Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 348 [The Blood of the Siren]

The pressure is still increasing.

On both sides.

The former allies have been unable to take it down, and with their father constantly watching, they have to work even harder.

On the Martino family's side, the opponent's constant escalation of pressure was putting them under strain.

In particular, they are few in number.

No matter how hard Vasini tries to develop and train family members, the Southern Mafia simply doesn't have enough people available.

Even with the addition of the family guards that Ethan secretly brought from the North, it still wasn't enough.

In particular, they were on the defensive.

Vasini couldn't bring everyone to the front lines; there were still many points that needed to be defended. Otherwise, the situation would become one where they were still fighting to the death in front while the rear had already fallen.

Ultimately, it comes down to cultural heritage.

Although Little Ibia was closed off and chaotic, it ultimately achieved long-term stability and development for many years.

In this respect, Father Seawin deserves much credit; his strategy was correct: to close the door and not participate in any struggles, while continuing to absorb new immigrants from the Old World.

Regardless of quality, in terms of quantity, the former allies definitely outnumber most of the gangs in the capital.

After all, there are still too many people among the new immigrants who don't have enough to eat.

So when Molen and his adopted sons temporarily put aside their personal grudges and cooperated fully, their offensive became exceptionally fierce.

Especially the four of them, Molen and his companions, one of them might not be a match for Johnny Blackbird, but the four of them together were enough to keep Johnny Blackbird from getting distracted.

As a result of his inability to concentrate, the casualties began to increase.

He could no longer share his immortality with others.

Even the madman Krenzo immediately realized this. He stopped acting recklessly and instead warned everyone to be careful.

The bullets would have killed them.

In fact, Krenzo really wanted to help Johnny Blackbird share some of the pressure, but unfortunately, faced with the absolute difference in their levels, he couldn't intervene and almost ended up holding Johnny back.

It was only thanks to Vasini's timely intervention that he was spared from having his throat severed by Terry's specially made alchemical gloves, who suddenly turned around.

The only one who can intervene in this battle is Vasini.

Because he has Neil the Throat Slitter.

Among these four adopted sons, there was actually a hidden master, the blind Gil. Despite being a level four War God, he was still a rare fighting expert. Although he was blind and his eyes were wrapped in cloth, he was extremely agile and managed to hold off the throat-slitter Neil all by himself.

"Are you three even capable? It's been so long and you still can't win him over?"

They could hold on, but the Throat Slider Neil was a high-level True Name item that could even kill Luca back then, and the blind Gil was already covered in wounds.

As for Johnny Blackbird, he only had a few more wounds on his body; his powerful immortality also came with the ability to heal himself.

Even if he isn't very lethal in combat, he's definitely top-notch at avoiding being killed.

Neither Morren's military dagger, nor the Joker's throwing knife, nor the iron gauntlet could inflict a sufficiently fatal wound on him.

"I think you guys need to step up your efforts, otherwise your men will probably die even faster."

Johnny Blackbird didn't seem to be affected by his injuries; he was still laughing and asking provocative questions.

"Did you not eat dinner before coming here tonight?"

These words failed to enrage these ruthless outlaws, but the situation made them frown. Because of Johnny Blackbird's obstruction, they couldn't advance, and their men were falling one after another.

Unable to join the main battlefield, Cronzio is leading the others in a fierce attack on the rabble of his former allies.

This clearly demonstrates the difference between well-trained and untrained individuals.

While there were many former allies, and even more people came later with the other adopted sons, most of them were new immigrants who had just landed and picked up guns. Many of them didn't even know how to fire a gun properly; at most, they were just wielding knives and acting aggressively.

The more people gathered together, the more chaotic things became, and with Cronzio and his men constantly firing, the death toll kept rising.

Even if these people were originally pushed out as cannon fodder, such casualties are still unacceptable.

So the three of them looked at each other, as if they had made up their minds, and each of them took out a small silver bottle, opened it, and drank it down.

It seemed to contain some kind of medicine; the moment they drank it, bluish-black things began to ripple and move across their skin.

The next moment, a sound like something growing rang out in the dark, rainy night.

Immediately afterwards, the three adopted sons who drank the potion suddenly grew several centimeters in size, tearing through their original clothes. Their muscles swelled, and they even began to grow jet-black and bluish scales.

Their faces also changed; scales appeared, fangs grew from their mouths, and their eyes became vertical pupils.

"The Blood of the Siren".

Johnny Blackbird, who had been speaking in a relaxed and provocative tone, suddenly became completely somber.

Because he suddenly realized what the three people had drunk.

It was some kind of poison, and also some kind of miracle drug.

That thing can make a person's combat power increase dramatically in a short period of time, making them incredibly strong, impervious to pain, amphibious, and also granting them mysterious supernatural abilities.

The downside is that if the poison cannot be detoxified and treated promptly after taking the medication, the person could very well become a mindless monster.

Back in Morma, Johnny Blackbird had personally killed such a monster.

That was just one.

Now, there are three heads in front of him.

Moreover, it's raining tonight.

These things are even more powerful in the rain.

In the blink of an eye, the three-headed monster had vanished.

Their speed increased by more than double.

By the time Johnny Blackbird reacted, they had already surrounded him from three opposite directions.

A military dagger, an iron gauntlet, and a throwing knife were all simultaneously inserted into Johnny Blackbird's body.

Even though he was the immortal Johnny, the impact still caused him to cough up a mouthful of blood, and his body couldn't recover for a while.

"You were right before, we didn't eat much tonight, so why don't we have you, this blackbird, for dinner now?"

“I have a suggestion. Let’s take off his mask first. I’d like to see what kind of face this guy who’s always hiding his face really has.”

"good idea!"

The three adopted sons, who had become completely monstrous, surrounded Johnny the Blackbird, treating him as if he were real prey.

Vasini tried to swing his sword to save them, but the blind man Gil had somehow drunk the blood of the siren, and his mutated claws grabbed the throat-slitter Neil.

(End of this chapter)