Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 66 [Uninvited Guests]

"There's nothing wrong between us, right?"

"is it?"

Ethan asked back.

"It was Lewis who kept chasing you. Actually, I didn't like him either. Now that he's dead, all the problems are gone." Eberlin said it lightly, as if Lewis was not a Prohibition agent at all.

"What about the wine? You guys don't ban it anymore?"

"Ethan, you actually misunderstood a little bit. Prohibition absolutely cannot really ban all alcohol. What we want is only a relative prohibition, but there is a problem here, that is, how to achieve a relative prohibition. We need to find someone to unify everything and get this person to cooperate with us, but now... it's not possible."

Aberlin wiped the glass with his hand, revealing a clear corner, and then he pointed out the window. Beyond the window was the sea.

At the end of the sea is the lonely castle.

"Your Saint of the Underworld, Sandro, refuses to cooperate with us."

"So what do you mean?"

"We want you to become the new Saint Row." Aberline turned his head again and looked at Ethan with burning eyes.

"why me?"

"It's simple. You're young enough, your abilities are obvious to all. You've left us helpless, while Sandro is old. He hasn't left his castle in ten years. The thinking of his generation can no longer keep up with the world today. The world belongs to the young, it belongs to you. We will fully support you. All you have to do is keep alcohol consumption within the limits we need. How do you say that?"

What Abelin said was sincere and genuine enough, and his expression was extremely serious.

Finally he stretched out his hand, as if to say, come and embrace the new world.

Ethan kept smoking, the cigarette butt flickering in his mouth.

When he finished his cigarette, he put the butt out in the ashtray.

Then he walked to the door.

"Dear Agent Aberline, thank you for your story. It's very sobering and interesting. Please rest assured that I will keep this story in this smoking room, between the two of us. Finally, I wish you a pleasant evening."

After saying that, he walked out without looking back.

And Aberlin looked at the undulating sea outside the window, not knowing what he was thinking.

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Ten p.m.

Abeling returned to Prohibition headquarters.

Marvin was smoking in the conference room.

"How about it?"

"He is indeed a guy who is not easy to fool." Eberlin shook his head, but his face did not look too depressed.

Marvin smiled, looking as if he had known this for a long time.

"We have to hurry up. If we give him some more time, this guy will really become a gentleman."

The two talked for a while, and just as Aberlin was about to leave, the phone on the table rang.

Ma Wen picked up the phone and after listening to a few words, the slightly lazy expression on his face disappeared and gradually became serious.

"Bring him to the conference room to see me immediately."

"What happened?" Aberlin also stopped.

"It's not a good thing." Marvin shook his head and said nothing more.

After a while, the door of the conference room was pushed open, and two Prohibition agents dragged a tall, weathered man into the room.

Judging from the man's attire, he is also a Prohibition agent.

I don't know why, but as soon as this man came in, the entire conference room was immediately filled with a cold and smelly smell.

The man, who seemed to be in a coma, opened his eyes with difficulty, looked at Marvin, smiled a little, and said with difficulty: "Marvin, it's great to see you."

"Groot, what happened? Aren't you in San Quanti? How did it become like this?" Marvin walked up quickly and grabbed the tall man's hand.

"San Quanti... It's over. The details are all inside."

The man called Groot said this, and tremblingly took out a black leather book from his black coat covered with ice and snow. However, he didn't hold it firmly and it dropped to the ground.

Aberlin picked it up and began to look through it.

Marvin did not stop him. He continued to observe Groot's condition. Groot was covered in ice and snow, and there seemed to be no obvious scars on his body, but he could still feel Groot's vitality rapidly fading away.

He seemed to be entangled in some curse.

"Hurry up and get him medicine, life-saving fluids, and anything else that can save his life. What are you still standing there for?!"

Marvin roared.

He rarely loses his composure like this, simply because Groot has been his friend for many years.

They once worked together in the Kingdom Security Bureau and carried out many secret missions together.

It can be said that they are friends of life and death.

After Prohibition, he and Groot were sent north together, one to lead temperance operations in Winster and the other in San Quantico.

They also agreed to have a drink together when they have time.

did not expect……

"It's too late, Marvin. I'm dead."

Groot shook his head at Marvin, signaling him to stop wasting time.

"You must remember what I say next."

"You said."

"First, a Class A pollution incident has occurred in San Kuangti. The situation is completely out of control. You must report it to the capital immediately. Second, you must stop the people from San Kuangti, and dispose of my body as soon as possible. Third, I suspect that the person behind this pollution is... is..."

“Uh… Uh! Ah!”

Having said that, Groot suddenly began to twitch all over, and then his strength became enormous, and he threw Marvin and the other Prohibition agent away.

He fell to the ground, his whole body twisted, and then began to vomit wildly. What he vomited out was not blood or digestive matter, but a pile of black fish-scale-like things.

He kept twisting, struggling and howling on the ground.

Finally, his whole body froze there, quickly turning black and frozen, turning into a pitch-black ice sculpture.

If you look more closely, you will find that his body is black because he has grown black scales.

The cold, fishy smell in the air became stronger.

"Groot..."

Marvin closed his eyes in pain, then picked up the phone and was about to dial.

But at this moment, Aberlin beside him hung up the phone.

"What are you doing?" Marvin stared at him.

"Director, I think... you might as well take a look at this first." Aberlin handed the black book to Marvin.

“I think this is a good opportunity to break through.”

Marvin took the black book, looked at it for a while, and asked, "What do you want to do?"

Aberline didn't answer, but stared at Groot's body on the ground. The light from the lighthouse outside the window shone in again, reflecting a cold light in his glasses.

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