New Gods of North America

The next day, when the local exorcism department personnel came to the scene to verify the situation,

they looked from afar, their faces serious and earnest.

But in reality,

the exorcism department staff also seemed to have a "normal" side:

"The security situation in the George Berg area is relatively good, and the extraordinary individuals are basically well-managed. How could they be attacked for several consecutive days? And they all lost control... It looks too tragic."

Among them, there were those with broader knowledge who joked while looking at the scene:

"Maybe someone bought a large number of lottery tickets issued by their detective agency, resulting in huge losses... The last time I saw such a crazy scene was during a run on a private bank."

"Hahahaha, admit it, how much did you lose this time?"

"30 cents... But I also bought $5 worth of 'Mr. Wayne Wins'. I heard from Doug and the others that Mr. Wayne's shooting skills are the best in the detective agency. According to the recent discussions in the bar, I feel like I should make a small profit."

"Ah?! Why didn't you say so earlier? To be safe, I bought two bets on that guy from Cohen Pharmaceuticals."

"..."

However, most of the exorcism personnel remained calm, silently and meticulously confirming the situation at the scene.

One of the exorcism priests gathered the empty bottles that had been thrown on the ground outside the yard, and then collected the remaining liquid inside,

collecting enough for "a mouthful":

"If the loss of control of these people is related to these potions, secretly gathering extraordinary individuals to launch attacks and guiding them to lose control in a targeted manner can be classified as a Level IV threat, which needs to be taken seriously."

"Yes!" The deputy next to him responded.

Wayne didn't know that Liam had volunteered to sneak to the scene to eavesdrop until this guy was brought back by the exorcism department staff.

Having slightly closer personal relationships was one thing, but when it came to being serious, the people of the church didn't joke around, at least not when searching the scene, which was not allowed to be approached by outsiders.

Fortunately, the person in charge of the scene didn't make too much of a fuss. Doug helped scold him for a while and then let him go.

Otherwise, they only needed to check the detective agency's record list to know that the name of this "prisoner," Liam, was not within the detective agency's member scope.

Such a potion, is it so dangerous in the eyes of the church?

Wayne still had a whole bottle in his office, which he had taken from the only guy who hadn't "transformed" last night.

After listening to Liam's retelling, Wayne returned to his office, considering whether this thing should be "kept for later use" or "handed over quickly."

After standing still for half a day, the potion in the bottle showed obvious stratification.

The upper layer became a clear, light golden liquid, while the lower layer was a black "coffee ground" sediment.

A slight shake would turn the junction between the two layers into the opaque, murky state of "whiskey mixed with coffee grounds" from last night.

Hiss...

Wayne quickly took the potion to Lina to see, but Lina couldn't figure it out either.

Then the two of them briefly discussed it and decided to leave some samples behind, and hand over the rest to the church.

The two of them didn't bother Ineisha for the time being. Ineisha needed to rest now. Wayne would only ask her if he got extraordinary materials that might be beneficial to her, and would not bother her with other things for now.

After standing still for a night, Wayne felt that the appearance of this bottle of potion was more familiar.

Before, when he took advantage of the chaos to rummage through the items in the academy church, he had seen it in Pastor Parish's office medicine cabinet.

It's a pity that Wayne doesn't have any evidence at the moment.

The number of empty bottles he carried at the time was limited. When sampling, he only chose to fill the ones that seemed to be in larger quantities. Even if he took samples of this potion, he would probably only pour out half a bottle...

Wayne shook the potion evenly and divided it into three parts. Two bottles with more potion were intended to be handed over, and the remaining slightly smaller bottle was kept for himself.

He didn't hide it from the exorcism department and invited the exorcism priest who was in charge at the scene, saying that one bottle would be taken back by the local exorcism department for identification, one bottle would be handed over to the cathedral, and the remaining small bottle would be used by the detective agency for research.

Without confirming whether the potion was indeed prohibited, the other party was relatively easy to talk to in front of Wayne and quickly expressed his approval, only taking away one of the bottles.

