Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 38 [It’s been raining in Winster]

The cold rain kept falling in Winster.

For several days in a row.

It seems as if all the rain has fallen in these few days.

But the rain cannot stop the prosperity of the bootlegging business. Bootlegging, like the rain, continues to spread.

That morning, Weilun got up very early.

Because the second batch of bootleg liquor was freshly produced yesterday, and unlike the last time, the Poseidon helped to absorb a large batch of goods. After distributing them to various casinos, hotels, underground bars, and brothels for digestion, there was still a lot of inventory left.

In this era, storing wine is a sin, just like letting gold rot in the ground.

So Ethan found a sales channel in the next city through the connections of Sandro's partners. He sold all the stock of wine to them at a price twice the current market price.

Of course, afterwards, the money will be divided equally, and one share will be given to Sandro.

Ethan is well aware that money is earned by everyone.

Because it was the first transaction, to be on the safe side, Velen decided to escort the goods personally.

Even though everything has been calm these days and I haven't heard of anyone's business going wrong.

But being careful is the most important thing in this line of work.

Velen has maintained this very well, and he believes that it is this caution that has kept him alive until now.

Moreover, Ethan kept reminding him that the Prohibition spies never showed up, which was very strange. Maybe they were hiding in the dark, waiting for a fatal blow.

For this purpose, Velen specially selected a group of his most elite men to travel with him today.

Among these people, except for a few old men who stayed in his original tavern and served as the backbone, the rest were the best ones recommended by various leaders and specially trained by him in recent days.

At the same time, they were also equipped with the first batch of Winster typewriters.

Holding the tight handle of the Winster typewriter, Velen felt a lot more at ease.

When a man gets old, the only thing he can trust is the gun in his hand. (Note 1)

After standing at the window and smoking his last cigarette, Weilun gathered the corners of his clothes, making the entire collar stand up.

It's getting colder in Winster, winter is coming.

I don’t know how many more winters he can survive.

Putting on his bowler hat, Velen checked his guns one last time and walked out of the temporary office.

Outside, two trucks were already filled with this time's stock, and his carefully selected men were standing aside, all wearing windbreakers and bowler hats, looking very energetic.

"Let's go. It's raining heavily outside. Remember to bring an umbrella to avoid getting wet while inspecting the goods."

Velen made final arrangements and then quickly got into a car.

Five minutes later, cars drove out of the factory one after another.

Because it was raining, the car was not driving very fast, so their whereabouts were also being watched.

In the pouring rain, a car was following the entire convoy from a distance.

Even though heavy rain blocked the road, the car still followed slowly and kept pace with the enemy.

It's not for any other reason, it's just because the driver is a skilled man selected from the Special Operations Department of the Public Security Bureau.

This kind of tracking in the rain is just a piece of cake.

There were three people in the car.

In addition to the driver and the person sitting in the passenger seat, there was another person sitting in the back seat.

This person was none other than Lewis, who had been dormant for many days.

Lewis couldn't stand it anymore.

He had to do something.

Fortunately, the opportunity finally came.

In their initial intelligence network, they got the news that Ethan was going to ship a large batch of goods today. This batch of goods was related to Sandro and several important figures in Winston. If there was any problem with this batch of goods.

Ethan will be miserable.

At the same time, their reputation and prestige as prohibition spies will instantly increase.

This is the batch of goods.

When he received the order, Lewis was so excited that he couldn't express it in words. He smashed the table with his newly reattached right hand.

Yes, his right hand was reattached.

But it’s not a real right hand, it’s an alchemical creation.

This is a good thing Marvin got him.

A second-level alchemical creation, it possesses the characteristics of being difficult to damage and able to adhere to flesh and blood.

Fitting this prosthesis is like giving his right hand a new lease of life, and it's now extraordinarily flexible.

Marvin really had nothing to say about him. Not only did he save him, but he also took over the task for him and appointed him as the action captain of the first team.

But Lewis also knew why.

Firstly, he had been in Winster for several years and had some connections, and he was well aware of the intricacies of the place.

Another thing is that he is a real name person.

True Name Holders are not something that can be found everywhere. Even in the Special Operations Department of the Public Security Bureau, which is full of elites, not everyone is a True Name Holder.

For example, among the people Marvin brought this time, there were only two people with real names, and the rest were just powerful ordinary people.

Sitting in the back seat with his eyes closed, Lewis felt more and more that the newly attached hand was getting hot, so hot that it was about to burn.

Ethan, wait, I'll make you feel my pain!
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The convoy carrying the bootleg liquor arrived at the delivery location smoothly.

Although today's heavy rain has affected the vision to some extent, it also provides a natural barrier and there are basically no people in the wild.

After a while, the other team's convoy also arrived.

The buyer this time is the fat Sin'dorei from Itasca City.

Although the city of Itasca is not as big as Winster, Fatty Sin'dorei is the only one in the market. So if we can make this deal and establish a friendship, it will be a good distribution route in the future.

Fatty Sin'dorei also attached great importance to this business and sent his most capable leader, the big guy Zora, to make the deal.

As soon as Velen got out of the car, he saw Zora's body, which was almost too big to fit in the car.

"Hey, Velen, it's you. I can't believe it. We haven't seen each other for so many years, and you, an old man, can still pick up your bones."

The big guy Zora was not afraid of the rain at all. He walked through the rain and greeted Velen.

Velen had indeed dealt with Big Zora before. After all, they were both in the underworld, so it was inevitable that they had some overlap. However, Big Zora was a rising star.

"Good luck." Velen walked over and shook his hand, then said, "Go take a look at the goods. If there's no problem, we'll take over."

The big guy Zora nodded, and under the guidance of Velen, they came to the back of a car, lifted the tarpaulin, and Velen casually handed him a bottle of wine.

He opened it, took a sip, and nodded. "Not bad, much better than what we make ourselves. No wonder the boss wants to buy your wine. Deal."

As soon as he said the word "deal", a rapid gunshot suddenly rang out in the air.

One of his men who was on the lookout fell down.

This made him pull out his gun and roar loudly: "Damn it, you want to rob me?!"

Note 1: This sentence pays tribute to Jiangnan.

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