New Gods of North America.

Chapter 383 Failure
The next day, when the local exorcist department came to the scene to verify the situation,
Watching from a distance, everyone had a serious expression on their face.

But in fact,

The staff of the Exorcist Department also seem to have a "normal" side:
"The public security situation in the Georgeburg area is relatively good, and the Beyonders are basically under proper management. How did they manage to be attacked for several consecutive days? And they are out of control... It's too tragic to watch."

There were some knowledgeable people among them who joked while watching the situation:

"Maybe someone bought a large number of lottery tickets issued by their detective agency and caused huge losses... The last time I saw such a crazy scene was when a private bank had a run."

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

"30 cents... But I also bought 'Mr. Wayne Wins' for $5. I heard from Doug and the others that Mr. Wayne's shooting score is the best in the detective agency. According to the recent discussions in the bar, I feel I should be able to make a small profit."

"Huh?! Why didn't you tell me earlier? Just to be on the safe side, I bought two bets from that guy from Cohen Pharmaceuticals."

"..."

However, most of the exorcists remained calm, silently and carefully confirming the situation at the scene.

One of the exorcists gathered the empty bottles thrown on the ground outside the yard, and then collected the residual liquid inside into one place.
I have saved up enough for one bite:
"If these people's loss of control is related to these drugs, privately gathering Beyonders to launch attacks and directing them to lose control can be classified as a Level IV threat and needs to be taken seriously."

"Yes!" the deputy next to him responded.

Wayne didn't know at first that Liam had volunteered to eavesdrop on the scene until he was called back by the staff of the exorcism department.

It is one thing to have a slightly closer relationship in private, but when it comes to being serious, people in the church still don't joke around. At least when searching the scene, outsiders are not allowed to approach casually.

Fortunately, the person in charge at the scene did not take it too seriously. Doug helped to reprimand the man for a while, and then let him go.

Otherwise, if they just went back and looked through the detective agency's registration list, they would know that the name of the "captive" Liam was not among the members of the detective agency.

Could such a potion be so dangerous in the eyes of the church?

There was actually a full bottle in Wayne's office, which he had taken from the only guy who hadn't "transformed" last night.

After listening to Liam's retelling, Wayne returned to the office and considered whether he should "keep it for backup" or "hand it in quickly."

After being left alone for half a day, the medicine in the bottle showed obvious stratification.
The upper layer turned into a clear light golden liquid, while the lower layer was black "coffee grounds" that had settled down.
After a slight shake, the junction of the two layers will become the opaque and turbid state of "whiskey and coffee grounds" like last night.

hiss……

Wayne quickly took the potion to Lina, but Lina couldn't figure it out either.
Then the two of them had a brief discussion and decided to keep some samples and hand over the rest to the church.

The two of them did not disturb Inessa for the time being. Inessa still needed to rest. Wayne would only ask about it if he got some extraordinary materials that might be helpful to her. They would not bother her about other things for the time being.

After leaving it alone for a night, the bottle of medicine looked more familiar to Wayne.

He had seen it in the medicine cabinet in Reverend Pycelle's office when he had gone to the college church to look for something during the chaos.

It's a pity that Wayne has no evidence at the moment.

He had a limited number of empty bottles with him at the time, so when he was sampling, he only picked the ones that looked more numerous. Even if he took a sample of this kind of medicine, he would probably only pour out the top half of the bottle...

Wayne shook the potion and divided it into three parts. He planned to hand in the two bottles with more liquid and keep the remaining bottle with less liquid for himself.

He did not hide it from the people in the exorcism department and invited the exorcist priest who was in charge of the scene to come over. He said that one bottle would be taken back to 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 its own research.

Without confirming whether the drug was indeed contraband, the other party was relatively easy to talk to in front of Wayne. He quickly expressed his approval and only took one bottle away.
Wayne did not tell the other party that he had seen the same potion in Reverend Pycelle's office. He only said that he found it from the attacker last night.

Then Wayne did not continue to stay in the detective agency.
I took Doug and Sanders to the cathedral.

… “Potion that could cause a Beyonder to go out of control?”

In the cathedral, after Tom Hagen roughly understood what Wayne said, he immediately stood up from behind his desk.

While he asked someone to take the medicine away for identification, he seemed to be gathering people.

Wayne still spoke the truth and "stacked armor" himself. "I just have a vague impression of this potion. It seems that I have seen it with Pastor Pycelle before, but I may not have taken a sample in time. I don't have any direct evidence at hand at the moment."

"For the potential risk of Level IV threats, no evidence is needed. Any devout believer is obliged to cooperate with the investigation. We have corresponding plans in this regard, so you don't need to worry."

Tom Hagen's expression actually still looked calm, and he was even in 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 the small town sheriff from the West, he should be the one to prepare."

Tom Hagen hesitated for a moment before patting Wayne on the shoulder with a smile:

"Be careful. Bullets don't always come from the other party's gun."

"We've experienced this several times in the past few days." Wayne also laughed, "I also want to see how much ammunition the other side has."

If we only consider the "quality" and "quantity" of Beyonders, the number of Beyonders that the Detective Agency has caught from Cohen Pharmaceuticals has already exceeded that of many large gangs that it has encountered before.
To deal with this kind of organization that can survive in the sun, stealing a house may be fun for a while, but the detective agency's personnel are all registered with the church. If they are caught, the detective agency will become unclear.

It’s still good to have such a big company. You never know where they will come from and call up a bunch of people with all kinds of backgrounds.

After leaving the cathedral, Wayne stopped by the Brooke family's factory.
Good guy,
Miss Mary's brother is simply a conservative weapons developer.

After Wayne told him the general principle of the first generation Maxim machine gun, he did not succeed in making the Maxim.

Instead, they came up with a weird "volley revolver"...

There were nineteen gun barrels, fixed together in a honeycomb pattern, and behind them was an oversized hammer with a bunch of firing pins.
A sturdy worker swung a sledgehammer and hammered the crank on the ground. More than 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 full of bullets was separated from the back of the gun barrel by the worker, and the other two workers next to it installed another piece of iron plate full of bullets at the corresponding position, and then another hammer was struck.

"boom--"

The target looked even more pitiful.

Alex Brooke seemed quite satisfied. "Mr. Wayne, I designed this device according to the 'multi-barrel joint' idea you provided. At present, it is no problem to fire all the rounds at once, but we are still improving the shell extraction and loading parts to further increase the firing rate."

Wayne was a little speechless. The average firing rate was indeed not low, but you couldn't just fire it in bursts...

This kind of plan can only be made by a steel pipe factory like yours:
"If it is this mode, the power of a dozen bullets firing at the same time is obviously not as powerful as artillery fire. I don't think it is worthwhile to continue to improve it...

"And compared to firing dozens of rounds at once, don't you think continuous firing is more valuable in actual combat? A single excessive number of bullets hitting the target doesn't actually mean much."

Alex Brooke suddenly realized something. "Is that so? I was planning to connect it to the steam engine and install it on the steam train. I shouldn't be afraid of steam train robbers anymore."

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

Wayne actually didn't know what the internal structure of the Maxim machine gun was like, but its general style was not unfamiliar to modern people.
So this time Wayne tried to draw a rough schematic diagram to guide the other party to consider the angle of "multiple barrels firing in sequence".

Finally, I saw that the other party was going to destroy this failed sample.
Wayne also took this thing away. Sanders had a hard time carrying it, and it caused the ruts in the carriage to become much deeper.

The burst function of this thing is really not practical.
But pretending to be in a detective agency and giving the enemy a sudden attack seemed like a surprise.

(End of this chapter)