Instigator and Protector of Violence-Chapter 292: [In the Wind]

The sound of the wind completely drowned out the gunfire.

Due to the previous incident, at Travis's suggestion, the attackers this time did not use Wenster typewriters.

They used classic single-shot guns.

Although less efficient, they were stable, safe, and had more powerful firepower.

From a distance, they actually had decent suppressive capabilities.

However, when slowly approaching, the disadvantage became apparent.

Members of the Martinos Clan were all equipped with Wenster typewriters, two per person. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Plus, with the tailwind, bullets were pouring in like a raging wind.

Soon, people began to fall.

However, more of those who fell were erstwhile alliance members.

Groups like the western gangs and the Kingdom Defense Bureau people who dealt more with firearms and knew how to avoid them.

Former alliance members, who had been tucked away in Little Ibia for years, barely had access to makeshift weapons; Wenster typewriters were rare sightings for them.

Yet they were numerous, and even as some fell, others quickly rushed up.

"Charge! Charge for me! Capture tonight, and we'll have money and territory!"

Amidst the reckless cries, the other two sides also attacked fiercely.

Especially people from the fifth department of the Kingdom Defense Bureau in the middle, who launched the fiercest assault.

Not for any other reason but because Trafford himself had joined the battle.

In this situation, anyone who dared not to go all out would lose any opportunity to do so.

Trafford had invested heavily tonight.

Following Travis's advice, he didn't use Wenster typewriters but obtained a batch of large-caliber hand cannons from the Kingdom Defense Bureau's equipment development department to break through.

A shot from the hand cannon, powerful enough to shatter a wall, was astonishing.

The Martinos Clan sharpshooters originally hiding behind cover were exposed directly to bullets after their cover was torn apart by the hand cannons.

Though their own bullets gained speed from the wind, they were hindered as Kingdom Defense Bureau had divine blessings from the enforcers.

As long as an order of 'no bullets passing through here' was given, the wind-driven bullets all fell to the ground or skimmed away.

Under Trafford's lead, the offensive here was remarkably smooth.

Travis's side also advanced steadily.

Learning from past mistakes, he used guns modified by a western gunsmith and had the divine backing of Death Ranger, rendering his men virtually immortal.

Even when hit by bullets, they continued forward, using modified large-caliber guns to clash with the Martinos Clan.

Though the Martinos members had drunk Holy Water, they still retreated under such intense crossfire.

Ultimately, their foundation was too weak.

Even though Vasini had forcibly consolidated all the former Royal Capital Mafia Clans, time was still too short.

Facing the tripartite assault, they could only retreat further.

Soon, the Sanctuary appeared in the night wind.

If backed into the Sanctuary, there would truly be no retreat.

Vasini, in the Sanctuary, clearly understood the gravity of the situation.

He could no longer stay here.

"My lord above, protect me on my path forward!"

He prayed one last time, then armed with a gun and knife, stepped out.

Upon stepping out of the Sanctuary's door, his Throat-Cutter Neil was already engaging.

Riding the wind, Throat-Cutter Neil was lightning fast, slaughtering several of the fastest Kingdom Defense Bureau men in an instant.

After all, their rule was only set against bullets, not knives.

However, after a round, Throat-Cutter Neil no longer had the same miraculous effect.

Because the rules had already been revised.

"Cold weapons prohibited here!"

Several high-ranking enforcers simultaneously issued such decrees.

Tefula stood at the forefront.

His entire body was encased in a silver light armor.

This was also something applied from the equipment department, an alchemical creation, a level-four product specifically against Throat-Cutter Neil.

Under multiple rule constraints, Throat-Cutter Neil could barely move.

Taking the opportunity, Trafford reached barehanded for the blade in the night.

He grasped it barehanded.

Vasini naturally wouldn't let him succeed easily; he prayed to God immediately.

This time, God answered, granted him strength.

Under the divine power, Throat-Cutter Neil spun violently in Trafford's grasp, flashing intensely on that silver armor.

"It's useless, Vasini, tonight, you have no chance, surrender then hand over the person, maybe I'll consider sparing you!"

Trafford bellowed toward the depths of the wind.

Vasini's heart remained unmoved.

He only kept praying to God, and also…

"Almost time, now, Kaster."

He wasn't without tactics.

His knife was merely a scout; there was another blade behind it.

Kaster.

In the next moment.

Kaster had emerged in the wind.

Only, he was no longer in the original form, transformed into the likeness of Count Jiakade, wielding a silver thrusting sword.

Say what you will, Kaster's swordsmanship was indeed remarkable.

After all, he had lived for many years, possibly once a noble in the old continent.

The silver thrusting sword was originally his trophy of war.

"It's really you!"

Seeing Kaster transformed into Count Jiakade, Trafford became excited again, directly throwing the Throat-Cutter Neil, vibrating like a living creature, at Kaster.

Then, he shouted, "The protagonist has appeared, let's go together."

Immediately, five or six others in similar silver armor emerged from the darkness.

These silver armors were not only for defending against Throat-Cutter Neil but also prepared for Count Jiakade.

After all, the power of his thrusting sword was formidable; even Travis's avatar had been pierced by it once.

As soon as they emerged, these light-armored individuals pushed forward with Trafford.

While advancing, they continued crafting new rules.

"We stride swiftly here."

"Only we six can use cold weapons here."

"Here only…"

In an instant, many rules were rewritten.

Even the wind paused briefly.

Holding the silver thrusting sword, Kaster seemed forced into slowing his actions.

Looking at these individuals, his eyes showed no emotion, instead looking towards another direction.

That direction…

Ethan was directing the path of the wind.