Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 319 [A Scorching Summer Night (Part 2)]

The rain still didn't fall in the capital.

Two more days passed like this.

This evening.

The weather remained hot, and even the slightest breeze blowing from the sea did nothing to alleviate it.

In this sweltering heat, the first batch of bootleg liquor from the Mafia bootlegging factory in the South District was finally successfully produced.

Under Krenzo's command, the entire shipment was quickly loaded.

Although there are still quite a few novices in the distillery, Palen has also brought in many experienced workers, and with Krenzo's coordination, everything is going smoothly.

The goods were packed and transported immediately without any delay. They will be shipped out of the capital tonight.

Night is the best cover.

Even though the nights in the capital are usually not completely dark.

Despite the grand scale of the event, Krenzo still couldn't help but feel somewhat unmotivated.

Aaron, who had been watching silently from the side, handed him a cigarette and then lit it himself: "Cheer up, this is a big deal. If you do a good job, the higher-ups will definitely reward you."

"It's boring."

Krenzo snatched Aaron's match, lit it for himself, and shook his head as he smoked.

"This whole thing was planned by higher-ups; I had no part in it. I could only follow the rules. It was boring. The last time was much more interesting."

The last assassination attempt was basically handled entirely by Cronzio himself; that was exciting and gave him a sense of accomplishment.

Aaron just shook his head. Young people are just young people, they don't understand anything. They need to suffer a bit, otherwise they'll really think that things in the world are so simple and that they can do whatever they want.

However, he didn't say much, because many things can only be understood through personal experience.

Krenzo said he was bored, but when it came to actually doing the work, he didn't fall behind.

At least, everything was completed within the stipulated time.

At 10 p.m., everything was ready.

After having a late-night snack, Cronzio and Aaron prepared to set off.

at the same time.

In the port area.

Gold Coast Tavern.

Shark Jason was drinking with his men in the air-conditioned comfort.

As one of the most capable men under Aquaman Lockerbie, Shark Jason naturally had abundant wealth, and purchasing a batch of the latest refrigeration equipment was no problem for him.

Although he was drinking, he remained absolutely sober throughout.

Even though he shouldn't need to take action tonight, as long as he keeps an eye on the key routes, the port will be fine, he still won't let his guard down.

Although he has become increasingly arrogant in recent years as his status has risen, he has not forgotten how he started out.

That means being careful enough and attentive enough.

He understood very well how important this task was; it wasn't just about cutting off the other party's business, but also had other purposes.

Several important figures are watching.

If he makes a mistake on his own, his good days will be over.

"Drink less, everyone. We have things to do later, so don't delay us."

"Yes, boss, don't worry, it definitely won't be delayed."

His subordinates were also very alert, after all, they were all trained by him.

He looked around with satisfaction, then poured himself another glass.

At that moment, a subordinate pushed the door open from the outside, walked to his side, and reported in a low voice for a while.

The other side has made its move, heading west.

now it's right.

The only option is to go to the west; coming to the east is suicide.

It wasn't just him who was on high alert; there were others waiting with their men.

If the other party dares to take the risk of a feint, then they're coming to deliver the wine. The only problem is that if someone else manages to get the wine, he'll lose out.

However, the other side is unlikely to be that stupid; they will only be thinking of going west to try and see if they can break through.

"This is the last cup, and then I can't drink anymore."

He raised his glass.

Compared to his leisurely pace, the other two seemed to be working much harder.

Molen and Trevor.

Both of them received the same message.

They dared not drink tonight, remaining on high alert in a hot and stuffy little house by the roadside.

This is a place right next to the West District Highway.

West Side Highway is the very route those Southern Mafia members will take tonight.

This is for sure.

Because if you want to cross the western district to reach the Bis Mountains, this is the only way; there are no other routes.

With the eastern district completely blocked off, they were practically forced to come here.

"They should be here soon, let's have a drink."

"The message has been delivered," Trevor said, pulling a bottle of wheat beer from who-knows-where.

"Ah."

Molen hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

This is likely to be a tough battle.

The other party isn't stupid either.

In fact, this nighttime ambush had almost turned into an open war.

They knew that the other party would definitely pass through here when transporting goods.

On the other side, they were equally clear that going to the west district was a desperate gamble.

Originally, Morren looked down on the Southern Mafia.

He previously felt that if it weren't for Old Man Shiwen stopping them from going out, that would have allowed those inexplicable guys from Uttahan to make a name for themselves.

If it were him, he definitely wouldn't have done any worse than them.

But after the typhoon night, he changed his mind.

The entire Kingdom Security Bureau squad disappeared, and the others were killed or maimed.

The former ally sent one of his arch-enemies, Daly, who was also an adopted son of Old Man Shewyn.

This guy is usually very arrogant. It took him a long time to snatch this lucrative job, and he ended up fleeing back home that night.

When he returned, he was somewhat confused and it took him two days to recover.

This shows the impact that night had on him.

According to Daly, the Martino family appears to be just a small group, but in reality, they have a large number of hidden men, all of whom are highly skilled, swift, and incredibly powerful. Even the Royal Guard is no match for them.

So, tonight, it's time for those people to make their comeback.

Molen brought all his elite troops. It wasn't that he didn't want to preserve his strength, but if he messed up this mission again, it wouldn't be as simple as having an ear cut off.

He has to give it his all.

The two of them drank the ale.

Trevor seemed relatively relaxed, which makes sense, since he wasn't in dire straits yet. He was only partially assisting, mainly taking advantage of his familiarity with the West End.

"Relax, buddy, it's nothing. They might not send their entire force. Besides, we're not alone."

Trevor said this half-jokingly, but it was actually as if he was advising him not to push himself too hard.

That's right. Moran vaguely knew that there were other people involved tonight, from the official side, but he didn't know which part they were.

Can you believe it?
As I was thinking this, a slight breeze blew by. It was still hot, but it also seemed a little humid.

(End of this chapter)