New Gods of North America

After Chris revealed his identity as a Beyonder, the black gas that came out of his body seemed to condense into a solid entity in an instant and shot towards the chest of the "slender ghost".

It was as if a spear was shot out from a fishing gun, the front end of the black gas was like a sharp spike with a barb, and behind it was a thin and continuous "exhaust gas" like dragging a chain or rope.

The faceless face of the Slender Man made an inaudible scream, which conveyed fear and surprise to everyone.

At the same time, its outline flashed, and the "rubber band" bounced, with the afterimage moving rapidly in the air, and then it was pulled back to its original place.

The black spike dragging the "rope" was not flying very fast.

Almost at the same time that Slender Man had just completed a failed "teleportation" and reappeared at the same place,

The black energy penetrated its body.

"Charlie, remember? I said we won't let the betrayer go."

Chris's movements were as fast as a ghost. As if the "rope" was pulled, he was dragged in front of the "slender ghost" by the black air.

Although the height difference between them was probably close to half of Chris's body height, because Chris was "pulled" over, his entire body was almost suspended in the air for a moment.

He even looks half a head taller than the "slender figure".

Wayne's gun was now aimed at the two people whose bodies were intertwined, but the finger that was pulling the trigger paused temporarily.

Although the identities and relationship between the two are still unclear, it is obvious that Chris is now dealing with the "slender figure".

Moreover, he seemed to be quite familiar with that "Thin Guy" Charlie, and looked very confident.

Under the premise of consistent goals,

Wayne chose to trust the level of professionals first and not create trouble for Chris for the time being.

Inissa and Lina seemed to think so too.

Inissa turned her gun towards the outside of the camp again, and fired a quick shot. She pulled the bolt and turned her head to pay attention to the movement here.

Lina was still playing the role of "Grenadier" at this time, but Peter seemed to be on his way back.

Mr. Daggett seemed eager to counterattack Slender Man, but the enemies on his side were attacking fiercely and he couldn't take care of them for a while.

Others were roughly the same. They either let it go because they saw that others did not issue warnings, or they were still busy with their own affairs and had no time to be distracted.

Then Wayne saw several fingers that were unusually sharp and long compared to normal people.

From behind the "thin ghost" there appeared a "pointy" or a small part.

From the angle, it looks like it's digging diagonally downwards from the collarbone. It doesn't look like it's damaging a flesh and blood body, but more like it's poking a "rag doll".

Those fingers have obviously become heterogeneous, and it is no problem to call them "claws".

Then he reached back with his sharp claws, and a transparent hole about the size of a grapefruit was dug out on the upper torso of the "slender ghost".

Chris' figure began to fall down, and at the same time he pulled the "Slender Man"'s chest.

The figure of the "Slender Man" then "plopped" to his knees, and his upper body fell forward, forming a "executed" death posture.

As Chris's right hand descended, it quickly shrank from a "sharp giant claw" that was disproportionate to his body to the shape of an ordinary human palm.

After landing, Chris noticed that Wayne was pointing a gun at him, and he glanced sideways.

He just raised his right hand and threw the thing in his hand casually:

"Well done. Charlie can sense our abilities and is afraid of our revenge. If he doesn't care about the cost, he can run a long way in one breath or fake his death and parasite. It will be troublesome for us to ensure his annihilation."

Wayne shrank to the side out of habit, and the thing fell to the ground next to Wayne and rolled a few times.

Chris blinked a little:

"That's a reward for you. Charlie and I are from the same origin. For us, there is a restriction of 'devouring each other', but it does not prevent others from using it. Or according to my guess, you can take it to the church in exchange for contribution."

As Chris was speaking, a stream of black air came out of his body and shot towards a wooden stake used to build a shed in the camp.

The black gas pulled quickly, causing the shed to shake. Chris left the ground with inertia and actually floated a little higher than the shed.

Then another stream of black gas shot out, this time crossing the stream and pulling Chris to the other side.

The whole process was smooth and looked quite handsome.

From the time Chris poured the "asphalt" at Slender Man's feet to the time he left, it probably took just over a minute.

Or maybe not even that, for part of the time he was talking and moving around non-stop, as if he was about to be late for work.

Wayne admired it for a moment, then quickly responded:

"Hey! Chris, can't you help us clean up the enemies before leaving?!"

Chris' figure was dragged diagonally toward the ground on the other side, without even turning his head, but he seemed to be taking off something like a mask from his face:

"That's your problem. And, my name is Abel Sanders."

