New Gods of North America

Wayne had actually encountered quite a few extraordinary individuals capable of "stealth" along his way.

Some could turn into "mist," some could blend into "darkness," and there were even those who could become "ant colonies" or "teleport."

Of course, there were also the opposite cases.

For example, those who were invisible in Simplified Lines' vision but visible to the naked eye.

Wayne didn't think his night vision was better than an owl's, so he focused mainly on the former type.

If the opponent had already run away, there was nothing he could do, but if they were "still here," he couldn't let them escape again.

There was a faint moonlight tonight, but it wasn't very clear.

Doug quickly made a torch, chopping off a suitable branch, wrapping it with cloth, and drenching it in oil, instantly brightening the nearby area.

Wayne wandered around a bit, but even with the torchlight, he didn't find any obvious traces.

He searched again under the big tree where he found the bolt-action rifle; the gunstock seemed to have been "smashed down," and there were no footprints or other traces of someone jumping or sliding down nearby...

Wayne's gaze quickly scanned upwards along the tree trunk, and at the same time, he quickly changed his position, but he felt that this was a bit illogical.

Since there was a gun,

it was most normal to either run away after shooting, or to crouch in place and take out one enemy after another.

Buying guns costs money, after all.

Unless the attacker had some understanding of the detective agency and felt that they might not be able to escape, so they chose what they thought was the safest method,

or the attacker couldn't take the gun with them when they fled.

The latter possibility wasn't too low. Although Wayne wasn't sure of the specific reason, those guys who could turn into "mist" and blend into "darkness" didn't use firearms.

Wayne guessed it might be related to "gunpowder" or "moving parts"; these extraordinary abilities might cause them to "malfunction."

"Can you get the owls to call everyone over?" Wayne didn't look at Doug, but he asked him.

"I have flares that can call people over. Do you need me to set them off now?"

Huh?!

Wayne nodded, and then he saw Doug take out a flare from a small bag,

light it, and shoot it into the sky with a "whoosh."

The materials Doug used to make the torch earlier also seemed to have come from this small bag...

Sensing that Wayne seemed a little curious, Doug explained slightly:

"I learned this from Miss Lena, trying to put some frequently used tools in a bag. This way, you can deal with various situations by just bringing it during emergency operations. There are several types of flares, and different colors mean different things as agreed upon with everyone."

This was a good idea. He could consider preparing a set for the agents and determine the types of commonly used props as standard equipment for the detective agency.

By the way, since there were already everyday props, he could also design a set of action codes. In the future, everyone could use hand gestures during operations, just like special forces.

Never mind whether efficiency could be improved, but at least it would look more professional and cool.

Connor quickly returned to this side. After understanding Wayne's meaning, he prepared to climb the tree to check the situation.

Wayne signaled him to stop. Why climb the tree? Just set it on fire. Just don't burn down the entire small forest.

It wouldn't matter if it burned down. It was in the wilderness, and he could say the attacker burned it down later.

Wayne silently apologized to the big tree in his heart.

Sorry, buddy,

it seems I can't wait until tomorrow to chop you down and boil water.

If he didn't try it, his curiosity would keep him up at night.

Fortunately, the large trees around the city had basically been cut down, and the big trees in the small forest weren't as "spectacular" as the primeval forests in West Virginia.

Doug saw that Wayne had made up his mind, so he took out a bottle from his small bag and poured the remaining oil on the tree trunk.

Connor and Wayne retreated a bit, guarding the two directions under the big tree,

and then they saw flames rising on the tree trunk.

"Oil" is actually divided into types.

Doug seemed to have mainly considered the fire resistance, so when this thing burned, the flames didn't look "big" or "fierce" enough. It seemed a bit difficult to set the whole tree on fire.

Wayne aimed left and right with the bolt-action rifle, and felt that he still hadn't found any movement. He simply fired a shot at the top of the canopy.

The upper part of the tree trunk "shook" slightly, and a human-shaped outline faintly appeared, located on a slightly higher branch,

like two layers of different transparency superimposed on each other, only faintly distinguishable when moving. It looked like a fat man.

But if you looked with the naked eye, you really couldn't see any flaws.

Optical camouflage?

Not sure, try another shot.

"Bang—"

This time it was confirmed. Wayne started shouting happily from below:

"The person in the tree, you have been discovered. I'll count down five times. If you don't come down after the countdown, I'll shoot. Five...four..."

After the countdown ended, another two minutes passed, and the other party was still sitting there as stable as an old dog.

Tsk.

"Bang—"

You shoot me once, I'll shoot you once, it's reasonable, right?

I didn't even aim for the head.

The fat man's outline moved slightly. He didn't know if he was holding onto wishful thinking or stubbornly resisting, but he didn't say a word.

Wayne counted down again. This time, he wouldn't shoot the legs anymore, but aimed at the torso.

"Bang—"

Still no reaction?

After two consecutive shots that grazed him, Wayne felt that the other party should have been hit.

Another shot and someone will die, buddy.

For this kind of person who comes to attack, killing him with one shot is not a problem, but the key is to figure out who sent him.

Being able to question a living person is definitely simpler than searching for clues on a corpse.

Wayne decided to give the other party one last chance. This time, the bullet hit the tree branch where the fat man was squatting.

This time, the dead fat man finally moved, and then the other party moved slightly,

and then switched to another branch, hiding from Wayne...

There was nothing to talk about. Wayne's next shot went directly to the other party's abdomen.

A muffled groan sounded. The dead fat man seemed to realize at this time that he couldn't hide. He hugged the tree trunk and began to slide down. After the outline slid down, the blood stains on the tree trunk could be "seen" with the naked eye.

The dead fat man landed on the ground lightly and quickly, and then the outline ran quickly in the small forest. Connor might not be able to see the transparent outline, but he could see the blood stains dripping on the ground and the suddenly moving grass and bushes, and directly chased along the traces.

Gunshots from different sources rang out continuously,

Wayne and Doug chased behind. The visibility in the forest was poor, and they were worried about accidentally injuring someone. Finally, they saw a figure being "shot" out by Connor.

So you're not a fat man?

The muzzle of the bolt-action rifle was pointed at the other party's forehead. This guy was still a tough guy, trying to slap away the muzzle to fight like a trapped beast.

Wayne added a gunshot wound to his body. Connor then "cracked" his joints a few times, and this guy finally calmed down.

He had several gunshot wounds on his body, and his joints were dislocated, but there was no look of pain on his face.

He's a tough guy.

Westerners generally respect tough guys, at least they will allow the other party to maintain their most basic dignity.

Wayne felt that he probably couldn't get anything out of this guy. After taking him back to the detective agency, he asked Doug to lock him in the big iron cage in the cellar.

He also asked someone to treat his wounds slightly. If he could make it through, he would be sent to the church tomorrow morning to report, and then see whether to exchange for contributions or send him for trial to pick up extraordinary materials.

If he couldn't make it through, he would take the extraordinary materials and then report the case.

Our detective agency doesn't kill innocent people indiscriminately.

When it was almost dawn, Doug came to knock on the door of Wayne's small wooden house,

Wayne thought for a while, "That guy died?"

"No," Doug's voice hesitated slightly, "I guess, his medicine might have worn off... now he's crying louder than a hungry baby."

Ah?

The last day of double monthly tickets, if you guys still have monthly tickets, please give them to me.