Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 279 [A Big Scene]

Chapter 279 [Making a Scene]

Johnny the Blackbird suddenly sprang into action.

Trevor, however, remained unhurried. He pulled out his gun and began firing, not at Johnny Blackbird, but at the patients nearby.

To everyone's surprise, Johnny Blackbird did something that Trevor didn't expect: he used his own body to block Trevor's gun.

The bullet pierced directly into Johnny Blackbird's body.

Trevor continued firing.

Johnny Blackbird actually took all the bullets.

"you……"

Trevor looked amused.

This guy is crazy, or rather...

He is immortal.

Johnny Blackbird was indeed not dead. Despite being shot so many times, he was still standing there perfectly fine, as if the bullets had never entered his body.

"Looks like your marksmanship isn't that great."

Johnny Blackbird stared at Trevor and let out a mocking laugh.

Trevor shook his head: "My marksmanship is indeed mediocre, but my men..."

His men...

"Can they still fire?"

They did not fire.

He just stood there in the darkness, as if his body was being controlled by something.

"Witchcraft?"

Trevor smiled, rolled over, and prepared to fire again.

This time, however, this shot was not a casual one.

Moreover, this shot was aimed directly at Johnny Blackbird, and instantly, a strong sense of death enveloped Johnny Blackbird.

"You'd better watch out for this shot, Johnny. You're not the only one who understands the true meaning of death."

Johnny Blackbird seemed to sense the danger of the shot, and he instinctively tried to dodge, but the shot seemed to have locked onto him completely.

Moreover, the surrounding area was full of patients.

Therefore, his final choice was to pounce directly on Trevor.

But just as he lunged forward, a strange feeling crept into Trevor's heart, as if a voice was telling him not to shoot.

He laughed: "So it really is earth magic. But if you can control me, can you control my subordinates?"

"Fire, guys."

Trevor's men, who had been frozen in place, suddenly seemed to be roused and raised their guns again.

"No!"

Johnny the Blackbird let out a low growl.

But the trigger had already been pulled.

Strangely, no bullets exploded the next moment.

All those guns misfired.

"How can it be?!"

Trevor finally let out a genuine gasp of surprise.

However, his shock was not over yet. A very clear low hum rang out from the darkness, instantly appearing behind him and piercing his heart in the next second.

His life stopped in that instant.

he died.

But somewhere outside the underground hospital, the real Trevor opened his eyes, muttering to himself in surprise and uncertainty, "Who could it be?"

That's right, the Trevor who entered the underground hospital was not the real Trevor, but the younger Trevor.

Young Trevor had died in the underground hospital; his body was slowly dissipating, no longer resembling a real human being.

"It's you……"

Johnny Blackbird looked at the person who suddenly emerged from the darkness and spoke slowly.

"it's me."

Ethan looked at him and nodded.

That's right, the person who came was Ethan. He hadn't actually left the capital.

He simply saw Sofia off.

"You hate each other and want the other to die immediately."

After he finished speaking, he added another sentence.

Then, the men Trevor brought with him began shooting at each other, ending their own lives.

"What are you doing here?"

As Johnny Blackbird spoke, he dug all the bullets out of his body.

"You're in trouble, and I'm in trouble. Just like you said before, we need to talk."

Ethan sheathed his silver rapier and glanced into the darkness.

From the darkness, West slowly emerged.

"What to talk about?"

"I can help you, but you have to help me too."

"How to help?"

"Your biggest problem right now is these people, isn't it? What if I told you I could help you send them all away and provide them with proper resettlement afterwards? What do you think?"

The offer was so good that West took a few more steps forward.

Outside the underground hospital, Trevor had clearly thought of this as well. He had originally wanted to take all the credit for himself, so as to have an advantage in the negotiations with Trafford. But now it seemed that he had to join forces with Trafford.

"Go and call all our men here. Also, inform that inspector that we have found Johnny Blackbird and have him bring enough men."

As long as the people in the underground hospital can stay, Johnny Blackbird won't be able to escape.

"what do you want?"

West had essentially tacitly agreed to join forces with Ethan, but she also knew that things weren't that simple.

"It's simple. Neither you nor I did that, but now we're being made to take the blame. That's not right. So why don't we make a scene?"

These words silenced West.

Johnny Blackbird laughed: "You're right, Ethan, this is wrong, we really should cause a big scene."

So, do you have any clues?

"I'll help you send your people away first, and then you can take me to see the people behind you."

"The people behind us?"

“Don’t say no, Johnny. What do you think the capital is? If you didn’t have anyone backing you, how could you keep robbing banks so easily and no one could catch you?”

King is not Winster.

Even in Winston, someone who consistently commits crimes in the city, including bank robberies, wouldn't get away with it for so long.

The people behind the banks are not ordinary people.

So the answer is obvious.

"Please help us get rid of them first."

It's the default.

So, before it got completely dark, the entire hospital was emptied out.

When Trevor and his men arrived at the underground hospital, it was already deserted.

There was no one behind those curtains.

"Impossible, they never came out..."

Trevor's men were somewhat at a loss.

There must be another exit here.