Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 327 [Midnight Story]

Since acquiring his status as a chosen one of the Church of the Sea God, Johnny Blackbird has moved to a different residence.

Or rather, Ethan arranged a new place for him to stay.

This residence is located in the West End, near the Kingdom Sculpture Academy, which is a very nice residential area, at least in terms of its cultural atmosphere.

Ethan actually bought the house temporarily, and the furniture inside was just temporary and nothing special.

Aside from a whole wardrobe of Winster typewriters.

It was even specially enchanted by Ethan.

Ethan's current true ability, the 'Master of Firearms and Bullets,' is sufficient to allow him to transform any Winster typewriter he sees into a gun with far greater power than ordinary ones, thanks to the widespread use of Winster typewriters.

Whether it's lethality, endurance, or accuracy.

So when Johnny Blackbird walked out with a whole wardrobe of Winster typewriters, the two guys who were coming towards him, still holding old-fashioned single-shot guns, were instantly riddled with bullets.

And this is just the beginning.

The relentless gunfire sent shivers down the spines of the entire house.

Those visitors had absolutely no chance of engaging in any gunfight with Johnny Blackbird amidst such a storm of bullets.

"One, two, three, come on, all of you, come out here, you little brats, let me see just how many of you there are!"

Johnny Blackbird fired as he passed over the visitors who had already fallen.

Clearly, these guys are no match for us; they can't even withstand bullets.

But that's not all.

The real visitors weren't inside; they were still outside smoking.

The watchers and protectors from the Church of the Sea God, who were supposed to be guarding the house, have disappeared.

There will be no one else here tonight.

There were two people smoking inside and outside the house.

Two people who look almost identical.

Without a doubt, they are twins.

They have the same brown skin, the same thick eyebrows, and even the same scars that span their entire faces.

That's their symbol.

They are the infamous Colin Brothers, the twin assassins under Aquaman Lockerbie's command.

These are a pair of indigenous twins whom Aquaman Rocky adopted when they were young and nurtured them from childhood; they are exceptionally talented.

A talent for killing.

During Aquaman Lockerbie's rise to power, the two brothers made great contributions to him, helping him eliminate countless rivals.

Tonight seems to be no exception.

They were smoking leisurely, completely ignoring the massacre taking place inside the room in front of them.

The constant gunfire inside did not affect their mood in the slightest.

For them, this was nothing more than a minor incident.

Until the cigarette is finished.

They threw their cigarettes at the house.

then……

"boom--"

explosion.

Another explosion.

The entire house went up in the explosion.

The heatwave pounded on their faces, but they did not flinch, their eyes still fixed intently on the burning house.

It looks like something might crawl out of there.

really.

Ten seconds later, gunshots rang out towards them.

Ethan's enchanted Winster typewriter was still quite sturdy; even in such an explosion, it remained undamaged and continued to function stubbornly.

The bullet whistled into the twins' faces.

But the next moment, all the bullets stopped in mid-air.

Unable to get even a little closer, they fell one by one. It was as if an invisible wall was blocking their way.

But Johnny Blackbird continued firing relentlessly.

Even if all the bullets are in vain.

It was as if he wanted to fire all the bullets in his hand.

Amidst the gunfire, Johnny Blackbird emerged from the burning house.

He looked rather disheveled, his face covered in dust and his clothes somewhat torn, but he didn't falter in the slightest as he moved forward with his gun in hand.

The twin brothers watched him walk out of the fire.

His expression was frighteningly calm.

After countless shots were fired, the bullets in front of the twin brothers had piled up like a forest, practically forming a small mountain.

Johnny Blackbird finally dropped the gun in his hand.

It seems like they've given up.

not at all.

The instant the Winster typewriter left his hand, he was already holding an old-fashioned revolver.

Aim, lock on, pull the trigger.

It was an action performed almost in one smooth motion.

A feeling of being watched by death instantly enveloped the twin brothers.

One of them, it's unclear whether he was the elder or younger brother.

And the forest of bullets still lay before them.

"Bam—"

The deadly bullets were already whistling through the air.

This bullet, unlike the previous ones, was no longer blocked in mid-air.

It pierced through the forest and pointed directly at the center of one of the people's eyebrows.

The twins have finally made a move.

The person who wasn't being targeted reached out his hand, as if trying to catch the deadly bullet.

But the bullet pierced his palm and continued its journey.

Then the other hand.

Finally, when the bullet passed through three hands, it was stopped and became hot in the palm of the fourth hand, emitting intense heat.

"Wow--"

Johnny Blackbird let out what sounded like a gasp of surprise.

Then he started moving, incredibly fast, like a bird flying in the night.

In his rapid movement, his hand pressed down on the old-fashioned revolver again, the second bullet...

The twin brothers stopped standing and started moving.

They weren't using guns; instead, two sharp daggers had appeared in their hands at some point.

When the second bullet was fired from Johnny Blackbird's gun, the two men were already in a cross-armed stance, closing in on Johnny Blackbird.

Its momentum was like the wind.

Johnny Blackbird's hand did not tremble at all as he steadily fired the second bullet, then looked behind the twin brothers.

There, a man wielding a giant axe and wearing a strange mask stood silently.

Far from the battlefield, a magnificent and massive firearm was already aimed at the imposing twin brothers.

Anya's hands were equally steady, and her eyes had already locked onto a person's head in the crosshair through the lens.

At the same time, a wind began to blow, making the entire battlefield somewhat noisy.

"Haven't you heard the approaching sound of death?"

Johnny Blackbird suddenly spoke to the two twin brothers who had already reached him.

There was still no response, and the two men's daggers mercilessly shot towards him, as if they were machines.

In the old stories, their daggers would eventually cut what they were meant to cut.

But this is a new story.

(End of this chapter)