New Gods of North America

"vomit--"

A large pool of blood, with the smell of stomach acid, alcohol and half-digested food fragments, was vomited at the foot of the tree.

I haven't been injured this badly in a long time.

John Jones held onto the tree and coughed for a while before wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth and returning to the carriage.

Then he smiled apologetically at the coachman and said, "Sorry, I drank too much beer at the mayor's house tonight, and I feel a little urgent to pee."

The coachman didn't mind spending time waiting for his employer on the roadside. After all, Dr. John was a well-known good man in the town.

He is humble and friendly, and often provides free medicine to townspeople.

There were even times when he disregarded his own health and ran to the estates and mines where the plague had spread to provide free medical treatment to the slaves and laborers.

The carriage continued to move forward.

Dr. John leaned back in the back seat of the carriage, thinking back to what had happened that evening.

I didn't expect that the Holy Spirit Church would send such a cunning hunting dog to replace that stupid sheepdog.

He deliberately acted like a naive fool and pretended to make those childish temptations, but secretly put things blessed by the Holy Spirit in the food.

He even specially invited everyone to share the plate of roasted meat cubes in front of everyone, trying to make the "fellows" who could not bear the burning power of the Holy Spirit expose themselves.

When Dr. John thought of this, the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

Unfortunately, the insidious Pastor Hake miscalculated in the end.

After accepting the "gift" and becoming the agent of God's messenger, his resistance to the so-called "power of the Holy Spirit" has been greatly enhanced.

At least on the surface, I can pretend that he can't see any flaws.

However, Pastor Hake's probing behavior also represents one thing:

——The actions of the “fellow countrymen” have aroused the vigilance of the Holy Spirit Church.

The great plan that God's messenger has been brewing for more than ten years must not be affected.

We must take timely measures.

Doctor John licked his lips, the sweet and fishy taste of blood still lingering in his mouth.

Nosy people are coming one after another. It would be better to kill the troublesome sheriff just like we did half a month ago.

Let's spread some false information to a few gangs to lure them to gather and rob.

I hope that after the accidental death of the cunning Reverend Hack, the next person to take over his position will be another docile sheepdog.

It would be a good opportunity to get rid of this rookie sheriff at the same time.

I had planned it all out.

He asked a "compatriot" to take over the position of sheriff, but unexpectedly, he was snatched away by this rookie who suddenly appeared.

It's time to correct this mistake.

…

The scene switches to the other side of the town.

Wayne, who was lying on the bed after taking a shower, was happily playing with his new skills.

Close your eyes.

The view returned to simple lines with clear contours.

At first glance, the picture looks like a simple 360° panoramic sketch. The more focused the lens is, the richer the details.

After trying a little,

Wayne discovered that the "lens" of this vision could actually be controlled to move.

However, the straight-line distance that can be moved is probably less than ten meters.

Can't go through walls or see through.

Bad review again.

The camera wanders around for a while, through the window, over the screen.

At this time, Inesa pulled the rope and slowly lowered the bucket fixed above the stove. The boiled hot water flowed along the drainage groove and gradually flowed into the bathtub in the bathroom.

This set is a byproduct of Wayne's parents' show of affection.

When the Constantines came to Blackrock Town to help build the town and settle down, Mrs. Constantine, who was born into a wealthy family on the East Coast, never complained about anything, except that she couldn't stand the sandstorm in the western wilderness and loved to take a bath.

The principle of this device is not complicated. The hand-cranked water pump, wood stove, water bucket and drainage trough are simply for the purpose of saving effort and convenience.

The craftsmanship is also very simple. Some are ready-made industrial products, and some are custom-made by the blacksmith in the town. They are assembled with some accessories, and all you need is hands.

But it was Mr. Constantine who took the initiative to spend time and energy to create it from scratch.

Every sharp part on it that might hit someone has been carefully polished into rounded corners.

In Wayne's memory, there is a habit of regularly cleaning, maintaining and painting the equipment to prevent rust.

The only difference is that when he was young he worked with adults, but later he did it alone.

Now, after so many years, this thing still looks almost as good as new.

The details of the device appeared one by one in his field of vision, and Wayne looked through the memories of the original owner and felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity with them.

He knew that he was not the original "Wayne", but he didn't mind continuing some of the original owner's habits.

It's just a piece of cake.

The camera pulled away slightly, and at this time, Inesa walked back into the bathroom with a box, took out petals from it, and began to sprinkle them into the bathtub.

Oh wow, flower petal bath.

The beautiful girl knows how to enjoy life.

After scattering the petals,

Several more powders appeared, followed by a few mushrooms, then tree bark and what looked like soft lumps...

hiss……

This recipe is a bit confusing.

This is not how you cook clear soup pot.

Inesa looked around at this time and went back to get a candlestick.

He struck a match and brought it close to the candle on the candlestick.

In Wayne's vision of simple lines, a large area suddenly became "black".

No way.

Gentlemen should also be on guard?

The camera slid out of the window in boredom, and after a quick visual estimate, the farthest distance that the field of view could focus on was about thirty meters. Any farther would be too blurry.

A feeling of fatigue and sleepiness suddenly came over Wayne, and he yawned.

Okay.

Wayne closed his "eyes" again.

Good night, Makkabaka.

…

The advantage of living with a virtuous and beautiful girl is that someone will prepare breakfast for you.

The next morning,

When Wayne went downstairs, he saw freshly prepared food already served in the restaurant.

There's fish with chips, and there's fish and chips, except for ketchup.

Wow, even the origin is revealed.

Wayne looked at Inissa who was washing the kitchen utensils, wanting to confirm his guess:

"Ms. Inessa, are you from the Kingdom of Windsor?"

Inissa nodded, not understanding why. "Yes, what's wrong?"

Wayne shook his head, "It's okay, that makes sense."

Inessa came over and pushed a plate of fish and chips towards Wayne. "But this is the last of the oil-soaked sea fish I brought with me. What we eat from now on will depend on what we can buy."

That's easy to guess - in addition to various meats and bread, the common foods of western cowboys are basically the same three things: hard biscuits, fried corn tortillas, and stewed beans.

While eating breakfast and chatting, Wayne realized that Inesa didn't have to go to work in the church on weekdays.

"So what does Miss Inessa usually plan to do when she arrives in Blackrock Town?"

"I haven't decided yet. I'll just find a job that's suitable for traveling around, and then I'll focus on completing the church's investigation mission."

Wayne thought for a moment and said, "How about you be my assistant? The kind with a police badge?"

"OK."

——The sheriffs in small western towns actually have spare badges, but they are usually not for their own use.

This is mainly because there is only one official position of sheriff, and in a small town like Blackrock that has already begun to take shape, it is easy to be understaffed.

At such times, if the sheriffs feel the need, they have the authority to recruit helpers, temporarily hand over spare police badges to designated persons, and temporarily grant law enforcement powers.

It is not a formal appointment and the town does not pay any additional salary.

If things go wrong, the sheriff and his assistants will also be held accountable by the townspeople.

But this practice is a short-term authorization that complies with the rules.

Seeing that Inissa agreed, Wayne finally revealed his true intentions:

"As an honorable member of the town police department, shouldn't you share some weapons and ammunition with other colleagues?"

Inissa was straightforward. "I can give you some ordinary bullets, but I can't give you special bullets."

Damn it.

There are special bullets.

Is it sterling silver with patterns?

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