You must know that the technological level of this world is almost lower than that of the previous life in the mid-19th century, or even higher!
At least steam engines and trains were available at the same time, but steam guns were a black technology that could not be used in the previous life, and there were also supernatural powers hidden in the shadows behind people's backs, so what kind of black technology could be developed like biochemical transformation?
Not surprising either.
Thinking of this, John tightened the backpack on his back and turned on his spiritual vision again to scan the four agents in black.
Because it was sewn in a hurry, there was no padding added, so the shoulder straps were a bit abrasive at this time.
Fortunately, the Sheriff's police uniform was also made of thick woolen material similar to that of later generations. It did not look cold in the early spring forest, but it did not cause any blood marks on his shoulders.
What John sewed was a flip-top canvas bag that was common in later generations, similar to a messenger bag, but made into a backpack shape. The front of the waterproof canvas was coated with a layer of gray glue, which is a by-product of the alchemy of this world. People
After discovering that it could be used to waterproof, some businesses produced rainproof canvas, raincoats and other items specially used to cover goods.
Just like in previous lives, there are no Chinese-specific plants such as lacquer and tung oil in the Western world. However, adventurers here have discovered plants in the New World that are similar to rubber in previous lives. The sap of this plant becomes a water-insoluble sap after drying.
The viscous solid becomes this kind of waterproof paint under the catalysis of alchemical chemicals.
Compared with the luggage of federal agents, John's backpack is undoubtedly very light equipment. The twenty pounds of supplies on his back are equivalent to more than ten kilograms in his previous life. This weight is nothing to John's physical fitness.
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The black-clothed agents each carried portable steam guns and supplies weighing dozens of pounds. Although walking through the forest was not very strenuous, it was still an exhausting act. On the contrary, Coulson and Gibbs were two
He went into battle lightly, with only his own gun, but there was sweat on his forehead.
After all, no matter how portable they are, they are not as compact and light as the gunpowder weapons in the previous life, because it is difficult to reduce the size of steam pressure equipment. Although the guns of these federal agents are half shorter than ordinary steam guns, they are still more than 80 centimeters in the previous life.
John glanced at it and thought it should be a newly developed model by the Federation, because when he was studying in Nuremberg, the smallest steam musket was close to one hundred centimeters. That was because the heat dissipation equipment could not be reduced.
Obviously, in just a few years, scientists there have now overcome this problem, and John couldn't help but admire the scientists of the White Eagle Federation.
However, in the absence of major breakthroughs in technological level, it is estimated that steam pressure equipment, which is the main body, cannot be further reduced in more than ten or twenty years, because both steam dynamics and mechanical manufacturing are still rough.
In the current situation, some of the newly invented steam mechanical creations of the Federation are all in the silly, dark and thick steampunk style.
Unless such equipment is used by dozens or hundreds of people, the six people in front of him are not a big threat to a swordsman like him who has extraordinary strength and keen sense. Especially when it is surrounded by green trees and vegetation.
in the forest terrain.
In the gap deep into the forest, the atmosphere between the two parties, each with its own thoughts, was relatively harmonious.
Agent Coulson and John, who was in the middle of the team, were chatting casually as they moved forward.
As for opening the way ahead?
John wouldn't do that dirty work. Anyway, there are many federal dark-skinned coolies who are not being used in vain, so why bother doing the hard work yourself?
Michael Colson suddenly asked:
"Chief John, why did you join our investigation team? You also know the dangers of this forest."
John's attitude changed drastically. First he absolutely didn't want to get involved and avoided the forest trip, and then suddenly he became impatient again. Although John didn't show it obviously, as a person who has received professional training and is good at observing words and expressions,
The federal agents, Coulson and Gibbs, can still tell.
Normal people would feel suspicious, let alone these federal agents who seem to be born with suspicion in everything they do.
When John heard this, he knew that the other party had already had such questions, so he explained perfunctorily:
"Since these people are handling cases under my supervision, as the current person in charge of public security in Rem Town, I must ensure their safety. Otherwise, if word gets out that a federal agent had an accident in Rem Town, the town council will also have to
Facing censure from the city government.”
After hearing this, Michael Colson shrugged noncommittally. The female agent Gilly Gibbs curled her lips, obviously not believing it.
But neither of them said anything. After looking at each other, they seemed to accept his explanation. Apparently they also had their own little thoughts.
Although what John said was very righteous, anyone with a discerning eye would know that it was just an excuse.
The two federal agents, who were highly intelligent in this era, just thought that this person was probably assigned by the above and wanted to monitor them, fearing that they would do something detrimental to Rem Town or the governments of the three western states.
But I didn't expect that the deputy police chief really had ulterior motives.
John didn't care at all and couldn't care about what they were thinking. He was now focused on catching that cunning spiritual beast and laying a perfect foundation for his extraordinary path.
While several people were talking, old Mark looked up and glanced somewhere in front, then coughed twice, and when John turned back, the two of them also looked at each other.
But it was Mark, as a senior hunter, who winked at John after seeing the mark he had left before.
Then, without the team being aware of it, they quietly changed their direction. The paths in the forest looked basically the same to ordinary people, which is why people who go deep into the forest get lost so easily.
Sure enough, these federal agents living in the city didn't notice anything wrong at all.
Although John didn't know much about how to navigate through this primitive forest, he could distinguish the approximate location based on the spiritual differences in the surrounding environment under his spiritual vision.
Combined with some modern wilderness survival knowledge, although it is impossible for him to enter the forest and be as familiar as his own home like old Mark, and it is easy to walk on flat ground, but he can at least find his way back.
Although bounty hunters are generally seen as unstable factors for public security in the eyes of local police officers, they will smile when needed and have a bad look at other times. But this time, Mark, who is a bounty hunter, and John, the deputy police chief,
But they cooperated very well.
Because both John and Mark are hostile to the Federal Police Investigation Division and are not on the same page at all. Although the saying that the enemy of the enemy is a friend is not absolute, it is reasonable and reasonable in the current situation, so they can secretly join forces in
It didn't surprise them all.
Then when passing through a certain area of messy grass and shrubs, Mark suddenly stopped the team. He carefully observed that place for a few breaths and said:
"Everyone, I found traces of a big guy. I think we may have been targeted by a wolf."