Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 321 [The Burning Stage]

A summer night breeze began to blow, accompanied by the sound of cars following closely behind.

Trevor and Morren, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately perked up.

"coming."

Finally here.

They are all people with real names, and their physical constitution is different from ordinary people, so they can sense the situation in the distance even from a great distance.

What they sensed was several cars speeding towards them.

Several of them appeared to be large trucks.

That's right.

"Prepare."

Moren the Hardhead was the most excited, or rather, the most impatient.

He immediately drew a modified gun, ready to fight.

His real name isn't anything special: God of Destruction.

Although he came from the Old World, as someone who had spent many years mingling in the black mud, God of Destruction was clearly the most suitable name for him.

Trevor was also listening to the sounds coming from afar, then he frowned slightly.

"Something seems off..."

"What's wrong?"

Why are there so many cars?

"is it?"

Actually, yes.

Molen could hear the commotion that followed, but he couldn't care less about that now.

As long as the truck exists, it's right; he has to do this job well.

"I think..."

"They're here, let's go!"

Without waiting for Trevor to speak, Morren rushed off in the direction the car had come from.

He had already seen the approaching car; it was driving very fast, as if it was about to rush past.

They clearly guessed there might be an ambush on the road.

However, it's no use.

They placed roadblocks along this section of the road, which would puncture the tires of all the vehicles.

as predicted.

The first truck to come into Morren's view had its tires punctured.

The same thing happened to the following trucks.

Morren had already fired the first shot, as had the men behind him.

But he still reminded everyone, "Be careful not to break too many bottles!"

It's important to keep the people here, and it's also important to have this shipment.

My father didn't just order him to kill; he also had to bring back at least half of the goods.

Fortunately, due to the Martino family's blockade, the former allies' income has plummeted, so this shipment will finally be able to recoup some of the losses.

But soon, Morren realized that something was wrong.

smoothly.

Things have gone too smoothly.

In his mind, or rather in his imagination, this was bound to be an absolutely fierce battle.

However, the other party's reaction to him was that he was weak, too weak.

After the tire was punctured and the car was forced to stop, a bullet somehow still managed to get inside.

This is nothing like what Daly had said before, that bullets were useless against these people.

He finally realized what Trevor meant.

Something's not right here; it's strange.

He was about to order his men to stop firing so he could go up and check on things.

Just then, an extremely sharp buzzing sound rang out.

When Moren heard the buzzing sound, he felt his heart skip a beat.

Then, one of the trucks suddenly exploded with a loud 'bang'.

"Damn it!"

Johnny, who had been relentlessly pursuing them, was furious when he saw this.

Who on earth is it that dares to ruin his plans?

And it was clearly well-prepared. Roadblocks, bombs.

This was intended to kill them to silence them.

Many names flashed through his mind in an instant, but none of them seemed right.

But at this point, he had no time to think things through; he had to make a decision.

"Everyone get out of the car. Let's deal with these guys first. But be careful, the target might escape."

Johnny was actually in a state of confusion.

He was very afraid that there was an important person in the car that had just exploded.

Both West and Johnny Blackbird are troublesome.

I can't die...

You must not die.

Johnny's men were all elites from the Kingdom Guard, so they immediately stood out when they joined the battle.

They already completely outclassed Morren's side in terms of equipment alone.

Molen and his group still had a lot of homemade guns, even the better ones, which they had picked up during the last raid on the Martino family.

They were suppressed in terms of firepower alone.

In terms of true power, there is no significant difference.

Johnny's team has at least a Level 2 Enforcer with a real name, while Morren's team has ordinary people without real names.

It's completely one-sided.

Molen was stunned. At first, he was wondering why his opponent had become weaker, but then suddenly his firepower and strength completely overwhelmed him.

"Trevor, help me!"

He turned his head and glanced at him; Trevor was actually watching the show.

It wasn't exactly watching a show; Trevor looked suspicious and simply wouldn't go up.

"Trevor, you need to think this through. Is tonight's matter just mine, or is it ours?"

Molen was practically gritting his teeth.

He had long heard that Trevor was a cunning and treacherous fellow, always the first to rush in when there was something to gain, and the first to run away when he sensed something was amiss.

However, Trevor probably realized his predicament and finally went ahead with it.

With Trevor's men joining the fray, the two sides instantly became inseparable.

And just outside this battlefield, in the far distance.

However, two pairs of eyes were watching this scene.

"I was so scared, Anya! I almost died there..."

Krenzo looked shaken, but he was mostly just being playful. He appeared much older and more arrogant than his age in front of most people.

But in front of Anya, he was like a child.

I don't know why, maybe it's because during his most difficult time, Anya took him to a warm orphanage and gave him food.

Anya was right next to it; she had just shot and blown up the truck.

Then, the stage was naturally handed over to the people on the stage.

She slowly packed up her gun and said, "I won't die, I've calculated it."

"Sister Anya, when can I learn to use this gun?"

"It's hard to say, you'll have to ask the young master."

"I'm not going to ask him..."

Krenzo pursed his lips, then turned to look at the stage where flames were raging.

Only that man could have achieved such artistry.

The flames in the West District naturally did not spread to the East District.

The night in the East District is still as noisy and hot as ever.

Shark Jason was already a little tipsy. He glanced at the clock on the wall and silently calculated the time.

Theoretically speaking, the battle in the West District should have already begun, right?
That should be considered the end of his side.

However, he was a cautious man, so he would wait until he was certain that the battle in the West District had ended before he would actually withdraw all his defenses.

"One more cup, please. I can still drink."

He squinted at the lights outside the window, then decided to have another drink.

Just then, someone pushed open the tavern door.

The man who entered was dressed in the robes of the Church of the Sea God. As soon as he entered, he stared straight at the shark, Jensen.

This made him very uncomfortable.

(End of this chapter)