Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 367 [The Gunshot]

next moment.

The wine finally spilled from the bottle.

Gunshots rang out from outside the house at just the right moment.

Inside the room, however, there was still no sound of gunfire. The wine was still being poured, dripping down, splashing its clear color, and its aroma filled the air.

This is indeed a fine bottle of wine.

Aren't you worried about your men at all?

Johnson was still staring into Ethan's eyes, as if trying to see something else in them.

Other emotions, other thoughts, other things, anything that might just flash by.

That would be the perfect time.

However, Johnson was destined to be disappointed.

Because there was nothing in Ethan's eyes, only calmness, a calmness so profound it was almost deathly still, without a single ripple.

It was as if he was only doing one thing: pouring wine and getting it into the glass.

He wouldn't care about anything else, including the gunfight taking place outside the house.

He probably didn't know how many enemies were there, what kind of ambushes were being set up, or what kind of casualties his men would suffer.

But he seemed completely indifferent.

"Drink up! This is good wine, it would be a shame not to drink it all!"

Ethan still had a smile on his face.

Even the man named Vincent next to him remained motionless, seemingly unconcerned about what was happening outside.

This made Johnson straighten up involuntarily.

The young man named Ethan in front of him was more difficult to deal with than he had imagined.

No, it should be said that it was completely unexpected.

Originally, in his imagination, Ethan, no matter how capable he was, was still a young man.

He had seen too many outstanding young people, most of whom were overconfident and too fragile.

These kinds of young people are the easiest to defeat: find their most confident point and suddenly attack them.

But the person in front of me...

This prevented him from finding a point of attack.

It's like a perfectly calm lake.

"Drink up, why don't you drink? Do you want some, Roy?"

Ethan was still talking, glancing at the skinny Roy next to him as he spoke.

His movement was completely casual; his gaze had already shifted, yet Johnson still didn't dare to move.

On the contrary, the skinny Roy, who had been waiting for the right moment, was taken aback by the question and didn't know what to say for a while, so he just stood there.

"I...I think I won't use it."

He was afraid to step onto this battlefield.

He regretted saying those words as soon as they left his mouth.

He felt himself being suppressed by the young man in front of him.

But when he wanted to speak again, the opportunity had passed.

Johnson has already taken over the conversation.

“We should definitely drink. We should celebrate, shouldn’t we? Roy, have a drink too.”

Johnson's eyes remained fixed on Ethan as he drank from his glass, not daring to waver in the slightest.

"Of course I'll drink, indeed... we should celebrate."

As Roy said those words, Ethan was already pouring him a drink.

After pouring the wine, Roy picked it up and drank it all in one gulp.

The gunfire outside hadn't stopped.

"Who do you think will win?"

Johnson has struck again.

"Vincent, what do you think?"

Ethan glanced at Vincent.

Vincent smiled. "Of course, they're our people."

Ethan then smiled.

"Are you so confident?"

Johnson also wore a faint smile.

“It’s not confidence.” Ethan’s answer once again surprised Johnson.

Ethan was still laughing, saying, "I'm laughing because some people are really stupid."

"stupid?"

Johnson raised an eyebrow.

If that's the kind of counterattack they're going to launch, then it's pointless.

Young people are just young people.

No need to wait any longer.

I was almost fooled by this guy just now.

"Yeah, it's stupid, don't you think, Vincent?"

"That's really stupid."

Vincent nodded.

"What's so stupid about it?"

"The stupid thing is that these people didn't even do any research beforehand, and they have absolutely no idea what we do."

These words made Johnson even more relaxed; the two brothers in front of him were no longer talking about anything.

So……

"What do you do?"

Skinny Roy asked a question; he was a suspicious person.

“We make moonshine, and everyone knows that our moonshine is the best. Even the bottle we’re drinking right now is made by the Poletta family.”

"so what?"

Roy asked again, almost instinctively.

Yeah, so what? The wine is theirs. Even if they made it, they can still poison it beforehand.
Even if they did poison him, so what?
With his strength...

As Johnson thought of this, Ethan's smile grew even wider.

"It's nothing special, except... you'll probably die a little faster."

"What did you say?!"

Skinny Roy finally couldn't hold back any longer. He drew his gun, but when he was halfway through, he felt his hand lose all strength.

It was as if I had been paralyzed by something.

This is……

poison? !

Was it really poisoned?
when?
Johnson was forced to take action.

Similarly, he also felt that his movements and reactions were much slower, as if he had really been poisoned.

impossible……

With his strength.

As he was thinking this, Ethan's gun was already pressed against his forehead.

That long-lost ebony.

Ethan hadn't used him to kill anyone in a long time.

"I'm laughing because someone actually came to my door to be killed."

Pull the trigger.

Originally, Ethan had planned for the battle to be more intense, since if it was indeed the eldest prince's scheme, he should be able to mobilize some truly skilled individuals to handle the matter.

To everyone's surprise, the other party immediately took out some wine to drink, and it was even wine made by their family.

It should be noted that as the Poletta family's moonshine spread throughout the country, one of his branch's true names, 'The Researcher and Modifier of Fine Wine,' had expanded further and was ready to ripen and bear new fruit at any time.

At the same time, Ethan also gained some new abilities, such as making people very drunk after drinking his family's liquor.

In reality, neither Roy the skinny nor Johnson was poisoned; they were just momentarily too drunk.

Even with their bodies strengthened by the power of the True Name, they could hardly withstand it.

The trigger was pulled.

The bullet came out of the chamber.

In that instant, a group of burly men suddenly jumped out of the seemingly empty room. These men were all carrying military daggers and looked incredibly powerful.

Johnson, who had already been aimed at Ethan's forehead and fired, used his remaining strength to kick the table, falling backward and narrowly avoiding being hit by the bullet.

The sound of a gunshot is the command.

"Kill him."

Johnson growled in a hoarse voice.

(End of this chapter)