Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 326 [A Worthy Opponent]

"It seems we've gotten ourselves into big trouble."

Looking out at the bustling harbor through the tavern's glass window, Johnny Blackbird took a sip of his drink and spoke slowly.

"Relax, there's always someone ahead of us."

Ethan knew perfectly well that they were in big trouble.

They handled this matter brilliantly; they killed someone, transported the goods, and then completely washed their hands of the trouble afterwards.

It's safe to say that nothing could be more beautiful than this.

However, the world operates in a balanced way.

You always have to give something in return for what you gain.

Even though Maurice took the blame for everything, no one was truly a fool.

No one would believe that Ethan and Johnny Blackbird had nothing to do with this.

Hagen wouldn't believe it, and Pope Edwin would believe it even less.

In fact, it could be said that they have become enemies of Haigen.

The burden of the Church of Poseidon.

They can act in God's name once or twice, but what about after that?
This time they killed a key member of a gang, what about next time?
Aquaman Lockerbie won't let them get away with it either.

Actually, Ethan's background is easy to find out. If you investigate carefully, you can trace it back to the source. Ethan is directly related to the Summer Night incident.

Because the batch of wine in the South District was Ethan's.

"They must really want to kill us."

Especially Johnny Blackbird.

His current position in the Church of the Sea God is too special; as long as he lives, there is always the possibility of him initiating anything through divine pronouncements.

At least, that's how it seems on the surface.

"So what do you think?"

"Of course I'm not afraid of death. In fact, death and I are one, and it's something I owe you anyway, but... I don't want to die in a meaningless way."

Johnny Blackbird turned his gaze away from the window and said seriously.

He was indeed fearless. The first time they met, this guy got Ethan to shoot him and he died once.

But he definitely didn't mean he wanted to die.

He wanted to strike first.

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3pm.

Ethan ended his meeting with Johnny Blackbird and returned home.

On a hot afternoon like this, it's best to stay in an air-conditioned room, have a drink, and maybe write something.

Princess Ainbezez has replied to Ethan, and she has agreed to star in the film.

Clearly, the revised script won her over.

So Ethan had to speed things up to perfect the details, and then it was time to assemble the production team and make the movie.

The world's first sound film.

Get out of the car.

Ethan walked to the door and was about to open it.

The next moment, he suddenly turned around, hugged Anya tightly, and rushed towards the door.

It was at that moment.

A sudden explosion rang out.

The entire house collapsed completely in the sudden explosion, and the violent impact flipped his white Klaus car to the ground.

If he hadn't dodged quickly, he would have been engulfed by the explosion.

Even so, his clothes were torn and damaged on the back, and he had minor burns on his back.

In the distance, he saw a black sedan speeding away.

He stood up, letting Anya examine the scars on his back, and then laughed.

It seems that Aquaman Lockerbie's counterattack came faster than he had imagined.

It came swiftly and directly.

If it weren't for his 'True God' status being high enough and his keen sense of danger, he would have definitely perished in this explosion.

That was definitely not a conventional explosive.

"Master, are you okay?"

"It's alright, we'll probably have to stay in a hotel tonight."

That evening, news of Ethan's house being bombed appeared in newspapers and on the radio.

Ethan already had a tarnished past, including being a Mafia boss and having shady dealings in his hometown. This explosion further excited the major newspapers and reporters.

Is this a gangland feud?

Who wants to kill Ethan?
This time, Ethan did not respond directly; he did not even meet with a single reporter.

He simply continued writing the script after checking into the Aphponia Hotel.

Joseph arrived at nine o'clock in the evening.

"Is it Sea King Lockerbie?"

"should be."

Ethan stopped writing, stood up, and stretched.

"Do you need me to send someone to protect you?"

"No need, too many people would just be a burden."

"What are you going to do?"

"What else can we do? Find a new house, the old one is no longer habitable, and then prepare to make a movie. Oh, right, we might need to use some connections with the police department."

Ethan thought for a moment and said.

"Gone?"

Joseph was stunned.

"Oh, and also, would you be interested in participating in the film?"

Ethan patted his head and said.

"You don't want to fight back?"

"Do not."

Ethan shook his head.

"Ethan, are you still the Ethan I know?"

Joseph felt that Ethan was a stranger. Back then, he had beaten Ethan so badly that his brain was smashed to pieces in Winster.

Ethan didn't take a single step back.

So he ended up in the capital to cultivate his mind and body?

"The time has not come yet."

Ethan smiled and shook his head.

"By the way, do you have any good house recommendations? I still prefer the seaside."

Joseph stopped talking after hearing this.

How could that be? Ethan is still the same Ethan, only he's more terrifying than before.

While the surging sea is indeed formidable, it is the calm and tranquil ocean that conceals unpredictable giant waves.

"Speaking of which, I do know a friend who is selling a house by the sea. Wait for my news, and I'll take care of it for you."

Joseph left.

Ethan also temporarily lost the desire to write the script. He poured himself a glass of wine, added an ice cube, and turned to look out the window.

He remembered that when he first arrived in the capital, he was also looking at the night view of the capital from the Aphponia Hotel.

At that time, the crimes committed in the capital city, which kept him up day and night, excited him.

The same applies now.

Is it Aquaman Rockby?

interesting.

At least they're not some small fry like the Southern District Mafia anymore.

Ethan sensed a long-lost aura emanating from Rocky the Sea King, an aura similar to that of Sandro.

Ethan drank the entire glass of wine.

Then he took a shower and fell into a deep sleep.

He slept very well that night.

And at the same time.

Johnny Blackbird's nights weren't so comfortable.

Just as he fell asleep, he sensed something entering his house, and then he slowly opened his eyes.

Without rushing to do too many things, he quietly got up and slowly began to get dressed.

He no longer wore the charlatan-like robe he had been wearing most often lately; instead, he put on his favorite shirt and suspenders, and then carefully combed his hair in front of the mirror.

As the objects slowly approached his room, he turned and opened another wardrobe, which was filled with Winster typewriters.

Johnny Blackbird is back.

(End of this chapter)