Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 137 [Landing]

The sun has completely set.

The last ray of afterglow was gathered into the end of the sea.

Winster's night has come.

Although it is not as brightly lit as the night in the royal capital, as the largest city on the northern coast, the night in Winster also has its own splendor.

At least its neon lights are unique because they use the latest technology from the Old World.

Looking at the city lit up by neon lights, Solomon couldn't help but sigh from a high place: "This is the country we want to protect."

Marvin was standing behind him at this moment, extremely respectful.

"Marvin, I know you have resentment towards me."

"No, General, I dare not." Ma Wen immediately stood up straight and said.

"I brought you up, how could I not know what you're thinking?" Solomon interrupted him, saying, "But rules are rules. Sometimes there's more to it than just right or wrong."

"Yes, General." Marvin lowered his head.

"I'm leaving soon," Solomon said suddenly.

"General, you..." This news was indeed a surprise to Marvin.

Because he knew very well the determination and effort Solomon had invested in Winster, but now he had nothing in return and was leaving?
"The eastern part of the kingdom has been very unstable recently. I have to go back." Solomon sighed when he said this.

"However, Heisenberg will be back soon and will take over my job. When the time comes, you need to cooperate with him."

"As ordered."

"I understand your feelings. When the time is right, I will give you an explanation."

The conversation ended here, and the night grew darker.

And at the same time.

Frank and the others were also looking at the same night scene.

The location remained the same, still in Victoria's largest suite.

"I can't treat you to dinner tonight, Frank, so you'll have to make do with it for now."

Osvaldo picked up a piece of bread that he had prepared in advance and handed it to Frank.

Frank took it but didn't eat it. Instead, he asked, "Sir Osvaldo, I don't understand why we are meeting here?"

Although Frank was arrogant, he was also considerate of people. He still maintained respect for people like Osvaldo who were already of sufficient status.

"Is your brother coming to Winster soon?" Osvaldo did not answer his question, but asked a question instead.

"…How did you know that?"

"To survive in the kingdom, isn't it the most important thing to have sharp eyes and ears?" Osvaldo picked up a piece of bread, took a bite, and said with a smile.

"He is indeed arriving soon. Your Excellency wants to..." Since Osvaldo has said this, Frank feels that they can indeed have a chat.

Because the real purpose of his trip was to pave the way for his brother.

Although he suffered a lot from Ethan, if he could reach some cooperation with Osvaldo, he might be able to make up for his mistake.

"It's not convenient for me to get involved in tax matters. After all, the kingdom has the latest laws. However, if you need my help, it's not impossible."

Osvaldo looked at Frank with a smile.

So the two of them began to have a pleasant conversation.

In the end, Frank drank two more glasses and felt a little dizzy.

The only thing that made him feel strange was that for some reason, there was no light on in the room.

When it was getting darker at night, Osvaldo walked onto the balcony and stood side by side with Victor.

"It seems that Ethan is very patient."

Victor hugged his arms, not afraid of the increasingly cold night wind, and still wore a vest.

"Based on my understanding of his past, he certainly wouldn't make impulsive decisions. But... the situation is different now, and his position is different too. Positions can lead to changes in thinking." "Then should I go in and kill that kid from the capital now?"

"Don't worry, he has to die at the right time. Wait a little longer."

"What if Ethan doesn't come?"

"That's fine. Didn't we make a deal? Besides, can't your people take this opportunity to land? Ethan's eyes are on you right now."

--------

The night wind is getting colder.

Although it is spring, it is still cold in Winchester late at night, especially at the seaside.

It was already ten o'clock in the evening.

At this time, there were no people at the dock except for those smugglers in the middle of the night.

Just as the headlights at the dock once again illuminated the entire embankment, a large ship approached silently.

This is a somewhat secluded area, and it does not belong to any big businessman in the market, or Ethan.

It belongs to the city hall, but it is not used much.

So under normal circumstances, no one would have thought that this pier would be used for landing and docking in the middle of the night.

As soon as the boat stopped, someone jumped off the boat.

Although there was no light on, the man seemed to be able to see in the dark, and his whole body was as steady as an iron tower.

"Safety."

After the man landed, he seemed to have confirmed something, turned around and shouted to the person behind him, his voice carrying some kind of mechanical friction.

Then someone else on the boat jumped toward the shore.

But, just as these people were about to land.

light is on.

The glaring lights made the entire ship almost white.

Along with the lights came the sound of dense bullets.

"Da da da da——"

The bullets kept jumping like a typewriter.

Winster typewriter.

The Porretta family has arrived.

A group of men in windbreakers and top hats suddenly rushed out from the darkness, carrying what seemed to be an endless supply of bullets.

However, those who landed were not overwhelmed by the forest of bullets as imagined.

They were indeed being forced back step by step by the bullet fire, but they were not dead. Steam-like air suddenly emerged from their bodies, and their entire bodies made a buzzing sound like a mechanical overload, but they were still struggling desperately to move forward.

"What the hell is this?"

The leader was none other than Velen. He looked at this group of guys who seemed to be invincible with bullets and reloaded his magazine.

Vincent, who was cooperating with him, threw away the Winster typewriter in his hand and walked forward with a huge machete.

"Cover me, Velen, Shadow, let's go!"

With the real name of God of War, he was extremely fast and rushed to the group of monsters in an instant. His sword was so powerful that with just one blow, he cut off the head of a Brotherhood of Steel member who was rushing in the front.

This time, the man finally fell down like a machine without an engine.

However, behind him, people kept jumping out.

This night is destined to be filled with blood and fire.

(End of this chapter)