New Gods of North America

Compared to the previous two groups, this time the people sent by the other side seem to be more powerful.

Otherwise, they wouldn't dare to intercept a four-carriage team with just three small fries.

Wayne's side doesn't have the detective agency's "all-star lineup."

Ineesha and Damon McReady, whose appearance affects the city's aesthetics, are holding down the fort at the base, taking care of Emma, Seth, and the prisoners, etc.

Leena even took Conner and an agent to take shifts staking out the target, to prevent them from escaping and to screen potential duel opponents.

Their sides have fewer people, so there's no need to consider keeping prisoners; just preserve strength or bring back extraordinary materials.

Now that the main force is on Wayne's side, they will try to arrest as many as possible, preferably sending the enemies to the gallows one by one before picking up extraordinary materials.

The trial process is quite troublesome, but besides preventing the enemy's blood from splashing on their faces, more importantly, it allows more people to "see."

If that doesn't work, they can only try to "run back" or "take it back."

The agents who participated in the Georgia trip are reacting more efficiently this time.

Without Wayne's command, seeing three people riding horses side by side blocking the road in the distance, the carriages quietly and automatically changed formation, shrinking the spacing and roughly forming a "soil" character shape.

Leading the way is the carriage Wayne is in, with the one containing cash, Willie, and head chef Parker sandwiched in the middle.

However, entrusting the main force to Leena also has its drawbacks.

Sanders finished commanding the initial response and knocked on the carriage partition, reporting the situation from the coachman's seat outside:

"Boss, they haven't opened fire. Do we stop or push through?

Currently, our left flank is 'Swamp,' 'Whale Oil,' and 'Airflow,' the right flank is 'Shock,' 'Chameleon,' and 'Sharpen,' and the belly is 'Judgment,' 'Chef,' and 'Strange Noise.'

If we want to pass by staggering, it might be safer to approach them with the right flank to prevent a sudden attack."

Good heavens,

Everyone has been "nicknamed."

Wayne's efforts to get everyone to call each other by name have been completely in vain.

Actually, it's not incomprehensible.

In emergencies, sometimes it's more intuitive to call out the extraordinary ability's name; teammates can roughly anticipate how to cooperate next just by hearing the name and on-the-spot arrangement, simple and clear.

Alright, it's not a big deal,

Whatever makes you happy...

Wayne signaled the convoy to stay vigilant and press on at the current speed; if the other side intends to attack, they need to ensure the first shot goes off first.

But Wayne couldn't help but be curious, "Willie and an agent are with Parker, right? 'Strange Noise' is easy to understand, but why is Willie 'Judgment'?"

Sanders was gesturing outside the carriage while answering:

"Willie is one of the detective agency's first three members; we thought it would be better to sound a little different. Their nicknames aren't entirely tied to extraordinary abilities. For example, Mr. Doug is 'Butler.'"

Doug, sitting across from Wayne in the carriage, didn't seem to expect to be assigned a nickname.

But he didn't seem to resist the nickname very much.

On the contrary, he seemed a little happy?

At this time, the distance between the two sides was within the effective range of a lever-action rifle.

Wayne took the bolt-action rifle in his hand, opened the simple-line vision, and observed the surrounding environment.

He continued to ask, "What are Ineesha's and Leena's nicknames?"

Sanders also took out his weapon from under the seat outside, and the sound indicated that the bullet was loaded:

"The partners originally didn't have nicknames. Miss Leena said that Miss Ineesha is Miss Ineesha and doesn't need another nickname. Everyone thought that Mr. Wayne should have an honorific, so they chose between 'Boss' and 'Master.'"

Um...

Wayne was a little speechless.

Sanders continued to add outside, "Miss Leena chose in the end. She said she's never seen you whip people, and guessed that 'Northerners' might prefer 'Boss' to the Southern aristocratic 'Master.' Of course, if the boss wants, we can switch back."

No need!

I thank you.

Getting a little closer, Wayne quickly noticed something unusual on the road.

He signaled Sanders to notify the agents to prepare in advance; the team stopped abruptly about fifty yards away from the target, and they might engage in a firefight soon.

As Wayne's leading carriage reached the designated position, Sanders decisively pulled the reins.

Slightly different from usual, the carriages were basically configured as "three-drive vehicles" this time, with sufficient power but more troublesome brakes.

Amidst the horses' neighing, a circular area about ten yards in diameter in front of the road seemed to be suddenly bombarded.

As if an invisible iron ball had suddenly smashed down from a high place, without a loud noise or dust, the compacted road surface immediately showed a depression and cracks.

The edge of the affected area was within two yards of Wayne's two carriages.

The stopped horses also seemed to feel the power of the extraordinary force and almost jumped up after stopping.

Damn it,

I thought it would be a sudden "Swamp" or an instantly raised "Big Net," but it was more terrifying than directly burying a high explosive.

"Bang!"

"Bang bang bang bang!"

Almost at the same time as the anomaly occurred, Wayne fired his gun from the specially dug aiming window in the box carriage, followed by a series of gunshots from the detective agency's side.

The leading guy among the three on the other side was directly hit.

But the other party did not fall to the ground but, like a balloon being broken, with a "poof," a thick black mist quickly spread out like an octopus spitting ink.

These black mists quickly spread, forming a "black mist area" at least ten yards in diameter, and then stopped spreading, maintaining a "thick as ink" state, completely swallowing the light from the kerosene lamps hanging on the other party's horses.

Then the entire black mist began to drift towards the carriage team.

At this time, the straight-line distance between the two sides was about fifty yards. The detective agency had been guarding against the other side's attack these days, so naturally, there were some preliminary contingency plans.

The carriages quickly turned around, and some agents successively boarded the horses from the carriages, and the "three-drive vehicles" that completed the turn gradually became a configuration of "one carriage" plus "two riders."

The carriages tried to maintain their formation and retreat, while the riders rode their horses and turned to the outside of the "black mist" range, keeping their distance and running in a "circle."

Wayne's box carriage was the most cumbersome at this time.

After the carriage turned to the side and stopped, the people in the carriage could get out of the car door and mount their horses.

Picking up the weapons, mounting the horses, and releasing the connecting ropes, the box carriage was temporarily abandoned, and the benefit was that there were three more riders directly.

The black mist approached to within thirty yards.

The other party's horses had fallen or run away in the previous burst of shooting, but the figures still seemed to be hiding in the gradually approaching black mist.

Wayne whistled here, "Everyone pay attention to safety, go all out!"

Responding to Wayne,

Was the echoing sound that seemed to sound at the same time from far and near:

"Aye! Boss!"

Leena, how many messy things did you teach them...