Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 35 [Hyenas in the Sewer]

The long sunny weather in Winchester finally brought a cold rain.

This should be the last cold rain in Winston this year.

From now on, there will be nothing but snow.

Rainwater continued to slide down through the eaves and eventually flowed into the dark sewer.

Winster's sewer system is quite complete. Because it is close to the sea, Winster's municipal engineering has allocated a lot of resources to the sewer system a long time ago.

In addition, several subsequent city governors continued to repair it for the sake of political achievements, so that for a long time, the sewers in Winster were quite comfortable, clean and warm, and became the residence of many homeless people.

Although there were several subsequent sweeps and crackdowns, and many entrances and exits were closed, the number of these people hiding underground was greatly reduced.

But there are still people who sneak in when the patrolmen on the ground are not paying attention.

For example, at this moment, under a manhole somewhere, someone is trying hard to raise his head to catch the rainwater flowing down from the ground.

Even though the rain was cold, bitter, and had all sorts of indescribable flavors, he still tried his best to open his mouth wide and pour the rain into his throat.

He hadn't had fresh water for several days, let alone food. Even though his physique was already different from that of an ordinary person, he would be extremely weak if he didn't eat well for a long time.

Not to mention, he was injured.

There was an extremely neat cut on his right hand, as if his right hand had been cut off at the root.

Although the wound has scabbed over and is no longer bleeding, it can be seen from the dark purple flesh that this injury is seriously affecting his health.

After drinking enough rainwater, he took out a jar he had picked up and began to collect rainwater. After collecting three or four jars, he carried the jars back to his hiding place with difficulty.

He has been hiding in the sewer for almost half a month, and he doesn't know when the pursuit of him on the ground will end.

But he knew that in his current situation, he would die if he went out, so he had to hold on until they stopped looking for him.

With his bloodshot eyes, he picked up a bag of expired bread, tore it into pieces and was about to eat it.

Suddenly, a voice came from the darkness beside me.

"He used to be an elite reserve member of the police station's special operations department, but now he's eating garbage like a dog in the sewer. How sad."

"Who?!" The man stared at the darkness with great vigilance. He curled up into a ball and made a gesture as if to pounce. He really looked like a ferocious wild dog.

The people in the darkness stopped talking, and only the sound of hard leather boots kicking the ground echoed in the sewer.

After a long time, the person who was speaking finally walked to where there was light.

The man was wearing a black leather coat that was obviously made of high-quality leather. His face was firm and square, and he was filled with an aura like a stone. The most eye-catching thing about him was the bright purple tie hanging around his neck.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Marvin Prius, captain of the third squad of the Kingdom Security Bureau's Special Service Division, and currently the Kingdom's Prohibition Agent, Lewis Campbell. I'm here to take you back to the team. A lion should run on the grassland, not fight for food with hyenas in the gutter. I admire everything you've done in Winster."

The man said, walked in front of Lewis and stretched out his hand.

Lewis, who was no different from a homeless person, was at a loss and had lost his vigilance. It was not until Marvin held his intact hand and pulled him up from the ground that he shed tears of blood.

"Yes, sir!"

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Ethan couldn't help but sneeze. He wondered if it was because it suddenly rained today.

Eugenides, who was standing aside reporting, quickly closed the window with a look of displeasure, then quickly returned to Ethan's front and stood there with his head lowered.

Eugenides came to report on his own initiative. The power of the first batch of bootleg liquor has already exploded. Even if the profits from the Poseidon are excluded, the bootleg liquor now distributed everywhere has generated huge profits.

As the treasurer, Eugenides came with great tact.

Ethan looked through the accounts. In addition to the income from bootlegging, there was also a summary of other industries, but compared with bootlegging, it was really not worth mentioning.

This is really the most profitable business, no wonder everyone is trying so hard to get into it.

"Well done, Eugenides. I will definitely commend you at the next family meeting."

Ethan casually praised.

After the last meeting, Ethan set the rules and held a regular meeting every month to count the merits and demerits and then give rewards and punishments.

Eugenides seemed very excited, and kept expressing his gratitude and wanted to come up and kiss Ethan's badge.

Ethan stopped him and said, "Go back early. This is the busiest period. You need to coordinate the funds."

Eugenides left with gratitude.

Ethan also breathed a sigh of relief. The funds had flowed back, and there was no problem at all whether he was mass-producing the Winster typewriter or helping Bob establish a new law firm.

Ever since that night when he awakened his new authority by naming the prototype of the Winster typewriter, Ethan has been particularly concerned about this gun.

He went to find Velen the next day and communicated with the craftsmen in person. He made an improved version that same day. After improving the drum magazine, the Winster typewriter was basically worthy of its name.

Even if there is a jam, it can still release more than 30 bullets in one breath.

It was a hail of bullets.

The reason why he was so concerned was that he had a guess. He had awakened his true name just by trying out the gun. If he continued to promote this gun and let more people use it and fall in love with and recognize this gun, would there be further changes?
At the same time, based on the changes in Winster's typewriter, Ethan also had other speculations.

If the opportunity for awakening the true name is to invent something that does not exist in this world, then if he also makes achievements in bootlegging, can he obtain the corresponding true name?

Based on this inference, he has been thinking about the winemaking techniques in his previous life these days. Unfortunately, he really has no interest in this area and can't remember anything.

"Master, it's getting late. You should probably go out."

Anya should have sent Eugenides away, came to the study, and said to Ethan.

"What's the schedule for today?" Ethan is a very busy man now, and his daily schedule is almost full.

"You should go to Winster University today to handle your transfer." Anya answered without thinking, still like a perfectly functioning robot.

"Oh, yes, I almost forgot about that. Wait until I change my clothes. It's really not a good day today."

Ethan glanced at the cold rain outside the window and couldn't help but complain.

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