New Gods of North America.

Chapter 438 Arrest
The chain on the door of the private clinic was kicked open, and the door was slammed inward with great force.
Wayne managed to dodge the opponent's attack, and then several people at the door rushed in, and more exorcists quickly gathered around.

After interacting with the exorcists in the church, it is easy to see that there are different types among them. Some are better at "beating people" and some are better at "beating ghosts".
But generally speaking, they are specialized in dealing with strange evil spirits and extraordinary people, rather than dealing with simple "gunmen", so when they face guys whose extraordinary abilities are closer to "guns", they are somewhat "on the wrong channel".

After Anton Zieger inside the door threw out another "spot of light", he quickly retreated to the depths of the private clinic. An exorcist next to Wayne blocked a "shot" for his companion and groaned. He was the first to lose a member of the team, but fortunately he didn't hit the traditional fatal parts.

No, buddy, you have to dodge bullets. How many times can a normal person block them?
If that doesn't work, you can just give him a hand...

Wayne didn't care too much at the moment, he drove the simple line vision and chased in, "bang bang" two shots, the sparks from the bullets chased the opponent's butt,

Sanders next to him and his follower who quickly joined him seemed to be more accustomed to such conflicts with "low-end gangsters". They had already pulled out their lever-action rifles from under their coats, ready to suppress the enemy with firepower.

After entering the door and taking a quick look, Wayne had a preliminary understanding of the map, so he signaled everyone to pay attention to guarding the periphery, especially to prevent people from jumping out of the window. There didn't need to be too many people actually entering the door, so as to avoid teammates hurting each other.

This is a private clinic converted from a street shop. It is not too big and usually sees patients from the public.

After entering the door, there is a reception area with a bench and a table next to it. It looks relatively spacious. Perhaps some preliminary treatment or simple trauma treatment will also be carried out here.

Further along the corridor is a relatively private treatment room with a bed. It seems that most of the area on the first floor of the clinic has been used up to this point. The remaining area is estimated to be the medicine room, utility room, stairs and the like.

Wayne had noticed in advance that the buildings where the shops were located were townhouses with back-to-back layouts on both sides. The location of this private clinic was not close to the edge, so it seemed that only the side facing the street was an exit.

There was also a person who looked like a doctor lying in the corner of the clinic. He looked cold to the touch. It didn't look like this was the "base" prepared by the other party in advance.
If this is a resting point chosen by the other party on a whim, there should not be a so-called "back door", so I remind the people behind not to squeeze in, so as to prevent the other party from jumping from the building and running away.

Following the other person's figure to the end of the corridor, Wayne took off his hat and threw it around the corner.
A "spot of light" flew over immediately afterwards, creating an abrupt "broken line" in the hat's falling trajectory in mid-air.

Wayne then half-crouched and "braked" and slid over, leaning half of his body out from the wall.
After finding the opponent's figure, he fired two more shots at the corner of the stairs.

After the opponent shot the "light spot" just now, he did not stay for a moment. It felt that the "continuous shooting performance" of this extraordinary ability might not be very good, at least not as fast as Wayne.
But the interval between the "light spots" was actually not long, and Wayne quickly imagined it as a special model of revolver with a much faster bullet speed, but other performance features felt generally similar.

Since it is a "firearm", there may also be the problem of "ammunition capacity"...

Wayne didn't have time to think too much. He bent down to pick up his hat and continued to chase towards the stairs. Before entering the stairwell, he threw the hat forward again. Sure enough, a "light spot" launched a "meteorite attack" from top to bottom.

Oh, little one,

Skilled game players have all crawled out of the mass grave of "stair killing". Your trick is already outdated.

Wayne tried his best to block the opponent's view and fired back "bang bang". Sanders, who came later, had his back turned and was walking backwards at the stairs with a lever rifle, firing "bang bang bang bang" at the top of the stairwell to suppress the enemy.

The "strange noise" that followed immediately snapped its fingers, and it seemed as if thunder roared on the ceiling. It took advantage of this opportunity to rush to the corner of the stairs at the "halfway point".
During this process, Wayne continued to move forward to fill the position. During this time, he swung the magazine, quickly shook out the shells, and replaced the demon hunting bullets into the gun.