Wayne didn't tell the other party that he had seen the same potion in Pastor Parish's office, only saying that he found it on the attackers last night.

Then Wayne didn't continue to stay at the detective agency.

He took Doug and Sanders and rushed to the cathedral.

...

"A potion that may cause extraordinary individuals to lose control?"

In the cathedral, Tom Hagen immediately stood up from behind his desk after roughly understanding the situation Wayne said.

While he asked someone to take the potion for identification, he seemed to be going to gather people.

Wayne continued to tell the truth, and by the way, he "stacked armor" for himself, "I only have a vague impression of this potion. I seem to have seen it at Pastor Parish's place, but I may not have taken samples in time at that time, and I don't have direct evidence on hand at the moment."

"A potential risk corresponding to a Level IV threat doesn't need evidence. Any devout believer has an obligation to cooperate with the investigation. We have corresponding plans in this regard, you don't need to worry."

The expression on Tom Hagen's face actually still looked calm, and he even had the mood to change the subject, "I heard that Mr. Baker has publicly stated that he will accept the challenge, how are you preparing?"

Wayne raised his eyebrows, "I'm a town sheriff from the West, he should be the one preparing."

Tom Hagen hesitated, and then smiled and patted Wayne on the shoulder:

"Be careful. Bullets may not only be shot from the other party's muzzle."

"We've already learned it several times in the past few days," Wayne also laughed, "I also want to see how much ammunition the other party has."

If only in terms of the "quality" and "quantity" of extraordinary individuals, the detective agency has already fished out more from Cohen Pharmaceuticals than they had encountered with many large gangs before.

Dealing with this kind of organization that can survive in the sun, stealing the home is a temporary pleasure, but the detective agency's personnel are all registered with the church. If they are caught by the tail, the detective agency will become unclear at that time.

It's better to deal with this kind of big company, which can call out a large group of people with messy backgrounds from nowhere.

Leaving the cathedral, Wayne went to the Brooke family's factory on the way.

Good fellow,

Miss Mary's brother is simply a conservative weapon research and development personnel.

After Wayne told him the general principle of the original Maxim machine gun, he didn't make the Maxim, but

instead, he created a strange "volley revolver"...

A full nineteen barrels were fixed together in a honeycomb pattern, with an oversized hammer with a bunch of firing pins on the back.

A strong worker swung a hammer and hit the crank on the ground, and a dozen bullets were fired at the same time, and the target in the distance was directly turned into a hornet's nest.

Then a piece of iron plate filled with bullets was separated from the back of the barrel by the worker, and two other workers installed another piece of iron plate filled with bullets in the corresponding position, and then another hammer.

"Boom--"

The target looked even more pitiful.

Alex Brooke seemed quite satisfied, "Mr. Wayne, I designed this device according to the 'multi-barrel combination' idea you provided. It is currently no problem to fire all at once, but we are still improving the shell extraction and loading components, and strive to further improve the rate of fire."

Wayne was a little speechless, the average rate of fire is indeed not low, but you can't come in "bursts"...

This kind of solution can only be produced by your steel pipe factory:

"If it is this mode, the power of a dozen bullets fired together is obviously not as good as artillery fire. I don't think there is much value in continuing to improve...

"And compared to such a dozen shots fired together, don't you think continuous burst fire has more practical value? Excessive bullet hits in a single shot are not of great significance."

Alex Brooke seemed a little enlightened, "Is that so? I was originally planning to connect it to a steam engine, so that the device on the steam train should no longer be afraid of steam train robbers."

You still remember to consider the weight of the device and the applicable scene...

Wayne actually doesn't know what the specific structure of the Maxim machine gun is, but its general style is not unfamiliar to modern people.

So Wayne tried to draw a rough schematic diagram this time to guide the other party to consider the angle of "multi-barrel sequential firing."

Finally, watching the other party plan to destroy this failed sample,

Wayne also took this thing away. Sanders had difficulty moving it, and the ruts of the carriage were much deeper.

The burst function of this thing is indeed not practical,

but installed in the detective agency, it seems quite surprising to give the enemy a sudden blow.