Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 33 [Testing the Gun]

Even when his ex-wife begged him tearfully to return their daughter to her, and Murphy, who had always seemed to be able to manipulate him at will, could only stand by with a gloomy face and remain silent, Bob still had a feeling of extreme unreality.

Is the matter settled like this?

The lawsuit no longer needed to continue; Murphy withdrew it.

His money was saved, his daughter was saved, and even his wife...

Ethan said that if he didn't want a divorce, he didn't have to.

Just watching Murphy look at his ex-wife as if she were a piece of waste paper, he instantly lost his appetite.

It’s better not to have a woman like this.

It was almost as if Bob walked out of the Dimel Law Firm on a cloud, and only when the sun shone on him did he feel like he had landed.

He looked at Ethan, who was young and handsome and looked like a god in the sun. He bowed his head sincerely, took Ethan's left hand, kissed the emblem on his ring finger, and said, "Thank you for everything you have done for me, Mr. Pauletta."

Ethan took his hand and said with a smile, "Don't be like this, Bob. We are friends, aren't we? Friends should help each other. If you are in trouble, of course I will help you. Next time if something like this happens, be sure to tell me as soon as possible."

"Yes, Your Excellency."

"Come on, let's go get something to eat and chat about your law firm."

Bob quickly agreed, but for a moment he was a little confused. What did he mean by "my law firm"?

I don’t have a law firm either?
For lunch, we chose a steak house near a law firm. Since it is located near a law firm, the quality must be good.

At least in terms of the quality of the beef, Ethan likes the tender and juicy feeling.

"You just said, what's going on with my law firm?"

"Oh, haven't you already left Dimel? Then you'll need a place to work, right? Besides, the family business is expanding, and I'm afraid you can't handle it all by yourself. Why don't you open a law firm and hire more people? After all, I'm a legitimate businessman, and I need adequate legal protection. If someone wants to harm me, I can fight back to protect my rights, right?"

Ethan cut off a small piece of beef and put it in his mouth, nodding while chewing.

"This fat is quite good. I like this steakhouse. I think you can open your law firm next door. Dimel is also here. It seems to be a good location."

"Yes..." Bob nodded, and the feeling of walking on clouds came back. He felt that he had won the jackpot today and was almost knocked out by the continuous surprises.

“But the housing prices here are very expensive…”

"Bob, don't worry about the money. I'm attracted by your talent. You just need to give me that part in return. As for the rest, leave it to me."

"Yes, sir, I..."

"Ethan, I've said it many times, call me Ethan, we are friends."

"Yes, Ethan, I will try my best!"

There was a sparkle in Bob's eyes, and even his drooping hair seemed to come back to life.

After lunch, Bob went back to see his daughter, and Ethan went to inspect the factory.

In the car, Anya couldn't help but say, "Master, the houses in that area are very expensive. It takes a lot of money to support a large group of lawyers. Our account is already tight..."

"Anya, don't be afraid to spend money. Whatever we spend now will be returned tenfold. We need lawyers and laws. Besides, hasn't our first batch of liquor been shipped? The money will be returned soon." The first batch of illegal liquor was not only sent from the Poseidon to various ports, they would also be sent from various hotels, casinos, brothels, and underground bars to every corner of the city.

In this era of prohibition, people would search for alcohol with great patience, and would be willing to pay for it even if it cost ten times the price.

This is the best era.

Ethan quickly arrived in the southern suburbs to inspect the new factory.

Compared to the illegal distillery under the Beauty Bay, this is definitely a formal large factory with sufficient staff.

The only shortcoming may be the lack of experience and skills. Ethan plans to transfer Walter Jones over and let him manage two places at the same time.

After comforting the workers, Ethan left the art factory and headed towards the city again.

He hadn't seen Velen for a few days, so he had to ask about the new territories that the Cabrera family had taken over.

It was almost evening when they arrived at the Velen Tavern. Coincidentally, Velen had returned for dinner. Seeing Ethan, he clapped his hands and said, "Master, you've come just in time. The gun you asked me to try making last time is now finished. I brought it to you. I was planning to deliver it to the manor tomorrow."

"That's perfect. Take it out and let's go to the wine cellar and try it now."

Ethan is also very concerned about the gun. If it can be trial-made and then mass-produced, the armed forces of the Poletta family will be taken to a higher level, and they will have an absolute advantage when facing any enemy.

Coming to the wine cellar, Velen took out a large wooden box, opened it, and found a pitch-black gun inside.

From the perspective of appearance, although there are still some differences from the submachine guns Ethan had seen in his previous life, after all, the drawings he provided were not completely replicated. Besides, the firearms in this world have the shape of this world.

But just from the feel of the gun at first glance, Ethan felt that the taste was right.

He picked up the gun. The gun was very heavy, but Ethan's body had been baptized by the "Name of the True God", so it was not difficult for him to hold it.

But if ordinary people use it, it may still be a little uncomfortable, and the weight needs to be improved.

"Master, I've tried the gun. It fires fine, the barrel is smooth, and it's a very good design."

Velen said compliments.

He himself was considered an expert in guns, having seen countless long and short guns. He felt that the design of this gun was okay, but far from being wonderful. He was still a little reluctant to say that it was a genius design.

Ethan just nodded, raised his gun, and stood in the center of the shooting range.

When he held the gun completely, Ethan felt an inexplicable sense of flesh and blood connection.

He even felt that his 'true God's name' was slightly shaken.

He ignored it and focused on the target in front of him. After taking a deep breath for three seconds, he pulled the trigger.

In an instant, bullets poured out wildly as his fingers kept pulling the trigger. The crisp sound of the bullets was as neat and rhythmic as typing.

Originally, Velen was just waiting for Ethan to fire a shot before he rushed over, but when Ethan really started shooting, he froze in place.

This gun...

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