Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 333 [The Death of Angus]

“Angus Tarreno, former Deputy Minister of Industry, once led the construction of the North District Industrial Park. During the construction process, he abused the natives on a large scale, violently driving them and causing a large number of natives to be displaced. He also has a record of buying and selling natives from the Morma. At the same time, his family also controls several slave trade routes to the Old World. He also has many factories under his control, and has been exploiting people to the extreme for many years. He can be said to be a real scum.”

of course.

He was also a member of the Iron-Blooded King Party.

In fact, his family was originally just a small family. It was only by working for those powerful figures in the royalist party and sucking up to them that he finally got to where he is today.

He became rich overnight, and at the same time, he did too many bad things, so he was always surrounded by gunmen.

Over the years, he has even spent money and effort to hire a real expert to protect him.

A former officer who retired from the Kingdom's Three-Headed Dragon Legion.

The Three-Headed Dragon Legion is the kingdom's strongest armed force, comprised of soldiers who are the elite of the elite, not to mention its officers.

This officer was a fifth-level War God, and if Angus hadn't spent a lot of effort and money, and if the officer hadn't actually encountered some trouble, it would have been impossible for him to serve him.

Even some large families are not able to equip themselves with someone like a True Name Level 5. They can only recruit or train True Name Level 2 or 3 True Name users.

Only the top ten surnames or some long-established noble families can recruit or train such experts.

So Angus was always proud of this and often took this person by his real name around, almost as if he were showing off.

Today, he was in the mood again and took his people to inspect his factory in the North District.

His largest factory was a steel mill, a fairly large one, which supplied goods to the Klaus Company.

Klaus's family was large and powerful, and it was difficult for ordinary people to supply him with goods. He was able to get such good business because he had given Klaus enough benefits during the industrial boom.

He casually punished two indigenous people, told his subordinates to teach them a lesson, and then turned to his factory supervisor and said, "Deduct their wages; that's it for this month."

The factory supervisor dared not say a word and simply nodded.

Actually, those two people didn't do anything wrong; it was just that Angus wanted to assert his authority.

He felt that indigenous people needed to be disciplined and scolded, otherwise they would become disobedient.

"Those were the good old days, we could just kill them. These lowly people, they've actually started talking about human rights these past two years, and the most important thing is those big shots..."

At this point, he couldn't help but shake his head and sigh, his eyes filled with reminiscence of those glorious years.

"Forget it, this is boring. Let's go to the port area. That's where things are really lively and much more interesting than here."

He turned to leave.

At this moment, the man who had been silent beside him spoke.

"I don't recommend you go. The situation is too chaotic right now. Johnny Blackbird has reappeared. Who knows what he might do?"

The man was Captain Gure, an officer of the former three-headed dragon legion.

Given his resume, it would have been impossible for him to end up working as a bodyguard.

But, that's life...

"What are you afraid of, Gullie? You're here, aren't you? I don't believe that even if Johnny Blackbird is powerful, he can get past you. I believe in you."

Angus seemed to trust Gullit exceptionally much, completely unafraid of any unexpected events.

Gurez remained silent after hearing this.

He knew the nature of the guy in front of him; this guy was enjoying this feeling.

It's like having a treasured sword hidden in your house; you have to show it to others.

This kind of person will die sooner or later because of this.

Without saying anything more, he simply led the way, with Angus's car parked outside.

His hired gunmen followed closely to his side, ready to protect him and fire at any moment.

From a general perspective, such protection is virtually impenetrable; after all, his enemies and the indigenous people he oppressed are powerless against him.

"Don't worry too much, I'll just go for a bit and then go home. Even if there's some blackbird named Johnny, it won't fly into my face. There are so many important people up there." Angus said to Gule as if to reassure him.

Then he noticed that the air around him seemed to have become completely still.

It wasn't an illusion; it was complete silence.

Everyone looked as if they had seen something extremely terrifying, which completely shocked them.

Then he saw it too.

Blackbird...Johnny?
A man wearing a black bird-beak mask stood at a distance, silently watching them.

Even though Angus had never actually met the so-called Blackbird Johnny, at that moment, he seemed to know that it was Blackbird Johnny.

Before he could even curse Gule in his mind for being a jinx, he just shouted, "Get in! Get in!"

But it's too late.

It was like a gust of wind.

Everyone was so drenched in the wind that they couldn't open their eyes.

And in the wind, it seemed as if a dense barrage of bullets was roaring.

Angus felt a strong force and was shoved into the car.

At that moment, the wind seemed to stop.

He looked out the car window and saw that everyone outside was dead. His elite gunmen hadn't even lasted a single attack before they all fell to the ground.

Only one person remained standing: Gule.

Gulie truly lived up to his reputation as a Level 5 True Name expert; he was probably the one who pushed him onto the train.

Fortunately, Gulie was there.

Angus was secretly relieved that he wasn't even in a hurry to find someone to drive him away, or that he could simply drive away himself.

He wanted to watch Gullit defeat the enemy, and then see what this so-called Blackbird Johnny really was.

If we could really catch Johnny Blackbird...

Angus suddenly had some other thoughts, and even his dormant heart began to beat again.

Perhaps this is his bargaining chip for returning to politics.

Johnny Blackbird is highly regarded; he was just talking about it with someone over afternoon tea a couple of days ago…

The idea was not pursued further.

Because he heard a sound like the wind, incredibly sharp, that pierced his ears instantly.

It was as if the wind had already arrived.

He fell.

The car window shattered, and blood and other brain tissue sprayed all over the car.

At this moment, Gull, who was fighting Blackbird Johnny, finally realized what was happening. He looked at the car and knew it was too late.

He was about to turn around and continue fighting Blackbird Johnny when he discovered that the enemy had already retreated quickly.

"Your boss is dead, so what's the point of you fighting?"

Gullie gritted his teeth, still wanting to give chase, when Johnny the Blackbird suddenly threw something at him.

He dodged aside.

A jet-black bird's beak was deeply etched into the front of the car.

(End of this chapter)