Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 278 [The Despicable Trevor]

If anyone is having a hard time, Vasini must be one of them.

The reason he was having such a hard time was something he himself found inexplicable.

Because the eldest prince was assassinated.

This matter had absolutely nothing to do with him, but the entire southern district was placed under martial law.

Unprecedentedly severe.

Previously, even if you committed murder in broad daylight in the South District, there probably wouldn't have been any law enforcement officers investigating afterward. But now, you might be taken away just because you look suspicious.

Rumors circulated that Johnny Blackbird, the mastermind behind the assassination of the eldest prince, was hiding somewhere in the South District.

It's nonsense.

Vasini didn't know Blackbird Johnny at all, and he never associated with these bandits.

If we're really talking about which forces are connected to Johnny Blackbird, it's probably only the West End gang.

The investigation should be directed at the western bandit gangs.

He shared this view with a familiar law enforcement officer from the sheriff's office.

Unfortunately, the detective who had received countless bribes simply told him not to do anything for the time being before hanging up the phone.

If you call again, you'll get a busy signal.

Vasini was very anxious.

He had just ended a less-than-successful gang war, and now was a critical moment, but there was nothing he could do.

Many of his men were also wrongly arrested.

This only made matters worse.

At the same time, he received bad news: the western bandits were unaffected.

One of his men witnessed firsthand that no sooner had the police taken his men away than the Western gangs had already occupied the territory.

Therefore, those wrongful arrests may not actually be wrongful arrests.

This is a comprehensive conspiracy.

Using the so-called wanted murderer.

But he was at a loss.

No matter how powerful the Mafia is, it cannot stand against the state apparatus.

All he could do was pray to God.

But God's response to him so far is simply to wait.

wait for what?
do not know.

However, since God has given a response, let's believe it.

He believed that God would protect him as He had before.

With that thought in mind, he began to pray again.

However, unlike before, he was no longer alone. Behind him was Valenzo, and behind Valenzo were a group of young faces.

These were family members he had carefully selected, who were loyal and devout enough.

God said not to believe indiscriminately, yet these people's faith was absolutely devout.

Because they had all been protected by God during the brink of life and death, they knew the power of God.

We can't just keep taking; we must also contribute to God.

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Compared to Vasini, Trevor was living a much more comfortable life.

He absolutely adores Johnny Blackbird.

This damn bank robber actually brought him such a wonderful opportunity.

Originally, after the failed attempt to encircle Vasini last time, he had temporarily abandoned the idea of ​​invading the southern district.

Vasini clearly has powerful backers, and a forced incursion would be counterproductive.

But who could have imagined...?

Johnny Blackbird assassinated the eldest prince.

That very evening, Trafford found him and excitedly told him, "I can go back, and I can even give you the South District. Do you want it?"

Of course. Who wouldn't want the South District?

Compared to the cramped West End, the South End is a true paradise.

"I have only one request."

Trafford then revealed his conditions.

"Help me find Johnny Blackbird."

Everyone's looking for Johnny Blackbird now. Whoever finds Johnny Blackbird first will be rich.

Trevor found it easy; he already knew that Johnny Blackbird had connections with the natives of the West End, so to find him, he just needed to go find those people.

So he took a few trusted men and headed straight for the slums.

The result was somewhat beyond his expectations; those people were very stubborn, and none of them were willing to reveal the whereabouts of the bank robber.

Even when he used the same top-notch methods he used to torture people in the West, he still couldn't get them to talk.

You should know that even those tough Western men who weren't afraid of death back then couldn't withstand his methods.

He couldn't help but wonder if he was getting old.

Then it took some more time to go down.

Then he found what he was looking for.

An underground hospital.

It was filled with strangely shaped, seriously ill indigenous people, the elderly, and children.

He finally understood why those people were so stubborn.

Now, he's waiting for someone in this underground hospital.

Waiting for Johnny Blackbird.

The underground hospital was dark, so he carried a lantern and sat on a folding chair, smoking a cigar and fiddling with a coin.

After an unknown amount of time, some extra footsteps finally echoed in the otherwise quiet underground hospital.

A man wearing a black bird-beak mask and a long overcoat emerged from the cluster of hospital beds surrounded by layers of curtains.

“You’ve finally arrived, Johnny.”

Trevor slowly exhaled a smoke ring, stared at his lucky star, and smiled.

"Bring your men out; I can already smell the stench on them."

Johnny Blackbird scoffed.

"Oh, as expected of you, Johnny. But you know you're a dangerous person, so I always have to be careful."

The wind in the underground hospital gently lifted the curtains, revealing several armed cowboys hidden behind Trevor.

However, they still didn't come out.

Because their guns weren't aimed at Johnny Blackbird; they were aimed at the patients in their beds.

"what do you want?"

Johnny Blackbird seemed to be suppressing his anger.

"You know, it can only be you. If possible, it would be even better to bring Miss West along as well."

"I'll go with you, let these people go."

"Of course, of course, I'm always a reasonable person. It's an equal exchange, right? Okay, you can walk over slowly, let's make sure I can catch you first."

Trevor nodded repeatedly, while waving to Johnny Blackbird.

Johnny Blackbird can only move forward.

"Oh, right, throw away your weapon. I bet you have a Winston typewriter under your coat. Throw it away, but to be honest, that thing is completely unreliable. Take off your coat first."

Johnny Blackbird did as instructed.

Sure enough, under his coat, there were two Winston typewriters, various pistols, and even hand grenades.

He threw them all on the ground and, after showing them repeatedly that there were no problems, slowly walked towards Trevor.

Trevor didn't seem to dare to let his guard down either, and even stopped smoking his cigar, just staring straight at Johnny Blackbird.

When Johnny Blackbird was less than three meters away from him, he ordered Johnny Blackbird to turn around and kneel down, while he himself pulled out a rope, preparing to tie Johnny Blackbird up.

Just as he stood up to step forward, Johnny Blackbird suddenly whispered quickly, "Make your move!"

(End of this chapter)