New Gods of North America.

Chapter 684 The Big Guy

Although both were "enlarged in size," the guy Wayne met tonight was slightly different from the "pus-filled giant kingfisher" or similar creatures he had encountered before.
It didn't grow rapidly; instead, a phantom first appeared, and then quickly materialized. Rather than "expanding," it was more like "putting on a shell."

The reason for the opponent's previous timid attitude seemed to have become clear; after growing larger, he seemed to immediately pull out a single-edged dagger from under his arm.

"boom!"

With a swift motion, Sanders kicked out, striking his opponent first. The opponent only swayed slightly, while Sanders himself was pushed away by the recoil.
The result wasn't too bad; at least it saved him from that blow.

The few remaining demon hunter bullets pierced the carriage window and struck the back of the man's hand holding the knife. They went in, but seemed utterly useless; the strike missed, and he simply raised the knife and continued to approach.
Wayne had tried to prevent Sanders from being slashed, but he also suspected that the bullets hadn't hit the person inside the casing at all, so he gripped the gun with both hands and fired a burst of shots at what should have been the person's head.

"Get in the car quickly!"

The normally well-trained horses began to move as soon as the other party transformed, causing the entire carriage to veer off course.
Sanders scrambled and jumped around, dodging two knives before finally leaping back to the driver's seat in front of the carriage. He then quickly grabbed the reins and swung them forcefully, urging the horse to accelerate.

The carriage had been moving the whole time, and Wayne had now smashed almost half of the windows on the exterior of the carriage.

Although the other party seemed completely unharmed, their movements were still affected after each shot, causing them to pause slightly.

Fortunately, this guy isn't the speed type, otherwise the carriage might not have been able to move.

As Wayne thought this, he turned and lifted the curtain of the carriage window, intending to check on the other party's condition.

This guy looks like he's the one who committed the crime with the Sailors Gang. Since they might encounter high-level Extraordinary beings recently, Wayne and Sanders already had a contingency plan: run if you can, only a fool would risk a head-on confrontation.

If a safe distance can be maintained, quickly set off two fireworks to signal for the main force.

If the enemy doesn't move, I won't move either; if the enemy tries to run, I'll follow from a distance.

The moment the curtain was lifted, a sharp knife smashed through the back window and flew straight at Wayne. Wayne quickly dodged in the opposite direction.

The aim of that thing was actually a bit off, so it probably wouldn't have mattered if he hadn't dodged it. But when Wayne saw the dagger whistle through the carriage and leave only the handle sticking out of the wall, he couldn't help but feel a lingering fear.

"Sanders, are you alright?"

Seeing that the other person had already put some distance between them, Wayne didn't stop what he was doing. He tucked his gun under his arm and began to set off fireworks inside the carriage.

After asking the question, Wayne noticed that the other person was empty-handed. He even stuck out his tongue and made a face. Not daring to stop him or approach him rashly, he could only use other methods to draw the other person's attention, lest the guy run away.

"I am fine."

Sanders' side acted even faster; a firework had already shot into the sky with a "save!"
The broken car window wasn't entirely without its advantages; Wayne reached out slightly, and a second firework shot up as well.

"Slow down! Let's take another look. This guy doesn't seem to have any ranged attack capabilities. Maybe we can stall for the others."

As soon as Wayne finished speaking, the big man with the white mask on his face pulled out another knife from under his arm. This time it wasn't a sharp knife, but a large cleaver about the length of an arm and the width of a hand.

What kind of extraordinary ability is this, having its own built-in arsenal?

"Go ahead and conjure up another horse if you dare!" Setting the pistol aside, Wayne pulled out a bolt-action rifle from under the seat. While the other man seemed to be frozen in place, Wayne took the opportunity to charge a larger Demon Hunter bullet.

When you feel it's about right, pull back the bolt, push it in, and with a "click," you're ready to aim.

Wayne had flown kites before in the West, so he was quite adept at it now.

Heh heh, I'm just bullying you guys with short arms.

At worst, I'll let you keep throwing knives.

The gun barrel protruded from the rear window of the carriage. Although there was almost no light in the remote area at night, and even the carriage needed to be lit by kerosene lamps, the big man was always particularly good at aiming. He was also wearing a white mask, so the faint moonlight was enough for him.

"Oh!"

His shoulder, pressed against the rifle butt, was pushed back slightly, and the muzzle flashed in the night. Then Wayne realized...
Where the hell are they?!

"Boss, be careful!"

The carriage braked suddenly, and the horses seemed to be rearing up and neighing. Luckily, they had slowed down in advance, otherwise Wayne estimated he might have flipped out of the back window.

Before he could ask for details, a large cleaver pierced through the wall of the carriage and slashed in. The carriage quickly accelerated and made a sharp turn on the deserted road, and it felt like the horses were trampling on the wild ground by the roadside. When the rear of the carriage turned around, Wayne saw that the big, dumb guy with the white mask had suddenly appeared nearby on the other side of the road.

What kind of freak is this? Isn't teleportation a bit too much?
Sanders dared not maintain a low speed any longer; the carriage quickly accelerated again, turning back towards the spot where they had just met this guy.

Wayne was a little worried that the other side could use the same trick again. While reloading his bullets, he shouted in the carriage, "Watch out, he might fly back again! This guy is not easy to deal with. Let's try to detour around here and avoid taking him to crowded places."

"Yes!"

The gun barrel was rested on the seatback, and Wayne's free hand was still rummaging for high explosives under the seat. After finding them, he placed them on the seat for later use.
This guy seems both strong and weak; I wonder what he's up to. Maybe he has some other extraordinary abilities.

"Oh!"

Another shot was fired, but this time the feel seemed even worse than before. At least the last shot seemed to have hit the person first, but this time it completely missed, and the bullet splattered sparks on the ground.

This time, Wayne was more experienced. He crouched down to prepare for an emergency stop, and quickly lit the fuse of the high explosive while half-kneeling and huddled in his seat.

As a result, Sanders didn't brake suddenly, but the roof of the carriage collapsed. Fortunately, Wayne reacted in time, dodging with his shoulder and suffering a slight loss, but before the other party could step on the point of leverage, he stuffed the things into the other party's arms in mid-air and then pushed the whole thing out of the carriage.

"Speed ​​up!"

As Wayne spoke, he touched the door frame, where the other person's hand was still gripping it. Wayne channeled his spiritual power into the frame, causing a section of the carriage wall to be blown off.

The big guy rolled backward onto Mars with his momentum, followed by a loud "thump."

(End of this chapter)