America: John Wick 1924

Chapter 59: Priests, Clerks, and Sisters Fighting Side by Side [Bonus Chapter, Seeking Monthly Tickets!]

Da da da da da da da da da da——!
"Chicago Typewriter" truly lived up to its name.

The crisp, rapid firing sound did indeed resemble the tapping of an old-fashioned mechanical typewriter.

The barrage of comments was like a torrential downpour, tearing apart church benches like paper, punching holes in the walls, causing bricks to crumble and debris to fly everywhere.

The altar where Li Yu and his group were hiding naturally became the target of concentrated fire.

Fortunately, the altar was made of marble and was quite sturdy; a mere twenty-odd submachine guns wouldn't have been enough to destroy it.

The three clergymen behind the altar are depicted with distinct expressions and reactions.

Hugo crouched down, listening intently, and said in a dark, deep voice:
"...They are from the 'Fighter Gang'."

Olycia clicked her tongue, her cheeks flushed with rage.

"Sukabul! I knew that bastard 'Red Throat' would definitely call!"

Li Yu had recovered from his dazed state, sighed softly, and asked with a helpless expression:
What exactly is the "Fighter Jet Gang"?

Hugo replied:
"The Fighter Gang is a large gang located west of San Francisco, whose main business is 'arms trafficking'."

Olycia then added:
"Its leader is an Englishman nicknamed 'Redthroat'!"

Upon hearing this, Li Yu's face immediately showed understanding.

“I understand. That guy called ‘Redthroat’ is your nemesis, so he’s here to get rid of you.”

Olycia pondered earnestly:

"He's Hugo's rival, not mine. Hugo runs the arms business. I've always been a doctor who'll treat you as long as you pay."

Hugo shrugged:

“But ‘Redthroat’ doesn’t care about all that. In his eyes, you and I are in cahoots.”

His silence was a good thing, but his opening immediately drew Olympia's ire.

“Hugo, I told you so! How could that bastard ‘Redthroat’ possibly obey the so-called ‘ceasefire treaty’?”

Hugo did not speak immediately. After a moment of silence, he slowly and softly said:
"...I made a foolish mistake, I'm sorry you had to see it. I just wanted to avoid war... I've had enough of the battlefield, I've fought all the battles of my life..."

Olycia, who had just been furious, immediately calmed down after hearing Hugo's words.

She gave Hugo a deep look, then pursed her lips and said no more unpleasant things.

Li Yu paid no attention to the verbal sparring between Hugo and Olivia.

At that moment, he let out a long sigh with a complex expression:

"I just wanted to quietly buy a gun and get my hand treated..."

This is the third unexpected accident he has encountered in recent days!
Two days ago, he just wanted to take a train ride, but he was suddenly assassinated by the Lavrov brothers.

The day before yesterday, he just wanted to sweep the streets, but he suddenly encountered a black-robed patrol group.

Today, a similar situation occurred again... He just wanted to buy a gun and get his hand treated, but he ended up getting caught up in a gunfight and is now being pointed at by more than twenty "Chicago Typewriters".

"Am I incompatible with this land of San Francisco?" Li Yu kept thinking.

At this moment, Li Yu suddenly realized something, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

Ever since he started hunting down white men with red skull tattoos on their necks, Li Yu has become extremely sensitive to the word "red."

Not only does his nickname contain the word "red," but it's also related to the neck, "Red Throat"... Li Yu immediately turned his head and asked Hugo beside him: "Why is the leader of the 'Fighter Gang' nicknamed 'Red Throat'?"

Hugo casually explained:
"Because he had a red mark on his neck near his throat."

Upon hearing this, Li Yu's expression changed slightly, and he asked urgently:

"How old is that 'Redthroat'? Is the red mark on his neck a red skull tattoo?"

Although Hugo didn't understand why Li Yu was asking these questions, he still answered truthfully:
“'Redthroat' is very young, around twenty-five years old. As for the shape of the red mark on his neck, I don’t know.”

"Aren't you two old enemies? Why don't you even know such a basic physical characteristic?"

Olivia answered on behalf of Hugo:

“That scoundrel is so flashy, he always wears an expensive silk scarf around his neck. So neither Hugo nor I could see the red mark on his neck clearly, we could only vaguely see a red border.”

As the three were talking, the gunfire outside suddenly stopped... and in its place came the clicking and clattering of magazines being changed.

Taking advantage of the moment when the world returned to silence, Olympia asked Hugo quietly:
"...Hugo, what are your plans now?"

Hugo's smile was forced and insincere.
“What other plans could I have? I want to avoid war, but since ‘Redthroat’ wants war, then I’ll give him war.”

As he finished speaking, Hugo reached out and pressed down on a brick at the bottom of the altar.

The next moment, an unbelievable scene unfolded before Li Yu's eyes—accompanied by the sound of mechanisms operating, the bottom of the altar opened to the left and right like a door, revealing a hole filled with guns!

From bolt-action rifles to submachine guns to shotguns, all kinds of firearms are available!
Hugo reached inside and pulled out a big guy—the very famous Winchester M1897 pump-action shotgun.

As he loaded the shotgun shells one by one, Hugo said to Li Yu seriously:

“Mr. Li, I’m sorry to have startled you. Please stay here, and Olycia and I will make sure this incessant gunfire stops quickly.”

"...Mr. Hugo, Miss Olycia, may I get involved?"

The unexpected reply startled both Hugo and Olycia.

Olycia raised an eyebrow:
"Do you have a long-standing grudge against the 'Fighter Gang'?"

"No, but I'm quite interested in that Redthroat guy now. I'll have to 'talk' to him sooner or later anyway, so I might as well weaken his power tonight."

As Li Yu spoke, he opened the briefcase in his hand, took out the M1911 pistol he had just acquired, inserted it into the magazine with a click, and then pulled back the slide with one hand to confirm that the bullet was chambered.

Seeing that Li Yu had already decided to join the war, Olycia shrugged:

"We won't pay you wages."

Li Yu smiled:

"I would be extremely grateful if you could reimburse me for the cost of the bullets."

Hugo smiled:

"Pull the trigger as you please, and I'll return the favor with ten times the bullets."

After speaking, he forcefully pulled the pump handle of the shotgun in his hand to feed the ammunition.

In that instant, the gentle smile that always graced his face vanished! In its place came a stern expression, much like that of a seasoned general!
"You scoundrels who vandalize churches and blaspheme against God, may you receive divine punishment!"

The moment he finished speaking, he swiftly leaned halfway up the altar and placed the shotgun on it.

Bang!
The deafening gunfire heralded the counterattack!

(End of this chapter)