Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 292 [The Night the Typhoon Came]

Dark as ink.

Perhaps it was because of the strong wind, but tonight the lights in the capital that once illuminated the entire night sky were much dimmer.

Most people chose to avoid the night, having dinner early at home and preparing to rest.

But a considerable number of people still gathered in bars and theaters, waiting for the typhoon to hit the night.

At eight o'clock, the wind was so strong that the whole street was howling.

South area.

On the edge of the Martino family's territory.

Inside a bar that had been used as a temporary command post.

Trafford kept glancing at the pocket watch in his hand.

He was waiting for the perfect moment.

According to the Wangdu Meteorological Bureau, the typhoon will reach its maximum wind force around 8:30 pm tonight.

That was the perfect time to strike.

"Don't be so nervous, sir. How about we have a drink first? If we're talking about being scared or nervous, those guys across from us are the ones who are the most scared and nervous."

Trevor remained as relaxed and carefree as ever; everything was going according to plan, and he had plenty of help tonight.

Especially the Royal Guard Bureau—no matter what, they're the only ones who can win.

Even though these guys on the other side had once caused Karst to lose, Karst was still just one person, and facing their lineup today, he could only be defeated.

He poured himself a glass of wine, and then poured one for Tefra as well, and respectfully handed it to him.

Tefra took a deep breath, still somewhat agitated, and picked up his glass to drink it down in one gulp.

The rich, mellow liquor finally helped to relax my tense nerves a little.

"Not ale?"

He also had the interest to care about other things.

In his mind, these Western bandits loved ale the most, and their bars basically only sold ale.

Tonight, Trevor poured him a glass of fine wine.

"Well, this isn't my territory after all. Their wine cellar only has wine, but this wine seems pretty good. It's from Winston, a first-class wine. Would you like another glass?"

Trevor never drinks wine, as it doesn't fit the style of a Western man.

However, there's not much to complain about on a night like this.

Besides, enjoying a glass of wine occasionally is a nice treat.

And so, the two of them drank several more glasses.

Trafford even went so far as to allow his men, as well as Trevor's men, to have a drink to warm up their bodies and quietly await the final battle.

In contrast, the people in the Fifth Division of the Kingdom Security Bureau were not so comfortable.

They didn't have a base in the West End, and besides those high-end museums and universities, the West End only had slums.

Ironically, this time, the followers of the Church of the Sea God are all crowding into the slums.

Even if they managed to snatch some usable rooms, they were drafty and there was no way they could drink any wine.

"What a bunch of lunatics! With such strong winds, what are they trying to do?"

The people in the fifth place inevitably complained.

The main point is that the believers of the Church of the Sea God are indeed quite persistent, rain or shine.

When others heard that a strong wind was expected to blow tonight, they all found places to hide.

But they followed the wind and gathered together.

"Damn it, after tonight I'm definitely going to request that all these people be arrested. What a wonderful night this was supposed to be! Let's follow them!"

The people from the fifth group could only follow along.

Unbeknownst to them, two pairs of eyes were silently watching everything from the shadows.

"So, when are we going to let them leave?"

Johnny Blackbird didn't deliberately lower his voice, because in such a strong wind, any sound would be drowned out.

"Wait a little longer, let the wind blow for a while longer."

Ethan stood next to Johnny Blackbird.

They've already left the Church of the Sea God, and not by sneaking out, but by coming out openly and honestly.

Because they were chosen by God, and God said that the wind would blow to the west, so they came to the west.

Of course, they didn't come alone. Morris, Hagen, and Jellett all came along, along with other members of the Church of the Sea God.

It's clearly half protection and half surveillance.

"The wind is blowing that way, shall we go?"

Haigen then walked over and looked at Ethan and the others.

In fact, they didn't know why they had to follow the wind.

Where will the wind eventually blow?

But since that's what God said, they could only follow.

It's 8:30, three minutes to go.

Inside the sanctuary.

Vasini finished his final prayer.

The wind outside was blowing harder and harder, and even the sanctuary, which was as solid as rock, seemed to be rumbling in the wind.

It felt like a storm was brewing.

"Is everyone ready?"

After finishing his prayer, he looked at Valenzo.

Valenzo is now in charge of overall coordination, and Vasini has delegated many tasks to him.

"They're all in position. Unless they die, they won't leave their assigned spots."

"Ah."

Vasini nodded.

Then he drank a cup of holy water.

The so-called holy water is actually water made by soaking sap provided by karst, which can greatly enhance vitality and healing power.

Vasini originally didn't drink it because he knew what it was.

But tonight, life and death are uncertain, and he doesn't want to die so easily.

We must use every last bit of strength we have left.

The time finally came to 8:30.

Just as meteorologists predicted, the wind reached its maximum at this moment.

The fierce wind blew every inch of dust in the city into nothingness.

The roofs of every house looked like they were about to be ripped off.

The sheer force of the wind was something the people of the capital had never experienced in all those years.

Those who gather in bars and theaters waiting for a strong wind are all intoxicated by the sound of the wind.

They might raise a glass in celebration, or clap their hands enthusiastically.

It was a spectacular night.

But for others, it was also a night of bloodshed.

The moment the wind howled, the people who had been lying in ambush near the Martino family rushed out immediately.

On the front are the people from the Third Division of the Kingdom's Security Bureau, on the left are the people from the Western Bandits, and on the right are the people from our former allies who have sneaked in from Little Ibia.

This is an unprecedentedly luxurious lineup.

In all the years the Martino family had lived, they had never encountered such an opponent.

This is the family's glorious moment, and also its most dangerous moment.

"Bam—"

It might have been 8:31, or it might have been 31 minutes minus 10 seconds, when the first bullet burst out, carried by the wind.

The war has already begun.

"I only need those three people."

Trafford growled in the wind as he grabbed his gun and went out to fight.

(End of this chapter)