Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 138 [Iron Tyrant]

A heart.

A heart was placed in front of Ethan.

To be more precise, it was no longer a heart, but some kind of flesh and blood wrapped in metal.

But it was indeed taken from someone's heart and is still beating slightly, so it can still be called a heart.

"The wounded have been properly taken care of, and compensation has been sent to those who died."

Vincent walked in covered in blood. He had some bruises on his body, but they didn't seem too serious and his mental state was okay.

But he was still very dissatisfied with the outcome of tonight's battle.

Because they failed to completely capture those smuggled members of the Brotherhood of Steel, although more than half of them were killed or injured, many still took the opportunity to sneak into Winster.

The Poletta family also suffered more than ten casualties.

"Vincent, you don't have to blame yourself. I should be the one to blame. I didn't fully understand my opponent's situation."

Ethan saw Vincent's condition and said something.

Vincent shook his head: "You've done well enough."

Originally, Vincent and the others thought that since Victor had come to bully them, they had to fight back.

The simplest and most underground way is to directly raid the hotel where Victor is staying and kill him in the hotel, so that all revenge will be taken.

But Ethan rejected this approach. He reasoned that since the other party dared to provoke him so blatantly, they must have a backup plan.

Later, through a series of complicated relationships, they also found out that a ship would be docking at a long-unused pier affiliated with the city hall tonight.

Victor didn't bring anyone with him, so the sudden arrival of a ship at the City Hall Pier, which had not been used for a long time, was most likely related to him.

Ethan sets an ambush.

Sure enough, he hit the target in one go.

After the ambush, the news from Holiday Sunshine, the hotel where Victor was staying, also confirmed Ethan's previous inference.

Because, Consul Osvaldo actually came out from inside.

If Ethan and his team had chosen Victor as their target, things would probably have been difficult to resolve.

Ethan's arrangement was not wrong, but none of them expected that Victor's men were so powerful.

The intensity is almost weird.

They are like people assembled from mechanical metal. It is difficult for bullets to kill them. The only way to kill them completely is to cut off their heads or destroy their hearts.

This is also the reason why Vincent brought back the heart.

Even though it has been separated from the body, the heart can still beat.

They were a bunch of monsters.

"One thing we can be sure of now is that Victor's real name is probably not among the top ten. It's most likely the eleventh real name, the Iron Tyrant."

Ethan looked at the still beating heart.

That definitely cannot be the technology of mortals. If the normal level of technology has reached this level, the entire kingdom will change.

It could only be that a high-ranking member of the Brotherhood of Steel possessed some kind of real name, which led to this result.

Metal, creation, and not something related to alchemy, so the most appropriate real name series can only be Iron Tyrant.

And judging from the quality of the Brotherhood of Steel members, his rank is probably not low, maybe fourth, or... fifth level?

"Vincent, you're already tired enough tonight, go and get some rest first."

Ethan glanced at Vincent.

He always felt that his elder brother always put himself in too important a position.

This can sometimes overwhelm you. After Vincent left, Ethan called Huoyan.

A scientific research fanatic like Huo Yan was still awake late at night and seemed a little excited when he answered the phone.

"Godfather, how did you know I was almost done? Sure enough, we have a spiritual resonance when it comes to scientific research!"

"Have you finished the gun?" Ethan didn't expect such an accident to happen.

He had indeed given Huoyan a design sketch before and told him the general concept.

In fact, it was a variant of a sniper rifle. After he designed the Winster typewriter, he found that the Winster typewriter was still not powerful enough for the True Name user, so he thought of the sniper rifle.

Unfortunately, the skills of his craftsmen were limited and they could not meet his needs.

Fortunately, he later met Living Flame, and not only was his idea able to be completed, but with the blessing of alchemy, the power might even reach that of the sniper rifles of his time.

But he has been so busy these days that he almost forgot about it.

"Yes, after you proposed the design concept, I started working overtime. Don't worry, it's all your idea, there is absolutely no deviation..." As soon as he talked about scientific research, Huo Yan started chattering again.

"Very good, bring the gun here, just for the next two days." Ethan interrupted him and said decisively.

"Okay... wait a minute, I'll bring it over. What do you mean?" Huo Yan was about to nod in agreement, but he immediately realized something was wrong.

"I need you, so come to Winster right away." Ethan repeated again.

"But... I'm very busy here, and you also said that you won't force me..." Huo Yan was still making excuses.

Ethan had already hung up the phone.

Before, he wanted to show some courtesy, but now Victor suddenly appeared and he urgently needed help.

As for how to target and crack the real name of the Iron Tyrant, perhaps Living Flame, as an ancient creator, can give some good suggestions.

Besides, the weapons factory in San Quanti is about to be built, and a supervisor is also needed there.

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Although no absolute victory was achieved.

But Ethan's ambush at the dock still had enough impact.

At least, one thing everyone knows is that even with the consul's support, Victor was unable to gain any advantage over Ethan.

Most of his men were killed or injured by Ethan. He lost face at the city hall that afternoon, but Ethan picked it up again.

The Winster typewriters roaring at the dock at midnight told everyone a fact: the king of the underground in this city is still Pauletta.

Anyone who dares to provoke Pauletta will have to pay the price.

The next day, after drinking some sobering tea in the hotel, Frank finally felt much better and read the tabloid in his hand.

The tabloids, of course, are exaggerating last night's scuffle on the docks.

Although many of the contents are untrue, the core is correct, that is, the Poletta family fiercely ambushed outsiders.

Frank naturally knew who the outsider was.

He suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

Because he thought about what happened last night, Osvaldo inexplicably asked him to stay for a drink and didn't let him leave until late at night.

If Ethan had attacked the Holiday Inn last night...

"Cousin, cousin, good news! Good news! My eldest cousin is here!"

Just when he was feeling terrified, George's third son, William, rushed in excitedly from outside and shouted.

"How do you know?" Frank was very curious.

(End of this chapter)