Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 370 [Echo]

When the remaining two also knelt down in front of Ethan.

Johnson, who had regained some strength and was preparing to fight from the sidelines, was completely stunned.

That was a gap as wide as a chasm.

He had naively thought he could easily take down Ethan on his own, without even needing the other three to lift a finger.

He was well aware of the strength of those three people.

They are all true monsters and war machines, deadly moves that even the military wouldn't easily use.

They all fought their way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Johnson once tried to challenge them and take someone's place, but he didn't even last a minute.

The sheer fighting spirit emanating from the opponent was enough to make him almost afraid to make a move.

That was someone he could only look up to.

However, now, these three people of such caliber fell at the feet of that young man named Ethan in less than five minutes.

Johnson was shaking; he couldn't remember the last time he had shaken like that.

He originally thought that his strength had long since eradicated this instinct of weakness from his body.

It turns out, he just hadn't met a truly powerful opponent yet.

His eyes saw that one person did not seem to have completely given in; that person was crawling on the ground, trying to escape.

But that person seemed to have forgotten one thing: the three of them had already left bloodstains here, turning it into a deathmatch arena.

In this arena, only when your opponent dies can you leave alive.

So he could only wriggle futilely on the edge, like an extremely ugly maggot.

Ethan walked over slowly, not making a move, but instead tilting his ear as if listening to something.

After listening for a while, he raised his sword and plunged it into the man's chest, sending him on his final journey.

With this person's death, the Deathmatch Arena was finally closed.

Johnson also heard the sound, a sound coming from outside, the sound of the gunfire stopping.

Who's winning?
Johnson had no doubts whatsoever; he knew that Ethan's men would win.

The overwhelming pressure Ethan had exerted in those few minutes had rendered him unable to think straight.

The fact is, the Poletta family won.

As the last bullet casing fell to the ground.

Vincent wiped his hands with the clothes of the dead man next to him and lit a cigarette for himself.

He didn't actually put in much effort.

The family guards' strength far exceeded his expectations, even though the enemy was actually more than twice their size.

The guy who wanted to deal with Ethan really went all out.

Unfortunately, they didn't know what they were dealing with.

The Poletta family's guards moved with lightning speed and swift movement, cutting through the manor like ghosts.

Just as Ethan told him in the car, he would bring everyone home.

Vincent looked back at the guards, who stood amidst piles of bullets and corpses, their silence almost sacred.

He knew it was all Ethan's power, and his gaze finally settled on the large house.

His eyes were filled with only satisfaction and pride.

This is my brother, and this is the head of the Poletta family.

This is their era.

When Vincent was halfway through his cigarette, he seemed to hear a sound coming from a great distance.

It sounded like a bell.

Is it the sound of bells?
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It was indeed the sound of bells.

The bells of Winston are ringing.

That was the sound of bells indicating an emergency in the city.

The advice is for everyone to stay home and avoid going out as much as possible.

So what happened in the city? Intense fighting ensued.

In the heart of the Poletta family’s territory, a large number of unfamiliar gunmen suddenly appeared and launched a sudden attack.

But the Poletta family was not unprepared.

In fact, the counterattack was incredibly swift from the very beginning of the gunfight.

They didn't seem like they were attacked at all; rather, they seemed like they were already waiting there.

It's like waiting for a rabbit to run into a tree stump.

During their counterattack, in addition to gunfire, there were also occasional blinding flashes of light.

Moreover, when the battle reached a stalemate, the Prohibition Bureau and the Kingdom's Statistics Bureau suddenly joined the fight, creating a two-pronged attack.

This was a pre-planned ambush.

"Now, who do you think will win?"

The sound of the bells naturally reached the consul's office.

In fact, the phone in the governor's office had been ringing loudly for more than ten minutes, but no one answered it.

Ghosn, the servant who was supposed to answer the phone, was pouring the third round of tea.

"I know what you're planning, the Prohibition Bureau and the Statistics Bureau, right? But how many people do they have? We've prepared plenty of people this time. Do you think we have a chance of winning with just the people from those two bureaus and the rabble left behind by Ethan?"

Naruf looked at Ned's expression and felt uncomfortable, but he didn't really think he would lose.

He's been here for over three months and has already figured out everything about this place.

There weren't many people in either bureau, and the leaders were generally not very strong. After limiting the possibility of the Northern Military Command joining, Ethan took away the core forces that could fight.

Therefore, they cannot possibly lose.

The Elliman family went all out this time, deploying all of their mercenaries, all of whom were skilled veterans who had spent years at sea as pirates and adventurers, making them highly capable fighters.

How could someone who spends their time in the grime of the city possibly be able to rival such a wolf of the sea?

Naruf felt a little agitated at this thought, and he couldn't help but get up and walk to the window, where he could vaguely see the battlefield.

He naturally also saw the flashes of light that appeared from time to time.

"The Sun God Cult? Ha..."

He couldn't help but sneer.

That's something I missed calculating.

But how much power does the Sun God Cult have in the kingdom?
On the contrary, this will become a new handle, and then Ned will be charged with another crime.

"If your only chance of winning is these fanatics..."

"You do not understand."

Ned suddenly interrupted him.

Ned didn't actually know Ethan's specific arrangements, but he trusted Ethan.

There is no reason.

There was even a hint of fanaticism in his eyes.

This color also appeared on the battlefield.

They appeared not only in the eyes of the few mixed-up followers of the Sun God Cult, but more often in the eyes of the lower-ranking members of the Poletta family, who were considered a mob.

They seemed to hear something, and then felt an incredible power filling their bodies.

At that moment, they seemed to hear some kind of echo.

It comes from a very far away place.

It looks like it's in the sky.

Or perhaps, the capital city.

South District of the Royal Capital, the Holy Church.

Inside the enormous, dark building, the sound of people praying seemed to reach the highest heavens.

"Great Lord, may your will be done on earth as it is in heaven."

"Amen."

(End of this chapter)