New Gods of North America

Wayne slept until most of the night. When he was about to go back to bed in the second half of the night, he suddenly remembered that he had not done any homework in the past two days.

So he quickly got up and worked hard, and finally finished the homework that had to be handed in that day at dawn.

At noon, Doug, who was thought to have returned to the detective agency last night, finally came to deliver food.

Chef Parker made freshly baked baguettes into hot dogs with vegetable leaves and sausages. It tasted okay at the moment, but if it was left overnight, I'm afraid it would be used to hit people.

Doug looked a little guilty now:

"Sir, Tom Hagen did not give any reply after reading your letter yesterday. Sangers and I waited in the cathedral until midnight, and in the end he just told us that we could come back."

"When did he read the letter?" Wayne asked.

Doug replied, "It was probably in the evening. I met him at the cathedral and gave him the letter. He opened it and read it right there."

Wayne nodded, "I see, you did a good job."

It's good to have such a result.

Wayne said in the letter that the detective agency planned to temporarily detain the captured Peter to continue digging for clues about the Life School in George Berg.

This is almost like a knight-errant writing a letter to the Six Gates, saying that he has caught a murderer, but does not want to send the person to the local government office for the time being, and instead plans to keep him for himself to get to the bottom of the matter.

Tom Hagen read the letter in the evening and called Doug back at midnight. He probably asked Bishop Corleone privately.

The bishop did not let Tom Hagen scold the people sent by Wayne, but instead chose to pretend that he "didn't hear" it, which made his attitude clear.

It is equivalent to that if you defeat Sun Wukong, then the journey to obtain the scriptures will be blocked.

But if you can't win, then it's the little goblin who came to the earth secretly and is causing trouble. Just prepare to be punished.

Miss Olivia also saw the detective agency's carriage near the teaching building. After saying something to her companions, she quietly came over.

After Wayne invited her into the carriage, he casually asked her, "Have you eaten?" and pointed to the hot dog on the plate, indicating that she could also try it.

"Willy should also bring the same food to Miss Lina today. I can eat it when I get back to the dormitory."

Miss Olivia obviously wasn't here for free. After Doug left, she looked at Wayne and asked, "Yesterday I went to the college church to see Reverend Pycelle. Guess what he asked me?"

Then guess, can I guess it?

Wayne thought for a moment, then began to think honestly, "Is he asking about my relationship with your family, or my relationship with Ian?"

Miss Olivia raised her eyebrows slightly, then nodded, "Indeed, I said that we had only met you at a dance before, and Ian thought you were pretty good, so he visited your detective agency once."

This is not hard to guess.

At the current stage, everyone is "pulling blocks" and "stuffing nails" for each other.

"Did he ask anything else?" Wayne asked.

Miss Olivia shook her head. "Perhaps he was worried that I would get suspicious, so he mixed this question with some questions about my life, pretending to be casual. I think the other questions were normal, just like caring about ordinary believers in the parish. And he didn't let me drink the potion that you and Miss Inessa had told me to drink."

"Where in the church did you have this conversation?"

"It should be considered the inner reception room of the church. It is not far from Pastor Pycelle's office, but it is not the room next to the prayer hall where the pastor usually counsels believers."

Wayne suddenly thought of a backup plan.

If the Beyonders who were called there were all chatting there, then the place where the potions were stored might not be far away?

"I haven't had the chance to visit the college church yet. Could you please draw a diagram of the interior structure?"

Wayne saw Miss Olivia was about to take out a notebook from the book in her arms, and waved his hand, "There's no need to draw in the carriage. When you're done, give it to Inissa or Lina, and I'll be able to see it then."

"Oh..." Miss Olivia pouted, "Gladys and Mary are still waiting for me over there. I'll go back first."

"Bye-Bye."

"By the way," Miss Olivia seemed to remember something before getting off the carriage, "Mary still thinks there is a monster in your detective agency. You should thank me for helping you dispel the suspicion."

Wayne thought about it and handed over a hot dog he had just picked up. "If you don't mind... I can take this as a thank you gift."

Miss Olivia made a face at Wayne, then trotted back to her companions.

…

After confirming that the other Peter could be left behind temporarily,

In the evening, before it got completely dark, the "arena" a little way outside the detective agency's courtyard became lively.

"Mr. Wayne, I've already said that I will never run away without your permission... You don't have to test me again, right?"

Peter was standing in the center of the "infield" of the arena at this time, and said with a slightly flattering expression on his face.

