want to get in.

The result was that they were blocked at the entrance and exit, constantly being shot at, and became live targets.

just.

Trevor soon discovered a problem.

That is, the bullet was fired, and it seems that the Martino family members were indeed hit.

But the truth is, winning is the same as not winning.

The bullets would inexplicably veer off course the instant they approached the Martino family.

It was as if some strange power was protecting them.

There's something wrong with this gun!

However, their subordinates didn't see it that way. Instead, they thought there was something wrong with the guns. After several more rounds of shooting missed, they caught their breath and came to their senses. It seemed that the Martino family, who seemed to have special powers protecting them, turned the tables and killed several of their men.

They had to retrieve their revolvers again.

"Damn it, what's the use of this Winster typewriter? Guys, use revolvers!" Faced with the unexpected turn of events, Trevor's men did not collapse. After all, they had all fought their way through the blood and fire of the West with him, so this setback was nothing.

Moreover, it's not just the other side that has mysterious powers; they do too.

When it comes to understanding death, is there anyone better than Westerners?
"Respect...the scorching sun and the departed souls."

Trevor raised his gun as if he were raising a glass of wine.

The next moment, the Western gang members who had been shot down got up again, as if they had never died.

Meanwhile, amidst the intense gunfire, someone was moving swiftly.

This person has a face almost identical to Trevor's, but is much younger.

He completely ignored the ordinary Martino family members and was only looking for a target.

Vasini.

As long as Vasini is killed.

No matter how intense this stalemate became, it eventually came to an end.

It's not that no one noticed this anomaly in the battle, but he was too fast, far beyond the reaction time of bullets and humans. A few bullets were simply not enough to deal with him.

Finally, he reached Vasini's side.

Vasini, alone with only a knife, was blocking most of the attacks from his former allies.

It was his steadfastness that gradually stabilized the Martino family's defenses, allowing them to focus on dealing with the enemies coming from behind.

Vasini felt no fatigue whatsoever. As he continued to use Neil the Throat Slider and as he gained control over the entire Southern Mafia, his True Name power had already been improving.

Just a few days ago, he successfully rose from the Third True Name Underground Baron to the Fourth True Name, a candidate for Godfather.

His control over Neil the Throat Slider was more perfect, and his physical abilities were also greatly enhanced. This kind of street fighting was an advantage for his former ally, and it was also a great advantage for him.

He stood guard alone at the alley entrance, and with Neil the Throat Slitter appearing, there was no way to get close to him.

Until young Trevor arrived.

"Vassini, you must be Vasini? I am your opponent!"

The young Trevor pulled out a revolver just like Trevor's and aimed it directly at Vasini.

This shot...

Vasini suddenly felt a tremendous tremor.

That's the feeling of being stared at by death.

He immediately withdrew all his attention, pulled Neil the Throat Slitter to his side, and stared intently at the man who had suddenly appeared.

Just for a moment.

The gun has been fired.

Young Trevor fired directly, a shot that lacked any finesse and even seemed somewhat slow.

When the bullet left the barrel, Vasini had a feeling that he couldn't dodge it at all.

It was as if seeing that bullet signaled the end of his life.

"Bye-Bye."

Young Trevor laughed.

Vasini gripped the blade tightly; he was not afraid at all, he feared nothing.

My Lord is above!

Driven by a strong belief in a savior of darkness, he began to seek divine help.

But the next moment.

The response he received was...

A lightning-fast shock froze him in place.

As a result, he was completely unable to react.

The bullet was already in front of him, about to pierce his forehead.

He felt a great sense of panic, but not because of the impending loss of his life.

Instead, why didn't the Lord respond to me?

Instead, it was that kind of abnormal feedback.

What happened to Him?

Does this mean that the Lord has abandoned us?!

(End of this chapter)