Instigator and Protector of Violence-Chapter 326: [Midnight Stories]

Ever since Johnny Blackbird gained the title of the chosen one of the Sea God Church, he moved to a new residence.

Or rather, Ethan arranged a new accommodation for him.

This residence was located in the West District, near the Kingdom’s Sculpture Academy, a pretty decent residential area, at least in terms of cultural atmosphere.

This house was actually temporarily bought by Ethan, with furniture that was only temporarily set up, nothing special.

Except for a whole wardrobe of Wenster typewriters.

Which Ethan had specially enchanted.

With Ethan’s current real name ability related to firearms - ’the master of guns and bullets’, due to the widespread application of Wenster typewriters, it was already enough to support him in turning a Wenster typewriter he saw into a gun far more powerful than usual.

In terms of lethality, endurance, or accuracy.

So when Johnny Blackbird walked out carrying a whole wardrobe of Wenster typewriters, the two guys facing him who still held old-fashioned single-shot guns were instantly riddled with holes.

And this was just the beginning.

The relentless barrage made the whole house tremble.

The visitors had no way to exchange gunfire with Johnny Blackbird in such a bullet storm.

"One, two, three, come on, all out, you little bastards, let me see how many you really are!"

Johnny Blackbird shouted while shooting, stepping over the fallen visitors.

Clearly, these guys were no match and couldn’t even withstand the bullets.

But that wasn’t all.

The real visitors weren’t in the house, they were outside the house smoking.

And the watchers and protectors from the Sea God Church, who should have been guarding nearby, had disappeared.

This night, there would be no one else here.

Outside the house were two people smoking.

Two people who looked almost identical.

No doubt, they were a pair of twins.

They had the same brown skin, same thick eyebrows, even the same scar that stretched across their entire face.

That was their signature.

They were the famously known twin assassins under Sea King Lockeby, the Colin brothers.

Raised from a young age by Sea King Lockeby, this pair of indigenous twins had exceptional talent.

The talent for killing.

During Sea King Lockeby’s rise to power, these brothers made outstanding contributions, helping him eliminate countless opponents.

Tonight seemed no exception.

They smoked leisurely, completely ignoring the massacre unfolding inside the house.

The gunfire resounding inside did not affect their emotions in the slightest.

To them, this was just a small scene.

Until they finished a cigarette.

They threw the cigarette towards the house.

Then...

"Boom—"

Explosion.

Another explosion.

The entire house was blasted into the sky.

The heat wave struck their faces, but they did not retreat in the slightest, still fixated on the roaring inferno of the house.

As if something was about to crawl out from within it.

Sure enough.

Ten seconds later, gunfire roared towards them.

Ethan’s enchanted Wenster typewriter was still sturdy enough, even in such an explosion, it remained undamaged, still robustly operational.

Bullets whistled towards the twins’ faces.

But in the next instant, all bullets halted in mid-air.

Unable to move even a bit closer, then one after another fell down.

As if blocked by an invisible wall there.

But Johnny Blackbird kept shooting relentlessly.

Even if all the bullets were in vain.

As if he intended to shoot every bullet from his gun.

With the continuous shooting, Johnny Blackbird walked out of the blazing house. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

He looked somewhat disheveled, with more ash on his face and some wear on his clothes, but he advanced holding his gun without a hint of pause.

The twin brothers watched him walk out from the fire.

With terrifying calmness on their faces.

Countless bullets had been fired, the bullets accumulated in front of the twin brothers like a forest, forming a small hill.

Johnny Blackbird finally discarded his gun.

Seemingly giving up.

But not really.

At the moment the Wenster typewriter left his hand, he was already holding an old-style revolver.

Aiming, locking on, pulling the trigger.

Almost a seamless motion.

A feeling of being marked by death instantly enveloped the twin brothers.

One of them, whether the elder or the younger, was unsure.

And the bullet-formed forest still lay ahead of them.

"Bang—"

A deadly bullet whistled its way towards them.

This bullet, unlike the ones before, was not stopped in mid-air.

It pierced through the forest, aiming directly at one person’s forehead.

The twin brothers finally moved.

The one who wasn’t targeted reached out, seemingly trying to catch that deadly bullet.

The bullet pierced through his palm and continued forward.

Then through another hand.

Finally, after passing through three hands, the bullet was stopped, heating up in the palm of the fourth hand, sending up intense heat.

"Wow—"

Johnny Blackbird let out an exclamation of wonderment.

Then he moved, incredibly fast, like a bird flying in the night.

As he swiftly moved, he pressed down on the old revolver in his hand again, the second bullet...

The twin brothers no longer stood idly, they moved too.

They didn’t use guns; two sharp daggers appeared in their hands somehow.

As the second bullet fired from Johnny Blackbird’s barrel, the two had already moved in a crisscross posture, sealing off Johnny Blackbird.

With the momentum of the wind.

Johnny Blackbird’s hand didn’t tremble at all, steadily fired the second bullet, then his eyes moved towards the space behind the twin brothers.

There, a masked man holding a giant ax had already silently stood.

And at a distance from the battlefield, a lavishly designed giant firearm had also locked onto the twin brothers with their wind-like momentum.

Anya’s hands were just as steady, her eyes locking a target’s head in the crosshairs through the lens.

Meanwhile, the wind picked up, making the battlefield a bit rowdy.

"Haven’t you heard the sound of death approaching?"

Johnny Blackbird suddenly asked the twin brothers now before him.

No response, the two people’s daggers mercilessly reached his front, like machines.

If in previous stories, their daggers would eventually cut what they should.

But, this is a new story.