Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 40 [Even Old Dogs Have a Few Teeth]

Lewis was also shocked by the thunderous gunshot.

He originally relied on the power of his true name to suppress Velen and his men alone, and then waited for his men to come.

Seeing that his men had already gotten out of the car and launched the attack, he ignored Velen and turned to chase Zora's truck.

In his opinion, this group of rabble would not be able to withstand his elite troops selected from the Special Operations Department of the Public Security Bureau.

Even if the other side has more people, there is only one result, which is annihilation of the entire army.

So he jumped onto a truck with peace of mind.

Today he wants to catch the criminal red-handed and take all of them.

However, as soon as he stepped onto the roof, his ears were bombarded.

The gunshots sounded like thunder, and also like the continuous tapping of a typewriter.

When he turned back, half of his men were dead.

Those who were not dead were also injured and were desperately looking for cover behind the car.

The people from the Poletta family had no intention of stopping. They just threw away the magazine-like things on their guns, replaced them with another one, and started shooting again.

His people couldn't even hold their heads up.

What on earth is this?
He had never seen a gun like this before.

With no other options, Lewis could only jump off the truck and return to defense.

If he doesn't come back, all his people will be dead.

This was his first mission leading a team. If everyone was killed or injured, he really didn't know how to explain it to Marvin.

Seeing Lewis running back through the rain, Zora was a little slow to react.

"It's almost over..."

He was not stupid and he immediately understood that this person was the master in the dark who came to deal with them alone.

If it weren’t for Velen and his men’s Bullet Forest.

What kind of gun is that? That’s too exaggerated.

"Look at them, these are real men." Zora pointed at Velen and the others.

He swore that after returning, he would get a bunch of these guns, so that they would have to fear no one in Itasca.

The wind and rain continue.

The gunfire from Velen and his men continued.

Except for a few people whose guns jammed, most people's fingers were burning from shooting.

The Prohibition spies were suppressed to the point that they couldn't even raise their heads, not to mention the small pistols in their hands, which were not worth mentioning.

However, Lewis, who was striding forward, still attracted Velen's absolute attention.

Lewis...

This guy is actually not dead yet.

Velen naturally knew Lewis and knew how powerful this guy was.

There was no time to think about why the Evans family hadn't killed him.

The Winster typewriter in his hand was pointed directly at Lewis. Under the leadership of Veron, another round of violent storms rushed towards Lewis.

Even though Lewis had the power of his true name, he was still afraid of bullets. After dodging some bullets, he had to hide behind a truck left by Zora, and then yelled at Velen and the others: "Don't shoot me!"

This sounds ridiculous, after all, the relationship is hostile now.

But Velen and the gunmen from the Poletta family couldn't help but put down their guns.

It is an irresistible force that commands them.

"Get in the car and let's go!"

Velen was experienced and knew that this was the power of Lewis's true name being activated, so he immediately opened the car door and was about to get in.

Others followed suit.

Lewis immediately noticed their actions and rushed out without caring about anything.

Velen could only raise his gun and fire again, growling as he did so: "Go! Don't worry about me!"

He knew very well how powerful Lewis was. Even though they were relying on their firepower advantage to suppress him, once the magazines were empty or he got close to them, they would all be lambs to be slaughtered.

The Poletta family can no longer afford to lose their core elite troops again. These are the seeds that he has trained for the young master with great difficulty, and they cannot die here.

For this reason, it would be fine for him to stay here, because he was already an old dog. Fortunately, his shooting suppressed Lewis again, giving his men the opportunity to get in the car and leave.

Then, just as Lewis shouted the order again, he took the opportunity to get in the car.

This is the result of rich combat experience. Even if he is a mortal, a person with a true name is not necessarily invincible.

Taking advantage of this little time difference, he immediately started the car and rushed back the way he came.

Lewis did not rush to chase after him. Instead, he raised the gun in his hand with a gloomy expression and pointed it at Velen's tires.

One shot.

Two shots.

Weilun's tire was blown out.

The car staggered and crashed into a tree on the side of the road. With a "bang", half of the front of the car was deformed.

Lewis no longer looked at the car in the distance that was already submerged in the rain. He was already extremely angry.

Today was supposed to be his big day, and he wanted to make it a great occasion.

Everything is going according to his script.

Until that damn gun showed up.

Damn it, damn it, damn it!
Lewis frantically changed the bullets and finally threw the gun to the ground.

He couldn't stand it.

This kind of failure...

"Wei Lun, old man, you are very good!"

Of course Lewis also knew Velen and had dealt with him before.

This old dog used to bow and scrape when he saw him before, and he didn't dare to charge money when he drank in his tavern.

But now it suddenly bit him.

"Don't be afraid. I won't shoot you to death. That would be too easy for you."

As Lewis walked, he kept rubbing his newly replaced alchemical prosthesis.

"I'm going to beat you to death with one punch after another, and then dump your body in front of that little bastard Ethan's house so that he can admire my masterpiece."

"That must have been an incredibly beautiful scene! Damn it!"

Lewis was getting closer to Weilun's car.

Velen was not knocked unconscious by the collision. He took advantage of Lewis's noise to break open the deformed car door. When he landed on the ground, he found that his leg was broken.

He can't leave.

He couldn't leave in the first place.

When he decided to stay behind to cover the retreat.

Listening to Lewis's approaching footsteps, he suddenly laughed.

“Lewis, don’t try to catch me because you don’t deserve it.”

This made Lewis nervous, and he immediately gave another order: "Don't shoot! Don't commit suicide!"

No gunshots were heard.

Because Weilun had no intention of shooting at all, his gun was still in the car.

He simply pulled out a pack of cigarettes and matches from the lining of his windbreaker.

After lighting a cigarette while blocking the wind, he took a deep breath and then whistled.

It's intermittent, like some folk song.

"Goodbye, honey. You have to remember that even an old dog has a few teeth!"