New Gods of North America

After the court session ended,

Wayne observed for a few more days.

To say there was absolutely no change would be self-deception.

After all, the local newspapers now had reports almost daily, some explicitly mentioning the detective agency's lawsuit, others subtly alluding to various civilian violent organizations.

Even though the plaintiff had withdrawn the lawsuit, they kept harping on about "coercion case," "coercion case," which was annoying.

Wayne roughly estimated the cost based on his previous price for buying newspaper space and felt that someone was quite willing to spend money.

Originally, Wayne was a somewhat popular figure in the academy. When he appeared in popular spots like near the teaching buildings, many students, either familiar or not, would greet him.

However, when Wayne took Emma to math class on Monday after a long absence, some students' reactions were noticeably different.

They would "see him but pretend not to," and then silently turn their gazes away.

If Wayne had been a bit more enthusiastic in the past, they might have forced a smile.

In addition, Wayne saw Doug secretly buying some plasters for treating bruises and sprains.

After asking a few questions, he learned that Doug would regularly distribute food or candy to some children living on the streets. Recently, some children who spoke up for the detective agency had been beaten.

Doug and Conner had helped to teach those street thugs a lesson and reminded the children not to argue with people on this matter.

However, it was difficult to trace who was behind it. Even if they were sent to the police station, they would basically be sentenced to community service.

Fortunately, some acquaintances treated Wayne or the detective agency the same as before.

David Mills and Bill Tench forced their way in for a meal to show their support. Miss Ovelia still came regularly to give Ineesha a "checkup." The landlord even made a special trip to visit the detective agency.

The guys in the dormitory who were still recovering from their injuries cursed after seeing the newspaper, saying that the news industry was completely hopeless and that they would make those reporters call Wayne "Daddy" sooner or later.

Fortunately, Mr. Russell did not send a letter requesting the termination of the security contract, and Miss Mary's brother, who liked to study technology, even wrote to urge Wayne to test new samples.

Professor Maisel was the most noticeably changed among the acquaintances.

He doubled Wayne and Emma's homework load…

Overall,

Not good, but not that bad either.

Wayne felt that he should be considered a relatively traditional Hua Xia person at heart, his thoughts always fluctuating between "just bear with it" and "no, I'm going to go and eradicate them."

However, Wayne was basically still in a relatively calm state, simply wanting to wait for his people to return and then collect some extraordinary materials from the School of Life.

Then, on this Saturday evening, he didn't expect the other party to pull off another big stunt for the detective agency.

Because the more "prime" sniping positions near the detective agency had been preliminarily cleared, such as some large trees inexplicably falling over and some slopes inexplicably having their weeds wither suddenly,

the attacking group this time was pretty much "head-on." A bunch of people suddenly flipped over the courtyard wall from several directions at the same time, probably with the intention of "attacking and retreating quickly."

The owl's warning this time was relatively timely. Doug, who was on night duty, quickly fired a warning shot.

Although they had broken into the small courtyard, the others came out to support very quickly.

After a burst of "ping ping bang bang" plus a "boom——" of commotion,

a detached small wooden house in the detective agency was blown down, Doug was injured, and of the nine people on the other side, only one ran away, the rest were either dead or injured.

Conner didn't know who he had learned it from, but he patted the head of a prisoner, telling him to lie next to the corpse of an accomplice that had been dragged into the small courtyard.

His lines were also strange: "Cry? Crying counts as time too!"

It is worth mentioning that the prisoner named Liam, after his injuries gradually improved, didn't know if he had Stockholm syndrome or if Doug was indeed talented in recruiting team members,

He calculated his previous average income and the detective agency's investigator income, and didn't know what rumors he had heard, but he actually started thinking about "abandoning darkness and turning to the light."

Wayne felt that his attitude of reform was still good, so he left some of his hair and nails as a measure for Lina "just in case," and then let him enjoy the same treatment as Cowardly Peter.

His performance tonight was not bad. Not only did he tenaciously take down an enemy despite his disability, but he also watched very regretfully as Cowardly Peter finally flipped back over the courtyard wall. If he had been a little later, he could have shot someone.

——According to him, one enemy plus one Cowardly Peter, two extraordinary materials could be exchanged for his "ticket."

Things were still uneventful until this point.

Then Wayne realized that the small wooden house that had been blown down was actually Emma's room.

The little loli was theoretically immune to gunshot wounds, but shattering "explosions" were not necessarily certain.

And he hadn't heard a sound for so long, not even a cry for help or a sob…

Terrible…

If one wanted to be sentimental,

at this time, there would probably be a desolate and slow background music playing,

and then Wayne would shout a slow-motion "Em——ma——,"

the slow motion would follow his figure across the scene, and then he would only see a figure frantically rummaging in the ruins.

But in reality,

Wayne only felt as if there was a ringing in his head, and it suddenly "buzzed——,"

as if something had snapped, instantly blocking out other sounds.

He walked over and lifted a few pieces of wooden wall wreckage to take a look,

a pile of large and small pieces of flesh, like slugs, were stubbornly crawling towards the same location,

Wayne couldn't help but scratch his head,

I must have absorbed too many extraordinary materials and have gone a little crazy…

How is it that I feel a little warm when I look at such a tragic scene…

Wayne squatted down and picked up a small wooden stick, poking one of the more lively-looking pieces of flesh next to him:

"It's good that Emma you didn't die…

"Otherwise, Damon McCreedy, who entrusted you to me, would probably die with regrets… Lina would probably be furious too…"

"Although I was indeed captured, I'm not actually dead yet…"

Huh?

Wayne turned his head and saw Damon McCreedy's head suddenly appearing next to him.

He was almost scared out of his wits.

This guy was still hunching his back, sticking his head out to probe forward, and taking a closer look,

the proportions of his arms on both sides were completely inhuman, one of them had swelled up thicker than his head, like a fiddler crab, and one could tell at a glance which was the "major claw" and which was the "minor claw."

Looking back a little,

a string of investigators had already joined the team, helping to gather the prisoners.

Sanders, who looked the most macho, threw the thug who seemed to have just run away from the small courtyard onto the open space next to him, letting the guy consciously lie down in a row with his dead or not-dead accomplices.

Lina next to Sanders noticed Wayne's gaze,

casually waved the hair by her ear, revealing a bright smile, "How is it, do you miss me?"