Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 5 [Blood Debt Repaid with Blood]

"Before you go in, I have one last question for you, Anya."

"what is the problem?"

"By wearing this emblem, am I considered the leader of the Poretta family?"

"……Yes."

"So, will you obey whatever orders I give you?"

"Yes." "Very good."

This was the last question Ethan asked before coming in.

So after he called out Joan's name, he gave Anya the first order without hesitation.

"shot!"

After hearing the order, Anya took out her gun and shot without any hesitation.

Faced with the sudden gunshot, the other three people in the conference room were obviously caught off guard.

But as the victim of this shot, Joan was caught off guard but did not panic. He was extremely calm.

Even if the bullet is about to fly in front of him.

Because in his opinion, this shot posed no threat at all, and he could easily dodge it by using his own abilities.

Even fight back.

So a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He didn't know where this kid from the Boletta family got the courage and sense to dare to make the first move.

But this undoubtedly gave him an excellent reason and excuse.

What a fool.

He supported himself on the wooden table in front of him with both hands and was about to activate his ability, but suddenly he realized that the power of his true name, which was flowing harmoniously in his body like blood, suddenly disappeared as if it had lost its signal.

The bullet is right in front of me.

He opened his eyes wide and forced himself to dodge the shot, relying on his years of experience and explosive power gained from walking between life and death.

But, there was more than one shot.

At the moment Anya shot, Ethan also pulled out his gun and shot.

After he asked Anya that question, he asked her for a gun.

He naturally didn't know how to use a gun before, and neither did his predecessors. His skills and knowledge in using guns came from the authority of the name.

The instigator and protector of violence.

The moment he held the gun, he knew how to use it.

Margaux 647 is the latest masterpiece of Margaux.

Even the name of the gun automatically popped into Ethan's mind.

So he naturally fired the shot steadily and accurately, and even calculated the direction of Joan's avoidance to the exact degree.

The large-caliber bullet directly penetrated Joan's eyebrows, and a flower of flesh and blood bloomed on his head. Red and white liquids splashed out. The power was so strong that it was worthy of the name of the hand cannon promoted by the Magnan Company.

It wasn't until the liquid hit the ground with a sharp and obvious sound that Fred and Emilio reacted.

Fred completely disregarded his image and crawled under the table, not giving Ethan any chance to shoot again, while Emilio stood up and slammed the contract in his hand heavily on the chairman's table.

"Ethan from the Pauletta family, are you going to tear up the armistice agreement?"

He suppressed his anger, because it was not just the shot that Ethan had fired, but also the fact that on the contract he had just received, there was no Ethan's name on the signature area. It clearly said: No.

"As you can see, there is no need for an armistice. The instigator of the war is dead."

Ethan didn't plan to continue shooting. On the one hand, Fred's reaction was very quick and didn't give him a chance.

On the other hand, he could sense a power unknown to him surging within Emilio.

He certainly had no intention of going to war with Sandro.

"I didn't expect that you would inherit the name of Pauletta in the end."

Emilio had already seen the emblem Ethan wore on his left ring finger, but his words had a different meaning.

"Yeah, who would have thought?"

Ethan smiled.

While the two people were talking, a lot of footsteps were heard outside the conference room, and a strong sense of malice was gathering.

Obviously, Joan also left a lot of people in the hotel, and they came after hearing the gunshots.

If I continue to stay, it will be troublesome.

Fred, I'll have to kill him next time.

Fortunately, Joan is dead.

"Please give my regards to the esteemed Monsignor Sandro. Once I have eliminated the traitors from my family, I will personally visit him to express my gratitude."

After Ethan finished speaking, he took Anya and ran to a dark window nearby. While he closed his eyes to rest, he had already observed the terrain. This was his planned escape route.

Outside the window is the hotel's garden, which has become lifeless in the cold autumn and winter. Further away is the majestic North Sea, and the sound of the tide can be faintly heard.

The conference room was on the second floor, and with his current physical condition, there was no problem at all for him to jump down.

He turned around and looked at Emilio again, but the other party still had no intention of stopping him.

In fact, Ethan has always been on guard against him, and now it seems that the other party is also afraid of him.

Is it because he killed Joan so easily and without any hesitation?

"Goodbye, Mr. Emilio, and forgive me for staining this beautiful evening with blood."

As he spoke, he jumped down and landed lightly on the frozen hard ground.

Immediately, Anya also jumped down, and Ethan caught her.

She was unexpectedly light, lying in Ethan's arms like a ball of velvet.

Looking at Anya's extremely delicate face, maybe it was because the moonlight was too bright tonight, or because he had just killed someone, but a strange power was surging in Ethan's body, so that his eyes were slightly emitting a dark purple color. He couldn't help but lower his head and kissed the girl's lips.

Anya's expression finally changed. Her face turned crimson and her breathing became rapid. She quickly broke free, took a deep breath, and then forced herself to calm down and said, "Master, I will take you to the dock now. The boat is waiting. We can leave Winster and go to the capital as quickly as possible."

"No, no, no, no, Anya, I've changed my mind. I won't go back to the capital." Ethan shook his head. He felt like he was riding on clouds. There was an indescribable power surging in his body, making him feel like he was flying. He murmured, "Blood debt must be paid with blood."

As soon as he uttered the last word, he suddenly raised his hand and fired, hitting a head that was sticking out of the window above.

It's Joan's people.

"They're here!"

They have been discovered.

Ethan immediately rushed towards the hotel entrance with Anya.

Joan's people didn't react that quickly, so no one caught up until Ethan brought Anya back to the car.

As for the people Joan arranged outside, they had no idea what was happening in the hotel and were probably still hesitating whether to come up. Anya had already driven Klaus's spear and rushed out like a wild horse.

Looking at the street scenes passing quickly outside the car window, Ethan felt as if he was drunk.

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