Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 151 [Marvin's Cliff]

Strong winds also continued to hit the glass windows of the Prohibition Bureau's third-floor conference room.

Ma Wenzheng looked at the sea silently.

The phonograph was placed behind him, and so many days had passed, but he hadn't asked anyone to take it away.

Because sometimes, he would miss the days when Aberlin was around.

Although Aberlin is a fool and too smart, as long as he is around, the Prohibition Bureau still has a future and hope.

It's not like now, it's dead and dull.

In the entire city of Winster, few people even remember the existence of the Prohibition Bureau.

Obviously, the Prohibition Bureau building is still there.

It all started with that lawsuit. The Prohibition Bureau lost that lawsuit so badly.

What they lost was not just a lawsuit, but also their credibility.

No one is afraid of Prohibition anymore.

In recent Prohibition campaigns, even ordinary people have dared to rebel against the Prohibition Bureau.

An absolute failure.

In particular, after the arrival of the Kingdom Statistics Bureau, the Prohibition Bureau became even quieter.

A few days ago, we finally made some progress in two illegal liquor cases. However, when we went to pick up the suspects, we met the Kingdom Statistics Bureau. They actually took away the evidence on the grounds that the criminals were evading taxes and had to use illegal liquor to pay off the taxes. This indirectly led to their inability to convict the criminals and they had to let them go.

This incident made Marvin extremely angry, and he called Joseph personally.

Joseph then said, "Major Marvin, I don't mean to offend you, but don't you really want to think about why the higher-ups sent us here? The latest bill in Congress is already proposing to abolish the Prohibition Bureau because it's so inefficient and always causes embarrassing problems. It's a complete waste of financial resources. It would be better to invest all of it in the Statistics Bureau. What you can't do, we can do, and what you can do, we can do too."

These words left Marvin silent.

"Also, next time you need something, please come directly here. After all, I'm also a lieutenant colonel. According to my rank, this is considered overstepping my bounds. However, I have a good temper, so I won't blame you. Goodbye, and have a nice day."

After that phone call, Marvin got very angry, which was rare for him.

He locked himself in the office and smashed things like a trapped animal.

He couldn't see a way out.

Although Sandro, whom he regarded as his number one rival, was dead, he did not contribute at all.

Ethan, who killed him, became even more powerful.

There was nothing he could do.

Now Ethan might even have something in his hand that is very disadvantageous to them—

Evidence of collusion between Aberlin and the Church of the Sun.

The evidence at the scene of Aberlin's death last time was just the tip of the iceberg. That was the biggest threat, reminding them not to act rashly.

What to do? Aberline.

How could you die and leave such a mess for us?
Just as he was commemorating the deceased here, the phone in the conference room suddenly rang.

Marvin looked at the phone.

Who would call in at this late hour?
The work of their Prohibition Bureau has basically come to a halt, and their men have all gone on break.

"who are you?"

After answering the phone, Marvin asked directly.

"Director Marvin, you don't need to care who I am. You only need to know one thing: I'm here to help you."

The voice on the phone sounded mechanical and cold, and it was impossible to tell who it was.

But the content of what he said caught Marvin's attention.

help you.

What Marvin needs most now is help.

"How can you help me?"

"It's simple. I'll provide you with what you need most: Ethan's bootleg liquor, the man, the stolen goods, all captured. How about that?"

"..."

Marvin was silent. He probably had guessed who the other person was, even if he had used this method to hide his identity.

But Winston is so small, it’s easy to guess who is against Ethan.

"What, you don't dare?"

The other person smiled, a very mechanical smile, but it was particularly harsh.

"If Chief Marvin doesn't have the guts and is afraid of Ethan, then forget it. I'll have to go find Chief Joseph."

"where?"

Marvin finally said those words.

The man on the phone laughed again, but this time his laugh was meaningful.

"You'll find out soon enough."

The phone hangs up.

Marvin took a deep breath, then immediately notified all those on leave to gather at the Prohibition Bureau. He then turned on the phonograph and played a record.

"To the Tempest".

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The wind blew strongly all night.

The next morning, the wind suddenly stopped, as if it had never been there.

But the real wind has already blown in Winster.

The first is newspapers.

The latest news in the freshly published newspaper is... The land reclamation plan has aroused the wrath of the sea god, and under the miracle, no one is spared!
As a result, the construction site was in a mess.

Judging from the picture, it was completely dark at the time, and it was obviously a picture taken by the reporter last night: the embankment was completely washed away, the sea water flooded onto the land, and was about to engulf the residential area.

There were a lot of corpses and tools soaked in the water.

The scene was so messy that it was simply tragic.

The scene of the sea water filled with water fully demonstrated the power of nature and the wrath of the sea god.

There was more than one newspaper that reported on the incident, and they reported and commented on it from various angles.

Anyway, the point is that land reclamation is wrong.

There had been signs of this before, and a large number of people opposed it, but the city hall insisted on its own way and did not care about the opinions of the people at all.

The seeds of disaster had already been sown.

The city hall cannot escape blame for such a major accident, especially Governor Osvaldo, who should take responsibility and be held accountable for this matter.

In addition to newspapers, the coast was already crowded with people early on.

Everyone was rushing forward, as if wanting to see if there were any corpses in the sea.

But the sea water seemed to have been cleared. It did flood over and broke through the embankment, but the so-called body disappeared without a trace.

But the photos in the newspaper were clearly taken.

For a moment, it seemed as if the incident was shrouded in mystery.

At this time, the city hall finally responded to the matter, saying that a press conference would be held in the city hall in the afternoon to deal with the matter properly.

At the same time, the aftermath of this incident is also underway, including subsequent compensation and the handling of invading seawater.

It must be said that Osvaldo handled the matter very quickly, showing his experienced methods.

But the public's anger is not so easy to dissipate, especially since Ethan had already set fire to the entire Winster in advance.

At that time, it was just a few sparks, but after the wind blew last night, the fire was strong enough to spread across the entire prairie.

Citizens have taken to the streets in droves to demand an end to the land reclamation project.

As for the man who started the fire, Ethan, he had just woken up in the sunshine of San Quanti.

It's like having a night-long hangover.

(End of this chapter)