The wind picked up furiously in the middle of the night.

The entire coastline seemed to tremble in this fierce wind.

The wind also swept the tents by the coast.

Aaron was awakened by this sound of the wind.

He cursed himself under his breath, almost missing the big event.

Aaron was once a member of the Conte family, and he was an absolute fanatic of Sandro, admiring everything about him, swearing that one day he would lift the hem of Sandro's royal robe.

Then Sandro died, and he truly shed a few tears for Sandro, even gathering a few people to attempt to assassinate Ethan.

But Ethan wasn't so easily assassinated. That time, Aaron was prepared to die, even managed to get hold of homemade bombs, yet he was captured before he even got a glimpse of Ethan.

Afterward, he had no idea how he got exposed.

When he thought he was doomed, Ethan actually met with him and asked about his motives.

Generously, Aaron confessed everything, feeling like a hero at that moment.

In the end, Ethan didn't kill him, instead, he released him and said, "Sandro can rest in peace having a follower like you. Actually, I have no big grudge with Sandro; there just can't be two men on one throne. Go, I'm not killing you, but you should think about living for yourself."

For several days after that, Aaron felt disoriented, constantly thinking that what Ethan said made sense, yet he couldn't let go of that obsession.

Until he heard that City Hall planned to tear down Sandro's castle for land reclamation.

He suddenly got furious.

Ethan and Sandro's battle in the mud was blood and guts, which was expected. Yet, even in winning or losing, Ethan never touched that castle.

What was City Hall's intention?

He couldn't stand it.

At that time, Virel found him, asking if he wanted to go undercover in Vidona.

He agreed without hesitation.

At this moment, he was infiltrating Vito's coastal engineering team.

He was not alone; more than thirty others came with him.

Once they entered Vito's ranks, they became even more enraged.

Vito didn't treat them like humans, working them day and night, leaving only sleeping time.

Any dissatisfaction would lead to violent beatings, or even having limbs severed in public, with those acting out disappearing by nightfall.

Such ruthless and cruel methods even made Aaron, who was used to the black mud, shiver a bit.

Many who came as undercover agents were scared, no longer daring to resist.

But Aaron wasn't afraid, his spirit still intact, deciding to see it through.

Tonight was the planned time for action.

Virel told him to prepare when the wind howled.

When the sound of the waves roared, it was time to act without hesitation.

Virel even specifically asked if he could swim.

Having grown up by the sea, he was an excellent swimmer.

He didn't understand why Virel asked, but it didn't matter; he just had to do it.

The guns had been smuggled in earlier and were now hidden under the wooden planks of the bed.

Truth be told, it was Aaron's first time using a Wenster typewriter.

He was quite excited to use this gun of legend.

Feeling the wind outside the tent, Aaron knew the time was near; he whistled softly.

Immediately, there were sounds of several people quietly getting up in the tent.

They climbed down from their beds, grabbing their prepared Wenster typewriters, and as they were about to exit the tent, someone suddenly lifted the tent flap.

"What's going on?"

Aaron recognized the voice as that of the supervisor, who was actually a minor leader of Vito's Steel Brotherhood.

This person was ruthless, having killed several people already.

At this point, there was no need for words.

Seeing the light from outside the tent shining on half of his body, Aaron opened fire directly.

"Here's a surprise for you, ****!"

The sound of gunfire exploded, and seeing Aaron firing, the others naturally followed suit.

In no time, the tent was filled with the clattering sound of typewriters.

The tent quickly shattered, and the people within it were roused.

While shooting, Aaron shouted at those people, "Brothers, let's not take this crap from these outsiders anymore, let's fight our way out!"

In theory, with such heavy firepower at such close range, not even someone in heavy armor could survive.

Yet the supervisor amazingly still stood there, only taking a few steps back. When the light shone over him, Aaron saw that the supervisor's clothes were torn, but his flesh did not bleed. Instead, the bullets were embedded in his flesh, his eyes cold as he growled, "Kill them all."

Instantly, a group of people surged out from behind him.

"What kind of monster is this, ****!"

Aaron cursed as he pulled the trigger and retreated.

The speed of those in Steel Brotherhood was incredibly fast; bullets couldn't stop them. Some had their heads chopped off, while others died in a daze.

Watching the supervisor coming towards him,

and with his bullets running low, Aaron reached into his pocket for a homemade bomb, ready to go down with him.

At that moment, the sound of waves arrived.

Truly thunderous wave sounds.

A giant wave crashed through the section of dike newly built over the past few days.

Aaron was swept into the surge, struggling to swim, seeing the situation amidst the waves.

A large ship rushed to the shore with the waves.

On the ship stood men wearing black trench coats and hats, standing silently.

They were people from the Bolita Clan.

Such uniformity and alignment, currently only the Bolita Clan had such a team in Wenster.

Standing at the center of the bow was Ethan himself.

Seeing the supervisor rapidly adjusting within the waves, trying to reach the ship, Ethan pulled out an ebony gun and fired.

The explosive bullet penetrated the head, bursting it open entirely.

Without a head, the minor leader fell to his knees powerlessly.

But more members of the Steel Brotherhood were still fearlessly charging forward.

Waiting for them were the Bolita Clan's Wenster typewriters.

The typewriters roared.

Members of the Steel Brotherhood, thought to be unafraid of bullets, amazingly stiffened up as if short-circuited, ceasing movement after numerous shots.

This was exactly the result of Huoyan's recent research, having taken direction from that heart, developing a kind of serum. Although bullets bathed in this serum couldn't destroy these products of the Steel Tyrant, they were enough to incapacitate them.

Another wave swept forth, the ship forging ahead, as bullets followed suit.

Continuously, members of the Steel Brotherhood fell.

The newly constructed land they built was completely shattered.

The wind was fierce that night.

And this was just the prelude. Tomorrow, after this night, the real storm would strike.

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