CHAPTER 50: CHAPTER 50: MY NAME IS BOLITA

Huoyan is an Alchemist of the second True Name lineage of ancient Creators. He can reliably create second-tier alchemical creations and can even produce third-tier alchemical creations, while the other two at the gathering are only first True Name alchemical researchers, struggling to create even second-tier alchemical creations. This is what sets Huoyan apart as superior.

Ethan’s needs are quite simple for his own gun; one is to have enough power, and the other is a high bullet capacity. It would be best if it had infinite bullets.

Of course, the possibility of infinite bullets is likely very low.

Otherwise, Huoyan wouldn’t be stuck here doing this.

Sure enough, upon hearing Ethan’s request, Huoyan sarcastically retorted, "If I really had that kind of skill, I’d have joined the Royal Research Association long ago and wouldn’t be hanging out here, right? However, I can add a finite feature to your gun, with a bullet capacity of up to one hundred and fifty rounds. Is that enough for you?"

Though his words were sharp, his consideration for the client’s needs was well on point.

"How about this, you throw in a cart of good liquor, and I’ll give you a feature that makes it hard to damage, deal?"

"I’ll give you five more carts, and I want three third-tier alchemical creations."

The one thing Ethan wasn’t short of was liquor, but alchemical creations were rare and hard to come by.

If he weren’t worried about supply chain issues, he could give even more.

"Deal."

Huoyan’s breathing had already become rapid.

It was clear he was indeed an old drunkard; everything was negotiable if there’s alcohol involved.

Even though Ethan nearly demanded extravagantly, raising the alchemical creations to three items.

Next were the detailed discussions; Ethan handed the blueprints directly to Huoyan.

Before coming, he had already prepared the blueprints. The gun was modeled after the Colt M1911, and as for Virel’s prosthetic, he used the design from the Terminator.

Originally, he had only prepared one gun for himself, but seeing how Huoyan was so obsessed with alcohol, he decided to make one for Anya as well, saving her from having to purchase another.

Huoyan nodded repeatedly after looking at the blueprints, saying, "You have an artistic talent; these designs are beautiful. Can we collaborate in the future? I can give you a discount."

Ethan hadn’t expected that the guy was not just a drunkard but also an aesthetics enthusiast.

"Deal." Ethan extended his hand and shook his.

They then specifically discussed the method and timing of the transaction, which was more or less finalized.

In a month, Ethan would receive his items, and before then, he needed to deliver three carts of goods.

The delivery location was in Itasca City.

This was also an advantageous location for Ethan. In the last batch, the chubby Sindore owed Ethan a favor.

With the transaction concluded, the gathering was also about to wrap up.

You couldn’t stay overnight on the ship, but even if you could, it’s doubtful anyone would dare.

Everyone left in different directions.

Back on the boat, Klei couldn’t help but complain, "Why didn’t you get me one too? After all, I am your guide."

"Next time for sure." This time Ethan wasn’t just being polite; Klei had indeed helped him a lot, and next time he had needs, Ethan was willing to assist.

After all, Huoyan had already reached a collaboration with him.

"I hope you mean it." Klei muttered somewhat skeptically.

Anya, in a corner, quietly whispered a thank you.

"What’s with the thank you? You’re risking your life for this kid, and maybe he’s even eyeing your body. Did just one gun buy you off?" Klei, with a look of dissatisfaction.

But what Anya said next left him speechless because Anya said, "Everything I am belongs to the young master."

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At the same time.

Still at Winster Port.

At a dock owned by the Corleone family.

In the shadows, a number of Prohibition Agents were already lying in wait.

Leading them was Lewis.

He had received a tip-off today that the Corleone family would have a smuggling ship arriving from the Old Continent tonight, carrying plenty of good liquor.

The Corleone family, being the oldest Mafia clan in Winster, has deep roots in the area, and they maintain close ties with the Old Continent.

Even though they’ve been established and rooted in the New Continent for over a century, they still frequently connect with relatives back home in Feng Cui.

Every few years, they would return home, not to mention donating various supplies and doing charity to help their people back home.

This sort of help also included often assisting Fengcui people in smuggling into the Kingdom.

Of course, such assistance wasn’t free of charge. In exchange, their hometown became a second base for the Corleone family, not only serving as a sanctuary for family members to escape legal sanctions and pursuits but also becoming the family’s smuggling port. Over the years, the Corleone family used this port to smuggle a large number of scarce goods between the Old and New Continents.

And in this era, the most scarce item is alcohol.

Feng Cui is also renowned for its alcohol, and Lewis estimated that this cargo would be an incredibly rich achievement.

In the shadows, he kept fidgeting with his alchemical prosthetic, eager to strike.

Though for the time being, they couldn’t act against the Bolita family, everything was quietly progressing.

Just waiting for a sufficiently good opportunity.

For now, let’s use other families to whet the appetite.

Waiting.

Time silently passed by.

Until nearly midnight, when people were about to enter their most fatigued state.

There was finally a stir at sea.

With a few blinding lights interweaving, the signal had been exchanged.

A ship was stealthily docking.

From the intersecting lights, it could be seen that this was a large ship.

Lewis didn’t rush into action; he waited until the ship docked and the unloading began before suddenly leading his men to charge out.

"Prohibition Agents! Everyone, hands on your head, squat down!"

But doing the illegal liquor business was an all-or-nothing gamble; those in the Corleone family weren’t going to obey obediently.

A skirmish broke out immediately.

However, the Corleone family wasn’t quite like the Bolita family; lacking those terrifying rapid-fire guns, their combat strength was average, and they were quickly encircled.

Just when Lewis thought everything was settled, someone suddenly charged out, seemingly a Fengcui person smuggled aboard the ship.

This person had astonishing fighting prowess; bullets almost couldn’t hit him, and his attacks were fierce, almost animalistic. Lewis’s subordinates couldn’t stop him.

It took Lewis getting personally involved, using the power of his True Name to pin him down, to finally hit him with one shot.

But even then, this person wildly lunged at his face, almost biting his neck.

If several of his subordinates hadn’t rushed over to pin this person down, Lewis might not have been able to subdue him alone.

By the light of the lanterns, the man was revealed as an unkempt, physically and mentally exhausted man.

Lewis pointed his gun at the man’s head, demanding, "What’s your name?"

The man, however, laughed rather than feared the gun, merely looking at Lewis provocatively, "Officer, I advise you to handle your gun carefully, because the consequences of a misfire are severe. I, am Bolita."