Bang! Bang! Bang!
The intense gunfire echoed through the entire bar. The bar was lively again. Everyone held their breath and focused on the fight, including those hiding outside.
Of course, among the spectators, there was one person who was extrely unhappy. At that mont, he was cursing while calculating the damage to the bar.
"Liquor bottles... liquor shelves… bar tables… and my damn bar… damn it, Revy, you know these people, right? Especially that guy, he ca in with you. I saw it." The bar owner calculated for a bit and ca up with a number that gave him a headache.
Revy glanced at the bar owner, her eyes full of innocence. Her pure look almost made the bar owner think she ca out of a church school.
"Hey, why are you looking at like that? You think you're innocent?" the bar owner shouted angrily.
Revy didn't respond. She turned her face away and continued watching the battle…
To be honest, Roberta's situation now looked like she was at a slight disadvantage. Although the umbrella gun she used was modified from a shotgun and had astonishing power, its rate of fire wasn't fast.
Even if she pushed the gun's performance to the limit, it was still hard to hit Aiden who was moving at high speed.
So, after emptying all the shells in the magazine, she decisively tossed the umbrella gun and then pressed a switch on the suitcase. With a click, a hidden machine gun inside the suitcase started firing.
Aiden had already prepared when he saw Roberta pick up the suitcase.
He stopped shooting, and under the terrified gaze of the bar owner, turned and ran toward the bar counter.
"Get lost, don't co this way!" The bar owner was on the verge of tears.
Unfortunately, it didn't help. Aiden leapt behind the bar and shouted at the bar owner, "Duck!"
Though furious, the bar owner instinctively obeyed and ducked his head.
Whoosh!
Then ca a loud explosion.
The liquor shelf above their heads was completely destroyed, blown into countless wood chips.
Roberta's suitcase didn't just have a machine gun. It also had a grenade launcher.
The bar owner hugged his head and cried in grief, "My bar! My bar!"
Aiden gave him a sympathetic look, then leapt out from behind the bar. His twin pistols fired continuously. Even mid-air, he emptied the magazines.
Then, he flicked both hands downward, tossing out the empty magazines. As he landed, two magazines suddenly appeared in front of his chest out of thin air. With a click, he reloaded both guns using a motion that defied logic.
The system space required him to touch items to store them, but retrieving them only needed a thought, they could appear anywhere around him. Combined with specific motions, he could use the pistols to lay down quite a bit of suppressing fire for a longer period.
'Interesting.'Roberta wasn't surprised by Aiden's reloading thod. She could do the sa thing too, but needed special equipnt. What surprised her was his seemingly endless supply of magazines.
"This guy… He wasn't this strong when he fought those rcenaries last ti." Revy, watching from the sidelines, muttered, "Also, where the hell did he get so many pistol magazines?"
"No idea." Dutch shook his head. He found it strange too.
"Hey, hey, this isn't the ti to discuss that. We need to think of sothing. No matter how many magazines Aiden brings, compared to a machine gun, it's still not enough. That maid's suitcase is huge. It's got at least a thousand rounds. If this drags on, Aiden won't be able to hold out." Benny interrupted them.
"What can we even do? In a fight like this, we can't get involved." Revy shrugged. "Unless we make them stop."
"But from the looks of it, there's only one way to make them stop." Dutch said seriously. "And that's if one of them goes down."
"I don't want Aiden to fall." Revy said.
"Then we'll have to make the maid go down." Benny added.
"No." Little Garcia, already scared stiff, yelled, "Neither of them can fall. Whether it's Aiden or Roberta."
Saying that, he seed to make a decision. He suddenly broke free of Rock's grip and ran toward the middle of the battlefield.
"Kid, co back!" Dutch reached out to grab him, but Garcia ran too fast. He missed, and could only watch helplessly as the boy charged toward the crossfire.
Although Aiden and Roberta were both caught up in the heat of the battle, they still noticed soone approaching. When they saw it was Garcia, they stopped at the sa ti.
"Garcia."
"Young master."
Aiden and Roberta called out together.
"Stop fighting, Aiden, Roberta." Garcia spread his arms and stood between them.
"Garcia, get out of here." Aiden frowned.
"Young master, just wait a little longer. Once I finish dealing with him, I'll take you ho." Roberta said gently.
"No! I won't go back." Garcia cried, "As long as there's a Roberta like this at ho, I don't want to go back."
Hearing this, Roberta froze. Then, as if struck by sothing huge, a trace of panic and helplessness flashed across her face.
Imdiately after, she could no longer hold the suitcase. If fell to the ground.
Clack!
The suitcase split open. Countless bullets spilled out onto the floor.
"Young master…" Roberta looked at Garcia, her eyes full of confusion and misunderstanding.
But Garcia didn't even glance at her. He slowly walked to Aiden's side and said, "Let's go. Anywhere is fine, as long as Roberta's not there. Even if you hand over to the Mafia."
Upon hearing that, Aiden furrowed his brow and looked at the still dazed Roberta. Then he nodded and picked the boy up.
"Miss Maid, I'll look after your young master for a few days. Once he… or once your mood calms down, we'll discuss sending him back."
Before leaving, Aiden said to Roberta, "No matter what, he's still a child. The things you've shown him, it's still too early for him to see." After saying that, he walked over to Dutch.
"Hey, kid, you alright?" Revy looked at the boy in Aiden's arms. For once, she didn't say anything harsh.
The boy shook his head, but didn't speak.
"Let's go. Take him back to the office first." Dutch glanced at Roberta and sighed, "This really is troubleso."
Seeing that Aiden and the Black Lagoon crew were about to take her young master out of the bar, Roberta finally moved. She lowered her head and slowly followed.
However, the world never lacks idiots who don't know their place.
Seeing his target and the woman who killed his n about to leave the bar, that black boss nad Abrego suddenly jumped out, pointed his gun at them, and shouted, "Bastards, did I say you could leave? Get the hell back here!"
Aiden and the Black Lagoon mbers didn't even bother looking at him and continued walking. But Roberta stopped.
"You still want to do sothing?" Roberta tilted her head and asked.
"Of course! I'm taking your damn head, bitch."
"Also, I think I've figured out who you are. The Hound of Florencia. Your head is worth four hundred thousand dollars."
"Is that so? Then it's truly my honor." Roberta said, barely holding in her rage. "Originally, I thought of sparing your lives, but now there's no reason to."
Now in a state of rage, Roberta turned around, elegantly lifted the corner of her skirt.
"So, before I follow the young master's steps and leave this place, please accept a small token of my appreciation."
As she spoke, over a dozen grenades with pulled safety pins dropped from inside her skirt.
"Shit…"
One grenade rolled to Abrego's feet. He looked at it in terror and tried to run, but Roberta shot out both his legs, leaving him unable to move.
After cursing, he shut his eyes.
BOOM!
All the grenades exploded, and the entire Yellow Flag Bar was engulfed in explosions.
Amid the endless flas, the bar owner escaped, looked at his burning bar, and cried out in despair,
"My bar! You damned bastards, go straight to hell!"
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