New Gods of North America.

Chapter 361 Tough guy
Wayne has actually met many extraordinary people who can "stealth" along the way.

Some can turn into "mist", some can blend into the "darkness", and some can turn into an "ant colony" and "teleport".

The reverse is also true, of course.

For example, it cannot be seen in the field of vision of simple lines, but can be seen with the naked eye.

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

If the other party has already run away, there is nothing we can do, but if he is still there, we can’t let him run away again.

There is some moonlight tonight, but it is not very clear.

Doug quickly made a torch. He cut a suitable branch, wrapped it with cloth strips, and poured grease on it. The light nearby suddenly became much brighter.

Wayne walked around the area for a while, but couldn't find any obvious traces by the light of the fire.
Looking under the tree where the bolt-action rifle was found, the buttstock seemed to have been "fallen off", and there were no footprints or other signs of someone jumping or sliding down nearby...

Wayne's eyes quickly looked up along the direction of the tree trunk, and he quickly changed his position, but he felt that this was a bit illogical.

Since there is a gun,

It would be normal for them to run away after firing their guns, or to stay where they are and shoot each other.

Buying a gun also costs money.

Unless the attacker has some knowledge of the detective agency and feels that he may not be able to escape, he chooses the method he thinks is the safest.
Otherwise, the other party will not be able to take the gun with him when he escapes.

The latter possibility is not too low. Although Wayne is not sure about the specific reason, those guys who could turn into "fog" and blend into "darkness" before did not use hot weapons.

Wayne speculated that it might be related to "gunpowder" or "moving parts", and these extraordinary abilities might cause them to "malfunction".

"Can you ask the owl to call everyone over here?" Wayne didn't look at Doug, but asked him.

"I have fireworks. I can call someone over. Do you need to set them off now?"

Ok? !

Wayne nodded, and then saw Doug took out a firework from a small bag.
After lighting it, he shouted "Help!" towards the sky.

It seems that the materials Doug used to make the torch just now also came from this small bag...

Feeling that Wayne seemed a little curious, Doug explained a little:
"This is what I learned from Miss Lina. I try to put some tools that may be used frequently in my bag. In this way, when an emergency occurs, I only need to bring it with me to deal with various situations. There are also several kinds of fireworks, and we have agreed on the meanings of different colors."

This is a good idea. We can consider preparing a set for each agent and determine the types of props to be kept on hand as the standard equipment for the detective agency.

By the way, since we have all the daily props, we can also design a set of action codes. When we act in the future, we can just make gestures, just like the special forces.
Don’t worry about whether efficiency can be improved, but at least it will look more professional and handsome.

Connor came back here quickly, and after understanding what Wayne meant, he prepared to climb the tree to check the situation.

Wayne motioned him to stop, saying, "Why climb a tree? Just set it on fire. Just don't burn the whole grove."

It doesn't matter if it's burned down in the middle of nowhere. We can just say it was the attackers who burned it.

Wayne secretly apologized to the tree.

I'm sorry buddy,

It seems that I can’t wait until tomorrow to chop you off and boil water.

If I don’t try it, my curiosity will keep getting the better of me and I’m afraid I won’t be able to sleep tonight.

Fortunately, most of the large trees around the city had been cut down long ago, and the big trees in the grove were not as "spectacular" as the original forests in the western mountains of Virginia.
Seeing that Wayne had made up his mind, Doug took out a bottle from his bag and poured the remaining grease on the tree trunk.

Connor and Wayne retreated a little and guarded the two directions under the big tree.

Then flames were seen rising up the tree trunk.

There are actually different types of "grease".

Doug seemed to have considered the flame resistance as the main consideration, so when this thing burned, the flame didn't look "big" or "fierce" enough, and it seemed a bit difficult to light the whole tree.

Wayne looked left and right with his bolt-action rifle, but still found no movement, so he simply fired a shot at the top of the tree. The upper part of the tree trunk "trembled" slightly, and the outline of a human figure was faintly revealed, located on a slightly higher branch.

It's like two layers of different transparency are superimposed on each other, and you can only vaguely distinguish them when they move. It also looks like a fat man.

But if you look at it with the naked eye, you really can't see any flaws.

Optical camouflage?

Not sure, try again.

"boom--"

This is confirmed, Wayne is a little happy and starts to shout from below:
"The man in the tree, you've been discovered. I'll count down to five. If you don't come down before the countdown ends, I'll shoot. Five... four..."

Two minutes passed after the countdown ended, and the other party was still sitting there as steady as an old dog.

Tsk.

"boom--"

You shoot me and I shoot you back. That's fair, right?

I didn't even look up.

The outline of the fat man moved slightly, and it was not known whether he was hoping for luck or just trying to hold on, but he didn't say a word.

Wayne counted down again, and this time he stopped kicking his legs and aimed at his torso instead.

"boom--"

Still no response?
After two consecutive shots, Wayne felt that the other party must have been hit.

If you fight again, someone will die, buddy.

For people like this who come to attack, it is not a problem to shoot them to death, but the key is to find out who sent them.
It would definitely be easier to ask a living person than to search for clues among corpses.

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

The fat guy finally moved this time, and then the other party moved slightly.
Then he moved to another tree branch where Wayne was hiding...

There was nothing more to talk about, so Wayne fired his next shot directly into the opponent's abdomen.

A muffled groan sounded, and the fat man seemed to realize that he could no longer hide, so he hugged the tree trunk and began to slide down. After his outline slid down, the blood on the trunk could be "seen" by the naked eye.
The fat man landed on the ground lightly and quickly, and then his outline ran quickly in the woods. Connor might not be able to see the transparent outline, but he could see the blood dripping on the ground and the grass and bushes suddenly moving, so he just followed the traces.

Gunshots from different sources rang out continuously.
Wayne and Doug followed behind, but the vision was poor in the woods and they were worried about accidental injuries. Finally, they saw a figure being "shot" out by Connor.

So you are not a fat person?
The muzzle of the bolt-action rifle was pointed at the opponent's forehead. This guy was a tough guy and tried to push the muzzle away to fight back.
Wayne gave him a bullet hole, and Connor then "clicked" several of his joints before the guy finally stopped.

He was shot several times and his joints were dislocated, but his face showed no sign of pain.

He's a tough guy.

Westerners generally respect tough guys, and at least allow them to maintain their basic dignity.
Wayne felt that he would not be able to get anything out of a guy like this, so after taking him back to the detective agency, he asked Doug to lock him in a large iron cage in the cellar.

I also asked someone to treat his wounds. If he survives, I will send him to the church tomorrow morning to report and see whether he can be exchanged for contributions or sent to the trial to collect extraordinary materials.

If you can't get through it, then take the extraordinary materials and report it to the police.

Our detective agency will not kill innocent people.

When it was almost dawn, Doug came and knocked on the door of Wayne's cabin.

Wayne thought for a moment, "Is that guy dead?"

"No," Doug's voice hesitated a little, "I guess the effect of the medicine may have worn off...Now he's crying louder than a hungry baby."

what?
　The last day for double monthly tickets. If you still have monthly tickets, please give them to me.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)