The "group assault" that the detective agency had taught in the course before was probably the first time that it was put to the test in practice under Wayne's witness.
"Strange Sound" was guarding at the corner, Sanders and "Airflow" were moving forward in a staggered manner, and Wayne took the opportunity to fill in the position, looking quite capable.

and many more,

It is understandable that the exorcists did not rush to the front line at this time. After all, they are from "brother units" and their business directions are different.
But wasn't that follower right behind Sanders? Why is he slacking off now?
Wayne didn't have time to care about him at the moment. There was no one in the corridor on the second floor. There were three doors, two of which were closed and one was shut.

In theory, the layout of the second floor should be similar to that of the first floor. Wayne pricked up his ears and heard no movement from the street outside. He guessed that the other party should not have jumped off the building at this time. The streetscape in those days was not as neat as in later generations. Although this row of shops was close to each other, it was actually connected by several "buildings" side by side, with different floor heights.
This private clinic building appears to have three floors from the outside. The second floor has lights on, while the third floor looks pitch dark.

"Airflow" and "Strange Sound" cooperated with each other and used extraordinary abilities at the same time. Wind suddenly blew in a lighted room and a noise was heard. Sanders' gun also poked in from the door at the same time.

This place looks like the doctor's daily living room, which is closer to the so-called "living room", that is, the place where ordinary people usually meet guests and relax at home.
There was no one in the living room at this moment, but there were a lot of medicines, gauze bandages and other things piled on the small table next to the sofa. It seemed that the other party was recuperating here just now.

Wayne was the last one in the corridor, and the "airflow" and "strange noise" moved forward in an alternating manner under the cover of Sanders' gun. There was indeed no one in the living room at the moment, and the balcony outside was also empty.
Then the three of them took turns to check the next room, which, with the dim light from the street lamp outside the window, looked like a restaurant and kitchen.

Finally, the only room left on the second floor was the one with the door closed. This room corresponds to the utility room on the first floor. It should be a small room.
The strong man Sanders exerted his strength and hit the door lock hard, and a piece of the door panel was knocked off.

"Oh!"

"boom!"

"over there!"

As soon as the noise came from this side, Wayne turned his head and saw a figure jumping from the third floor to the stairs, then jumping over the railing of the stairs and jumping down again.

Wayne and the other party looked at each other in mid-air and then opened fire on each other.

The opponent was protecting his head and was difficult to aim at. Wayne chose to shoot his body while dodging the "light spot". An unknown agent next to him turned around and was shot again. The opponent continued to escape with the wound by inertia.

There should be several people on the first floor at this moment. The noise quickly increased. Gunshots, shouting, sounds of pain, and the sound of objects being smashed came one after another, interweaving into a chaotic mess.
"Airflow" and "strange noise" flew downstairs to chase after them, while Wayne ran towards the living room next door.

I rushed to the balcony railing and looked down.
Good guy,
What the hell is this firepower standard?

The guy was seen swinging his arms crossed, and with every swing of his five fingers, "spots of light" shot out from between his fingers. It was as if he was holding an extraordinary shotgun and killing everyone. At this moment, the formed "barrage" could almost be seen flying on the street.

Seeing that the other party was about to grab the reins from the carriage, Wayne was about to "raise his hand and shoot" reflexively.
Considering that witnesses are becoming increasingly scarce, we should try to interrogate all those who can survive before sending them to the gallows.
In a hurry, Wayne winked at Sanders who was following behind him and made a gesture. Then Wayne was quickly lifted up by Sanders, whose clothes were instantly tightened, with both hands, and was directly "thrown" at.

Hey, hey, hey, this posture is wrong!

Wayne originally wanted to make a cool "flying kick in the air" move to give the opponent "justice from heaven", but now he flew with his head in front and his abdomen facing down.

In mid-air, Wayne could only stretch his arms as far as possible, push the revolver to the front, and use a hard object as the "collision point" for impact.

People seemed to be unable to hear any sound when they were overloaded with acceleration. It seemed that Wayne had just adjusted his posture when he crashed into it.
Anton Sieg, who had just sat in the carriage, was knocked off the side of the carriage by Wayne before he could sit still. The two of them even slid on the road for a distance due to inertia until the man below hit his head on the lamppost.

In the houses on both sides of the street, many lights have been turned on because of the noise.
Wayne heard a little girl's baby voice asking from upstairs nearby, "Mommy, did you see that just now? Why was that person flying?"

Seeing that the guy under him had fainted but was still breathing, Wayne supported his body, which felt like it was about to fall apart, and quickly climbed up.
He held his head high to maintain his image, "Because I am Super Man!"

(End of this chapter)