Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 295 [The Poletta Family Sends Greetings]

"Give the order, sir."

The three groups have now converged.

Tonight's battle can be described as a one-sided success.

The place with the heaviest casualties was probably the former allies in the east, who fought amongst themselves over the Winster typewriter, resulting in the deaths of several of them.

Trafford watched as the three groups of people gathered, and only the sanctuary remained before him. A surge of pride welled up within him.

The matter is finally coming to an end, and he will be reborn in this storm.

"Would you like one?"

Trevor lit a cigarette, walked over to Trafford, and asked a question.

"Have one."

At this point, Trafford became very tolerant, even when smoking with Trevor.

Trevor handed the cigarette to Trafford and thoughtfully shielded him from the wind so the flame wouldn't be blown out.

He took a deep drag on his cigarette.

Trafford nodded behind him.

It's time to launch a full-scale offensive.

"rush!"

The former allies were the most excited; having just seized so many Winster typewriters, they couldn't wait for more spoils.

They bypassed the others and headed straight for the sanctuary.

As a result, they were met with an extremely dense barrage of gunfire.

There were still a large number of gunmen stationed inside the church.

This was the Martino family's last line of defense, and the intense gunfire caused considerable casualties in the initial stages.

Those former allies who were eager to gain more benefits died directly in the gunfire.

Trevor merely gave a disdainful smile.

None of the former allies who came today were of sufficient importance; otherwise, this scene of fighting each other for something wouldn't have happened.

That old fox, Father Xiwen, is still holed up in his lair and refuses to come out.

Then let more of his men die.

After several groups of people were driven back and more than a dozen were killed or wounded, the former allies finally dared not make any rash moves.

"Didn't you say you were going to take action? Why aren't we acting together?"

Former allies are beginning to feel dissatisfied.

Trafford glanced at Trevor.

Trevor shook his head helplessly, then took off his cowboy hat and gently dusted himself off.

next moment.

The western bandit gangs have already mobilized their forces.

Gunfire.

But the Western bandits were not afraid of the gunfire. Even when they were hit by bullets, they continued to advance.

This is the power of the Westerners.

Ignoring death.

"Alright, let's all go together."

At this point, Trafford didn't want to wait any longer; he needed to end the battle as soon as possible. He had a feeling that there was something wrong with the wind.

The Kingdom Security Service got involved.

Suddenly, the firepower inside the sanctuary was insufficient.

Because too many law enforcement officers are making the rules, the effectiveness of firearms is declining.

Meanwhile, gunmen belonging to the Kingdom's Security Service were slowly approaching the sanctuary.

They were holding hand cannons.

Even if they can't directly destroy the sanctuary, they can definitely break through the main gate.

"Prepare for the final battle."

Vasini stood up, grabbed a Winster typewriter, and continued firing outside.

Valenzo also rushed forward.

Even if the bullets are no longer very effective against people outside.

Then let's use up the last bullet.

When the guns were so hot they were about to explode, the gunmen belonging to the Kingdom Security Bureau finally approached the gate.

Vasini had already thrown away the Winster typewriter in his hand, and his hand was once again under control of the throat-slitter Neil.

"Valenzo, if you have no last words, go and tell them to your daughter."

Anyway, he had no regrets. The next moment...

The enemy was right up to the doorway.

"I've said that before."

Valenzo did not back down.

He seemed to want to raise his gun and fire a burst of bullets outside.

However, at that moment, the ground suddenly began to shake.

Then, extremely thick vines surged up from the ground and immediately entangled the vanguard of the outsiders.

"It's now!"

Vasini's Throat Slitter Neil struck again, instantly wiping out the Kingdom Guard members closest to the gate.

"How is this going?"

Trafford frowned. The other side should all be members of the God of Destruction True Name system, so why were vines suddenly appearing? These should be Earth True Names…

However, it doesn't matter. So what if there's one more Earth True Name Person?

We have enough people.

The wind rose again, blowing from their sides and behind them.

"Add more..."

He wanted to shout for more effort.

However, a voice drowned out his voice.

It was gunfire.

Gunshots rang out, carried on the wind.

From behind them.

how come?
impossible!
The entire southern district was surrounded by them, making it impossible for anyone else to enter.

"Firearms are prohibited here!"

He was the first to shout, and his reaction was already considered fast.

Even if they attack from behind, so what? They're just some Winston typewriters.

It's no use, nothing...

"Uh……"

"I've been shot!"

"Get out of the way!"

how come……

It shouldn't be.

He had clearly set the rules, and theoretically, no bullet could possibly hurt their people anymore.

But the bullet still accurately struck one of his men.

And the number of people being shot is still increasing.

"Two hundred meters behind!"

In this situation, it's impossible to ignore the people behind us, regardless of their origins. "Trevor, you and your men hold them off, hold them off, I'll handle the rest."

Trafford immediately assigned Trevor the task of the assault, as he still wanted to protect his men.

These people are all elites of the Kingdom Security Bureau. If too many of them die, he will bear a huge responsibility.

"No problem, sir."

Trevor said that, but when he glanced behind him, he felt that things were starting to go wrong.

With Trevor taking over, Trafford finally had the energy to fully confront the uninvited guest behind him.

He squinted and finally made out what these people looked like.

These people were all wearing black trench coats and top hats; their faces were unfamiliar, not a single one was familiar.

Their aura was also unfamiliar, completely unlike that of the capital. They seemed to carry the scent of the sea breeze, yet also a hint of coldness.

One of the leading men had an extremely resolute gaze; in the wind, he was like a ball of fire, ready to set everything ablaze.

Trafford suddenly felt a strange sense of familiarity with his face.

"Still spacing out? Try this!"

The man suddenly threw something, which looked like a grenade, but also like something else.

The next moment, a sudden burst of bright light almost robbed me of all senses.

The wind got stronger.

Amidst the howling wind, Trafford seemed to vaguely hear something.

It sounded like the man was shouting, "Welcome to Winster! The Poletta family greets you!"

(End of this chapter)