New Gods of North America

Normally speaking, bodyguards are not supposed to dine with their employers.

However, at Miss Harrison's insistence, Wayne still allowed Inissa and Lina to have dinner with her.

Even the detective agency provides additional emotional services to early employers.

As for the others, they just waited obediently for their shift change.

At first, the ladies got along well and had a good chat.

Then when Miss Harrison's gangster brother showed up with his "friends" without notice, the atmosphere in the restaurant suddenly dropped to freezing point.

"Oh, my dear sister, are you disappointed that my father has not died to-day?"

The young master of the Blake family named "Philip" greeted everyone and walked to the other end of the long table and sat down.

Walking behind him were six people who felt like his "subordinates".

Four of them followed suit and the other two stood behind the chair where he sat, with their hands clasped in front of them.

Wayne noticed that there were hard bulges on the lower backs of two of them.

It feels like having a sawed-off shotgun stuck up your ass.

Miss Harrison paid no attention to her brother, but the housekeeper and servants promptly set about setting the table for the young master and his friends, and then bringing in the food.

The gangster young master looked around at the new faces in the restaurant and continued to speak to himself:

"Are any of you my sister's friends? Oh, there are so many new bodyguards. The house looks much more lively than before.

"But it's not a good habit to start squandering money before you even get your money."

Then he looked at Wayne who was looking at him:

"By the way, I'd like to remind the new bodyguards that the security in our city is not very good.

"The bodyguards my sister hired at the beginning have all 'left' one after another due to various accidents. We are very sorry. I hope you will have good luck."

Miss Harrison put down her knife and fork, wiped her mouth with her napkin, and stood up. "I'm full."

After saying that, she left the table and walked out of the restaurant in quick steps.

Inesa, who had already finished her meal, followed her out.

Lina, who was more talkative, picked up the uneaten piece of meat on the plate and stuffed it into her mouth, then took an apple and followed behind.

The gangsters' eyes involuntarily followed the ladies' figures.

At this time, Wayne had basically memorized the figures and appearances of the other people.

So the employer left, and Inissa and Lina took over. He quietly signaled to Doug who was standing by the restaurant window.

Don't pay attention to them, let's go eat.

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Next to the kitchen, there is a "staff restaurant" for servants and various staff members.

Because the "owners of the manor" had not yet finished their meal,

So there are not many people eating at this time.

The food provided to the staff in the manor is probably at the level of a small street restaurant, and the amount of meat in each portion can only be described as "average".

But it was free, and there was no limit on the amount of bread and soup, so Wayne thought it was okay.

At least it was a hot meal, better than eating jerky and hard bread in the wilderness.

The person who took over the shift and had lunch with Wayne and the others was a bodyguard from Clint's team.

There were four of them in total, Clint, two who knew each other before, and the last one left was this guy.

A few of them were eating and chatting, and then Wayne discovered that this old man was actually also an extraordinary person.

Wayne used to drink holy water every morning, noon and evening to "aid digestion".

By now, I have almost digested it, but it has also become a habit.

So before Wayne started eating, he took out a flat metal hip flask and sprinkled holy water on his plate to add a little seasoning.

This habit once made Doug and Willy feel in awe of Wayne.

Although they would not be seriously injured after taking a small amount of holy water, their abilities would become "less useful" for a short period of time.

I've never seen anyone who would take the initiative to add more to himself when he has nothing to do.

My brother who was eating with me didn't know what it was. He thought it was some secret sauce and was a little curious.

Then Wayne gave him a try,

As soon as the food entered his mouth, his first reaction was to spit it out, jump up, and then want to touch the weapon.

"This is holy water, not poison."

Wayne explained a little, "I'm not from the church either, I just like to eat a little bit occasionally."

The other party remained alert for a while.

After realizing that Wayne and the others really didn't seem to have any intention of attacking or arresting him, he finally picked up the chair and sat down again.

His voice was a little muffled. "This hobby of yours is quite...special."

You can't say that.

Mexicans in the south also like spicy food.

Wayne shrugged his shoulders, and then began to exchange little secrets between extraordinary people with the other party:

"We are a private detective agency that has business dealings with the church, so we are not too afraid of these things. Are all the people on your side Beyonders as well?"

The other party shook his head, "I don't know. We are not very familiar with each other."

"So according to convention, what abilities do you have?"

As Wayne was talking, Doug beside him took out a dried corn kernel from a small bag.

Then Wayne stretched out his hand and performed a "freshly fried corn kernel" for the other party.

Unfortunately, it didn’t turn into popcorn, it could only be fried into corn crumbs.

The other party hesitated for a moment, then picked up a larger piece of corn crumbs on the table with his fingers, and "sucked" the other corn crumbs over to him as if he was holding a magnet.

Soon, he put a corn kernel, which was not complete but roughly put back into shape, back on the table:

"I can make something that has been destroyed temporarily return to 'wholeness'."

Wayne curiously touched the corn kernels with his fingers. They were simply "pieced" back together, and fell apart again when touched.

We have a little secret in common.

At this time, you can ask some topics with a little more "depth".

"How much does Miss Harrison pay you for being her bodyguards?" Wayne asked.

"It's $500 in total, divided equally among everyone. If someone dies, the others will be responsible for delivering the portion that belongs to their companions to the designated place."

Wayne didn't dare to talk about his own compensation.

He thought it might be because of Mr. Underwood's face that he got a "discount price" for their detective agency.

So Wayne changed the subject, "I just heard that all the bodyguards hired at the beginning are dead? Was it all done by the brother who sent people to do it?"

"Not sure. But I heard people chatting in the pub before, and they basically thought so." The other party replied.

"Are there any extraordinary people in their gang?" Wayne asked again.

"On the surface, it seems that there is none. However, if a gang is large enough, even if there are no Beyonders among its members, it is possible that there will be corresponding connections."

Wayne thought for a moment and said, "Since the risk is not low, are you here just for the reward?"

"I am." The other party thought for a moment, "But Clint, who took the lead, seems to have other reasons."

Wayne was about to ask again,

At this moment, the sound of glass or porcelain breaking suddenly came from a distance.

At the same time, there was also a woman's scream.