New Gods of North America.

Chapter 522 Beating
Some things are afraid of comparison. Compared with the group of "masked men" just now, these "oil-painted faces" obviously don't leave much room for survival.

"Poke! Poke! Poke!"

“Snap, snap, ding!”

The dart on Wayne's stomach hadn't been completely pulled out when several darts and small iron balls shot at him one after another.

Wayne was forced to dodge quickly, running sideways for a while, and finally taking advantage of the situation, he rolled on the grass by the roadside.

If you look at it from an abstract point of view, the picture is a bit like a licked lollipop that falls to the ground.
An object with a stick on it bounced a few times on the ground and rolled a short distance, leaving sticky marks along the way.

Then the "lollipop" finally pulled the "short stick" out completely and threw it aside.
He raised his voice to these people: "York Castallo! Give up resistance, Mr. Walter has betrayed you, you can't escape."

One of the "grease-painted faces" burst out laughing, "How ridiculous! You think..."

Hey, I really tricked out a fool.

It doesn't matter what you say, just come out and say it. Even if you are not the person who said it, at least you are an insider.

"Boom! Boom!"

Soon two more small iron balls came one after another. Wayne, who was half squatting on the grass, continued to roll and dodge. At this time, blood was no longer dripping from his body, but unfortunately the severe pain did not subside.

He found a temporary shelter and retreated, touched a broken flowerpot next to him with his left hand, then stuck his head out and fired continuously.

"Bang! Bang, bang, bang!"

Several people groaned in response, and some even fell down.

In fact, Wayne was not sure whether the object thrown by the other party was a "small iron ball", but the sound when it hit a hard object sounded like,

This group of people did not throw the objects directly with their hands, but used slings. Before launching, they put the objects in a small bag with a rope, and then spun it around like an electric fan. Their movements were very obvious.

The sound of this thing breaking through the wind sounds scarier than a javelin. I don't know if it has any other special effects, but the power when it hits the ground feels about the same as a bullet.

So Wayne named those "electric fans" first, and it would only matter if the fool was left at the end.

The reason why the slingshot was called "the most terrible weapon of the indigenous people" by the colonists back then was because its power was not much worse than the old-fashioned firearms of the time, and when used by experts, it even had an advantage in range.

However, things that will be eliminated on the battlefield must have shortcomings. "Shaking the electric fan" requires both time and space, the speed of continuous firing has a natural upper limit, and the positions must be dispersed, so the firepower cannot be very dense.

"Hurry up while he's changing bullets!"

The sounds of footsteps were approaching quickly, but before the people arrived, the breeze and mist came first.

Wayne stretched his head and took a quick look. The fog blurred the simple lines of the vision, and the resolution dropped significantly.

He picked a lucky guy who was closest to him with a battle axe and shot him.

"boom!"

After finishing the shot, Wayne threw the charged rotten flowerpot in his hand into the mist. It exploded with a "bang". He then climbed over the low wooden wall and ran into someone else's yard.

Humph, the soldiers are all stupid, and the generals are all stupid.
You can't even count, you deserve to be shot in the head.

But this time the bullets were really empty, and the group did not give Wayne much time to reload. Two "grease-painted faces" quickly jumped into the yard, and there was an even more sinister one who chopped the wooden wall with a tomahawk and chopped over.
Damn, you can also “see through”?
Wayne kept his hands moving. Before he ran away, he glanced at the crack in the wooden wall and memorized the oil paint pattern on the other person's face.

Competitors are enemies, so don’t blame your competitors for being ruthless later.

The aboriginal-style battle axe is considered a "light axe", which means it can be held in the hand and "chopped continuously".
Wayne was busy changing bullets and was chased like a rat in the yard by someone with an axe. While parkouring, even the outer wall of someone else's house was hit and a big hole was made. The outer pillar of a shed was even broken by an axe and collapsed.

Seeing that more and more reinforcements were coming over from the other side, someone a little further away had already raised his javelin and was ready to throw.

After Wayne changed the bullets, he freed his hands and said, "Hey, I turned back again."

My stomach still hurts. When I used my extraordinary ability just now, I felt something was resisting the healing of the wound.

The outside has barely grown, but it still seems to be "inside".