On a commanding point outside the field,

Inissa, who was still staying at home, was holding her bolt-action rifle and studying the incomplete floor plan of the interior of the college church with Lina, who had finished class on time, trying to complete it roughly based on speculation.

"This is not a test." Wayne stood opposite Peter, holding a revolver loaded with demon hunting bullets. "You are now a specially invited evaluator of our detective agency. We can just use you as a strong benchmark to test everyone's practical level."

Peter looked down at the bandage on his shoulder, feeling a little guilty, "It has been proven that the special bullets in your gun can indeed penetrate my 'armor'..."

This is your own misunderstanding.

The person who broke through your "armor" was actually Inissa...

Wayne didn't explain to him any further, "This time is different, I'll just do a simple test first, and then let other agents fight you. Don't worry, I won't aim at your vital points, and they won't use weapons afterwards."

"I think this kind of test is meaningless, why not..."

While Peter was still struggling, Wayne had already raised his revolver silently.

"five."

"Mr. Wayne, I think we can try some safer testing methods."

"Four."

"Mr. Wayne, why don't you get a little closer, in case you miss..."

"Three, two, one!"

"Bang--"

"clang!"

Peter rolled on the ground, and the demon-hunting bullet was deflected by the keratinized hard shell as expected.

This time under more obvious lighting conditions, it is clear that Peter's extraordinary ability is more appropriately called "armorization". He is completely covered in a pitch-black shell with small spikes on the joints. In the Middle Ages, he would probably be called the "Dark Knight" or something like that.

Peter raised his eyebrows and looked around secretly, wondering what he was thinking.

Then Wayne threw away the magazine of his revolver and held the bullet of a demon hunting bullet in his hand to warn him:

"Don't move this time, you might really get hurt."

Peter raised his hands decisively and stood still.

Then there was a "bang" of gunfire, followed by a "clang" of external sound, and Wayne seized the right moment to "detonate".

"Bang!" The demon hunting bullet exploded before it could travel far away.

The warhead of the demon hunting bullet is not made of metal, and looks a bit like obsidian.

The solid metal bullet of an ordinary bullet will not be shattered by Wayne's extraordinary ability, but will be violently shaken once, and then may be forced to deform.

After the warhead of the demon hunting bullet was shattered, the explosive force flattened a part of Peter's armor with small spikes, and some fragments were nailed into the armor.

"ah--"

Peter rolled on the ground, holding his armor, and yelled.

Wayne leaned over to take a look. One shot had used up 20% of his spiritual power. It was indeed useful, but judging by the depth of the fragments, it seemed that it still failed to break the skin.

Hmm...

You can't just risk all your spiritual power on one bullet when you're fighting for your life, right?

Wayne thought for a moment and held down Peter, who was rolling on the ground.

He pinched the small spike protruding from his other arm and tried to inject about 20% of his spiritual power into it as well.

When doing experiments, controlling variables is a basic operation.

This guy's armor is so strong, he shouldn't be hurt.

It is said to be 20%, but when you inject spiritual power into something made by others using extraordinary abilities, you will encounter great "resistance".

Wayne finally injected about 20% of his spiritual power, but the actual amount consumed was estimated to be 30%.

Before, this level was enough to blow big holes in the tree.

"Buzz——" the ground shook,

Peter's "armor" did not explode this time. Then cracks spread, and then the whole armor suddenly collapsed, breaking into small black particles, and then "evaporating" and dissipating.

Evaporation and dissipation is a normal phenomenon after Peter removes his "armor".

However, when Peter saw that his "armor" was forced to be removed, he was really scared. He screamed and crawled backwards on the ground using his hands and feet, wishing he could get away from Wayne as soon as possible.

Although it’s not quite what I imagined, the power feels pretty good…

Wayne walked over in a good mood and stretched out his hand to Peter, "The experiment is over, come on, stand up."

"No, no, no." Peter leaned back on the ground, not daring to stretch out his hands. He smiled in shock, "Mr. Wayne, if there is no armor to protect my hands, they can't withstand your extraordinary abilities..."

"Then stand up on your own. I won't blow you up. You can compete with other agents later."

"No, no, no, I'm very fragile. I'm afraid I can't test anyone else anymore."

"..." Wayne was silent for a while, "Stand up!"

"Yes!" Cowardly Peter jumped up from the ground almost immediately.

Wayne glanced toward the outfield and said, "Swamp, you go first."

"Okay." A member walked into the venue eager to try.

As soon as Wayne finished speaking, he couldn't help but hold his forehead. How come I'm being called a nickname...