Wayne wanted to continue talking, but at this moment, the gangsters in front of him seemed to have just finished reloading, and their firepower suddenly intensified, hitting him with a "bang bang bang" sound.

Wayne had no choice but to put down his revolver and switch back to the lever rifle to continue dealing with the approaching attackers.

The big spider Peter now sneaked near Wayne, carrying the thing that "Chris" had just thrown over and found a place to hide.

Inissa's main attention was still on the periphery. At this time, she gave a prompt:

"Some of the attackers are still attacking, but some are already retreating. Some of them are running very fast."

Wayne thought for a moment and then shouted, "'Thin' Charlie is dead!"

He continued to shoot as he shouted, and gradually the others in the camp began to follow his example, shouting at the same time as they fought back.

"'Skinny' Charlie is dead!"

At the beginning, the sound was a bit scattered, but after several rounds of integration, it gradually became uniform, a bit like shouting it as a slogan to cheer.

Maybe this slogan was effective, or maybe it was simply because some people on the other side withdrew and delayed the offensive.

Anyway, the attackers' encirclement went from "gradually shrinking" to "stalemate", and then "gaps" appeared one after another.

Bounty hunters have a keen sense of smell in some aspects. After seeing each other's blood, their tempers also rose.

Some horses that had been pulled and lying obediently in the camp were now driven to stand up. After some people rode on them to stretch their muscles a little, they gradually accelerated and began to chase.

After all, this is a mountainous terrain, and Wayne may not be able to take care of the people from other teams.

But most of the agents knew when to stop and did not run too far away. When they came back, they would collect the bodies or pick up other people's unwanted guns.

The hustle and bustle of the scene gradually faded away, leaving only the plain and boring cleaning of the battlefield.

There were nineteen attackers left at the scene, most of whom died in the gunfight or could not run far on foot. Only three horses were brought back.

There were actually slightly more guns and bullets than usual. Several people had more than one lever-action rifle, and some were wild. There were still not many pistols, with only about half of the people carrying one.

Look at the wanted poster and search him briefly.

Including the head and the property, excluding that "Thin" Charlie, the total value is estimated to be around 1,000 US dollars.

After searching a little upstream, we found a temporary campsite.

There was a whole barrel of cheap wine and a dozen bottles of slightly better wine, as well as some dried meat and hard bread, probably reserved for the celebration.

We also found a lot of small boats, some of which could only be called "rafts", while the others were slightly better, but none of them were worth much.

Theoretically, the "Thin Gang" should have a stable or something like that in the forest, probably near the place where they went to the cave to transfer to the boat.

However, more than half of them had already run and were familiar with the route. It was estimated that many people were concerned about the horses, so it was unlikely that they could catch up.

When we returned to the camp, the sky was already beginning to brighten.

After taking stock of the status of our own personnel, five were killed, one escaped, and several others needed to be bandaged and recuperated.

Aside from the peripheral member who was "taken away" earlier, no one from the detective agency was killed last night. One trainee detective and one peripheral member probably need to be healed for a while, but the rest of the injured are fine.

Mr. Daggett's team lost two people, but there were professional medical personnel among their members. They were responsible for the bandaging and treatment. Otherwise, the number of casualties might have been even higher just due to blood loss.

It seems that Chris's team is the worst off. Not only did the leader run away, but they also suffered the heaviest casualties.

After chatting for a while, I was glad that "Chris" didn't leave too much of a mess.

At least the members of their team are really wild bounty hunters who are willing to voluntarily participate in the operation to eliminate the "Skinny Gang", and they are not deceived by him.

After revealing each other's cards as fellow Extraordinary Beings,

"Mr. Daggett" is not a complete fake. In other words, it was actually this Mr. Daggett who helped the small town to overcome several "tough problems" before.

"My cousin may be stubborn and unsympathetic, but his feelings about maintaining the safety of the town are not false. Part of his strength is to maintain a relatively 'powerful' image."

Wayne just thought that these townspeople really knew how to have fun. "So before he died, you two had been playing the same role?"

Mr. Daggett shook his head.

"It's him most of the time, and I just come to help occasionally. After all, it's not easy to have a safe place in Virginia that's not too remote.

"It was because he suddenly disappeared this time that I brought people back to the town. In fact, before you reported the case, we were still looking for his whereabouts."

Wayne was a little confused. "You guys identified the murderer as the 'Skinny Gang' so quickly?"

Mr. Daggett seemed even more confused: "To seek revenge on a wanted gang, do you need evidence? Isn't it enough to just clear out all the suspected wanted criminals?"

Hmm...

From this perspective, you guys look like a family.