However, after landing again, Wayne had not run a few steps when he soon stopped laughing. Several people had already formed a loose circle outside. The fog was spreading and gradually becoming thicker. Several battle axes quickly climbed over the wall and followed. There was an ambush in front and pursuers behind. Some people had already inserted several small totem poles as long as elbows into the ground, which were shaking and twisting. No one knew what they were chanting.

So that’s what I’m saying, those who use “perspective cheats” should be banned.

There were about nine people left on the other side at this time. Since he couldn't take all the bullets with him, Wayne fired two shots, one to kill a man who raised a javelin, and the other to a man who was blocking his way.

Regardless of the use of those totems, just stay away from them to avoid being struck by lightning.

The encirclement followed Wayne's movement. The other side actually had a "formation". Several people were able to play a combination of "long-range and short-range". A dart and a small iron ball shot out from the thick fog one after another, temporarily blocking Wayne's way forward. Then two battle axes followed behind.
Wayne fired a shot on the left and a kick on the right. As soon as he turned the gun around, a small bloody totem pole flew over softly and stuck into the ground next to it. Then the surrounding grass with a diameter of about two yards shook violently and the leaves grew wildly.

The grass blades are not a big deal, at least they won't hurt you like "sharpening" does, but stepping on the "trampoline" unexpectedly does delay things a bit.
"boom!"

A bullet flew out, and the "painted-faced man" who was holding a battle-axe and about to chop over suddenly went limp and fell down.

"Bang! Bang!"

"Bang! Bang!"

Sporadic gunshots rang out all around. Two "electric fans" and a "tomahawk" a little further away were knocked offline. The guy doing the hip-hop dance was also entangled by the steel wires that exploded under his feet and fell to the ground.

Wayne dodged another tomahawk. Although he could no longer see the person clearly from a distance, he still pointed in the direction and shouted, "That 'Red Forehead Three-Bar Basketball Player', keep him alive!"

"I heard it."

"Yes, sir!"

With reinforcements coming in, the pressure was much relieved. At least for a while, not everyone was coming for me.
Although there was a guy with a battle axe who seemed to have bitten his tongue and spit out a piece of it, and activated "Frenzy", times have changed after all. A headshot won't kill him instantly, and two shots to the knee will do the same.
In the end, the battle axe thrown by Qiankun hit his chest, but it was only a fatal wound - at least not as painful as the previous dart... and the wound has not healed yet.

After I finished my work, the noises around me were no longer noisy.

The fog was a bit of a hindrance, but its function didn't seem to be offensive. Wayne scanned the battlefield and was about to see if there were any more Hummingbirds nearby. If they could still be saved, they would be left to be hanged.

His spiritual intuition suddenly "clicked", and Wayne turned his head and looked around, only to notice that there was another kind of "line" spreading in the thick fog. It was already so thick that it was a bit scary, a bit like a room full of dust. People who are busy inside for a long time don't notice it, but as soon as a beam of sunlight shines in, it is obvious that it is floating densely.

Looking in the direction where the "dust" was heaviest, the "street dancer" was now tightly entangled in wire and curled up on the ground. The direction was certainly wrong, but the posture was a bit like a student sitting on a chair in class, raising his hand to be called.

The "street dancer" was bleeding from all seven orifices, but he had a silent, slightly crazy smile on his face. The two looked at each other.

He thrust a bone stick or something into the ground and said, "Die!"

"There is danger! Evacuate!" Wayne and Lina, who was a little further away, shouted at the same time.

This is one of the highest priority orders set by the detective agency. It means that no matter what you are doing, it is always a good idea for anyone who hears to withdraw to a safe distance.
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a loud "boom" and a bolt of lightning struck from the sky into the thick fog, and the surroundings instantly became as bright as day.

Wayne had just flown a distance and turned over. His ears were still buzzing. He supported himself with his hands behind his waist and smelled the burnt smell. He swallowed guiltily.

No, I was just giving an example.

You really used thunder to strike...

What kind of black technology are these indigenous people?

"Are you all okay?" Wayne asked as he sat there.

"No problem. The guy you just mentioned is fine too. Hmm... he's still breathing, so he should be fine..."

"Safety!"

"Where's Liam?"

"I am here! It's just that what happened just now was a little scary... although not as scary as Miss Inissa and Miss Lina..."

"Um?!"

"No! I was just saying I'm a coward!"

(End of this chapter)