Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 322 [Crossing the Sea]

The night was so hot it felt like the entire capital city could be on fire.

If it rains, the rainwater seems to boil.

But if it really rains, that would be wonderful.

At least that's what the people of Sea King Locke, who were stationed at various key locations in the port area, thought.

They weren't entirely sure what they were supposed to do, but they roughly knew they had to stop a group of bootlegging dealers.

They're just a bunch of bootlegging dealers. This is their territory, and no one can take anything out of here without their permission.

Moreover, someone must have gotten wind of it, but it seems the bootleggers took the western route, and their mission is actually over.

This made them even more unhappy.

On such a hot night, they should be in an air-conditioned place having a couple of drinks and maybe playing around with some girls.

Instead of staying in this suffocatingly hot corner and wasting time doing meaningless things.

Just as everyone was starting to complain, dazzling fireworks suddenly rose in the dappled sky.

Seeing the fireworks, everyone suddenly became restless.

It wasn't so much a feeling of panic, but more of excitement.

"It's in the direction of Boss Shark, has something happened?"

"Could it be that those people actually just broke through from over there? Have they gone mad?"

"Let's go, let's hurry and go support Boss Shark."

"So what should we do here?"

"Leaving two people is enough. Didn't you see the target has appeared?"

Amidst the uproar, the arrangement that had sealed off the entire port area with virtually no loopholes was torn apart by their own people.

They all flocked to one place: the Gold Coast Tavern.

So, what exactly happened at the Gold Coast tavern?
Let's go back five minutes.

Just as Shark Jensen was considering having another drink, a man dressed in the robes of the Church of the Sea God pushed open the door and walked in.

Behind him was a group of people also wearing the robes of the Church of the Sea God.

A group of believers.

This surprised and made Shark Jensen somewhat uncomfortable.

The surprise was because the Church of the Sea God had existed for so many years, but had always adhered to certain rules and never easily crossed the line.

Their territory was always limited to the vicinity of the port.

They never participate in any underground struggles.

Strictly speaking, his relationship with the Church of the Sea God was quite good.

Because he had a good relationship with the Poseidon, and they had a lot of business dealings.

As is widely known, the captain of the Poseidon was the younger brother of the Pope of the Church of Poseidon.

What do they want to do?
What made Shark Jensen uncomfortable was that he felt these people had overstepped their bounds and were coming on strong.

And the way the guy who came in was looking at him was...

Make him unhappy.

"Who are you? Is there anything I can do for you?"

Shark Jensen did not immediately make definitive statements.

He was well aware of the influence of the Church of the Sea God, especially in the port area.

These guys, who have a connection to the sea, may seem low-key most of the time, but anyone who wants to go to sea would never want to mess with them.

Coincidentally, many of Shark Jensen's businesses are related to the ocean.

"You're the shark, Jason?"

"Yes, that's me."

Shark Jason nodded and raised a glass of wine.

"Want a drink?"

"Please come back with us."

The man's words were forceful.

"why?"

You don't need to know for now.

“Oh, interesting. It’s been a long time since anyone dared to talk to me like that.” Shark Jensen slowly stood up.

His men also stood up at the same time, and a standoff ensued.

He speaks politely, but that doesn't mean he's easy to mess with.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to survive in a place like the port area and even rule over a region.

"What is your name? I have some connection with High Priest Haigen of your church, and I would like to ask him if this is the intention of your church?"

"No, this is the will of the gods."

The man uttered these words almost like a prayer, and then launched his attack.

In an instant, the entire tavern seemed to be filled with a surge of energy.

Shark Jensen never expected that the other party would dare to make a direct move.

He's managed to stay in the game for so long, so he's no pushover either, and he immediately retaliated.

Suddenly, the wind swept through the tavern, accompanied by the deafening roar of gunfire.

Outside the tavern, the men Hagen had been keeping an eye on Maurice immediately sent someone back to report the news.

Morris has really lost control.

So, signal flares were launched into the sky.

The already hot weather became even more heated because of this atmosphere.

The entire port area seemed to have suddenly descended into chaos and fighting.

It was at this moment that several trucks quietly drove into the port area, passing by key nodes where a large number of people had been deployed.

The remaining few people had their necks snapped by an unknown force, rendering them completely unable to stop the cars from moving forward.

The Gold Coast pub was in complete chaos.

Shark Jensen realized something was wrong and shouted, "Who are you? Do you know what you're doing? You're making an enemy of Sea King Rockby!"

Do you realize how serious this matter is?

He dodged another attack with a strong whirlwind and took cover behind the wall.

Something must have happened.

These people don't attack without a reason.

The only place he could think of was the South District, and the illicit liquor.

"Boss, reinforcements are on their way..."

One of his men returned from outside and whispered quickly.

Shark Jensen paused for a moment, then asked, "Reinforcements? What reinforcements?"

"Boss, it's..."

Then, Shark Jensen immediately realized that this was their emergency mechanism: once a base was attacked, they would immediately send out a signal flare to call for reinforcements.

If other locations are treated this way, then his stronghold, as the leader, naturally needs to be given even greater attention.

However, Shark Jason was not happy at all; instead, his heart sank lower and lower.

He knew he was doomed.

This was a trap set by the enemy.

God knows how they were able to collude with the Church of the Sea God.

As he pondered, two more slashes, imbued with the thick sea breeze, came hurtling in.

The entire tavern had become a stormy sea.

Shark Jensen could only suppress his anger and order his men to quickly provide assistance.

Tonight's plans are probably going to go wrong, but at least we need to keep these people here first.

That way, he could give an explanation to his boss, Lockerbie.

However, he had just pushed his subordinates away, preparing to use all his strength to keep these people outside.

He felt as if something was pointing at his back.

"Who...who?"

“Dear Jensen, you really have a bad memory. We played dice together, didn’t you? You lost badly that time.”

Death has arrived.

(End of this chapter)