Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 152 [A Trap Already Prepared]

The sun is still shining brightly in San Quanti.

People who had been hungover all night were still talking and laughing when they woke up the next day. Last night's revelry brought everyone closer together. Some people even suggested that they should come to San Kuangti to collect folk songs at this time every year.

Ethan thought this was a good suggestion. Often, such private group activities would form a special circle.

This circle will bring benefits far beyond imagination.

Today's activity was to photograph the church of San Quanti and Ethan praying with a group of children.

The filming process went smoothly and the children were very cooperative.

In the afternoon, we had planned to go to the port to take photos and arrange a party in the evening.

As a result, uninvited guests arrived.

Several black cars broke into San Quanti and then surrounded the weapons factory.

The person who got off the car was not a stranger and was quite familiar with Ethan.

Marvin.

Director of the Bureau of Prohibition.

He personally led the team to San Quanti. Seeing that he looked dusty and a little tired, it was obvious that he had not slept at all.

At this time, Ethan and his friends had just finished lunch, and a group of reporters were a little stunned by this scene.

They were eating and singing when they were suddenly surrounded.

Moreover, if they remembered correctly, Director Marvin had already been defeated by Ethan in court.

What do you want to do this time?
"Ethan Porretta, we have found that you are involved in a bootlegging case. We are now formally arresting you on the charge of organizing bootlegging."

After hearing what Marvin said, everyone present was thinking, again?
Ethan sighed, then stood up and said to him, "Chief Marvin, are you sure you really want to do this?"

Marvin stepped forward and said in a voice that only they could hear: "Yes, and this time, I will never let you touch that wine again. You are dead."

"I'm not talking about the wine."

If it's not about the wine, then it must be about Aberlin.

Aberlin colluded with the Cult of the Sun.

"Don't try to threaten me with that. Even if I and the others all go in, we will drag you down with us."

After saying these words, Marvin finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He felt that he had vented all the frustration he had endured these days, so he gave it his all.

He wanted to show those people that their Prohibition Bureau could get things done.

"Okay, I'll go with you, but I want to take my own car because I'm worried about you falsely accusing me before. I want to ensure my safety before I see my lawyer."

Ethan actually said this to the reporters present.

The reporters present were there to collect information, but they didn't expect to get such first-hand information.

The Prohibition Bureau is framing Ethan again?

This kind of title is rare and good news recently.

Unfortunately, they didn't know that something even more violent was happening in Winster right now.

With so many reporters watching, Marvin really couldn't do anything to Ethan. He could only agree to Ethan's request.

Sophia was worried again, but Ethan looked at her, smiled and said, "It's okay, Sophia, it must be another misunderstanding. I'll go back and explain it to them. Get in the car, I'll take you home first." So, the afternoon shoot was canceled and the reporters went back with them. After all, Ethan's story was big news.

As for the children, they stayed.

It just so happened that Krenzo and his friends who came with them all wanted to learn how to use a gun, so they could stay here and train.

Just as Ethan was on his way back, the situation in Winster where seawater was flooding back, breaking the embankment and flooding the residential area was becoming increasingly serious.

Even though Osvaldo had taken timely action, angry and panicked citizens still gathered outside the city hall to protest, demanding an immediate end to the land reclamation plan.

Seeing that the guards of the city hall were unable to stop the people, the city hall was in chaos, but at this critical moment, everyone suddenly lost their backbone.

Osvaldo is gone.

What about the Osvaldos?
He is currently basking in the holiday sunshine.

"I didn't expect it to be like this. How did he do it?"

Victor still looked so leisurely, as if the embankment that was washed away last night was not his property, and those who died were not his men.

"I don't know, maybe..." Osvaldo shook his head again. "It doesn't matter what it is. Anyway... the result will be the same."

His next sentence seemed a bit puzzling.

"Can Marvin hold him back?" Victor asked another question.

"Probably not, but that's not important. What's important is that we catch him back." Osvaldo turned over and began to bask in the sun. "Next, all we have to do is wait. Wait patiently."

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It was already late at night when Ethan returned to Winster.

He first sent Sophia home.

Unexpectedly, Ned was still awake. He seemed to be waiting for Ethan.

Ned sent Sophia upstairs to bed first, then looked at Ethan and said, "Well done, beautifully done. How did you do that, Ethan?"

"Secret." Ethan smiled. "What's the situation now?"

"We're heading where we want." Ned poured two glasses of red wine and handed one to Ethan.

"How are you? Are you okay this time? That mad dog Marvin seems to want to die with you. Do you need my help? He suffered a lot in court because of what happened last time."

"No, I don't think I'll even have to go to court this time." Ethan took the wine and took a sip. "Besides, this is exactly what I want. What do you think if Marvin becomes our dog?"

"What did you say?" This surprised Ned. He didn't know how to do it.

"It's actually very simple. If a person is defeated repeatedly and has lost all his cards, his faith, his future, his glory, and then someone who has something on him is willing to lend him a hand and say, 'Let's put aside our differences and do this together,' what do you think he will do?"

Ethan said with a smile.

Ned looked at Ethan's smile and called out his name: "Ethan, oh, Ethan, Ethan, God, are you really only nineteen years old? Why do I feel that you are a more terrifying man than me?"

"Actually, I'm already twenty years old and I've celebrated my birthday." Ethan and Ned clinked their glasses and drank the wine in their glasses in one gulp.

"Well, I think I have to go. Tomorrow is a big day and I don't want to miss the opportunity to see the show."

"Have a sweet dream, Ethan, but be careful of Joseph. He's been a little too quiet lately."

"Don't worry, Ned, I handled it very cleanly. Have a sweet dream."

(End of this chapter)