New Gods of North America

It turns out that men who are blinded by love are unreliable.

After a chaotic brawl, the bar's on-site manager came out to apologize to Mr. Moliere, offered a free tab, and even had a waitress apologize to the guest.

The waitress, after telling Lina to be "careful of scammers," stormed off to cool down in the bar's work area.

In the end, Wayne played the peacemaker, tipping the bar manager and apologizing for causing the trouble, asking him not to blame the waitress too much.

He even won Mr. Moliere's favor by offering Lina a few words of comfort.

So, Wayne and Lina worked together, and after a couple of drinks,

they basically pinpointed the cargo order that the assassin's action group had targeted.

In fact, some of the inferences relied mainly on logic and evidence chains.

In this day and age, ocean shipping from the New World to the Old World, no matter how fast, still takes months.

To allow cargo owners to accurately understand the transportation situation, many shipping route details are public.

The detective agency naturally sent agents to collect information when investigating key orders.

In addition, the detective agency knew the period when the assassin named Karl infiltrated the trading company, the delivery details of key orders, the time Mr. Moliere last met with the assassin in private, and that the goods were likely shipped to Franc.

They also heard Mr. Moliere mention that he had been unlucky for a while, with some "small problems" in his business.

Adding these conditions together and filtering by the involved shipping time and routes, Ineisha quickly found the only solution in her mind.

Now that the key order has been identified, the next step is to investigate the warehousing and transportation situation of the goods.

The assassin's group is not from the American intelligence agency, so the number of members probably isn't very large, and their actions are limited.

If they want to tamper with the goods, their opportunities will be limited.

Focus on checking the involved freight warehouses to see if there were any "temporary workers" who suddenly joined or left during that time; there should be a harvest in most cases.

As for this Mr. Moliere, he is not the detective agency's target.

Although he looks more like a so-called "middleman" or "frontman," and probably isn't a professional spy, Wayne is still hesitant about whether to sell him to Mr. Walter, the anti-espionage boss who actually manages the state's postal system, as a gift to a state dignitary.

They had gathered enough information, but this guy was unwilling to reveal the specific problems with the key order.

However, Wayne already knew that the goods were hemostatic drugs and bandages for external injuries, and guessed that they had been "doctored."

He didn't know which Franc's troops had suffered a loss.

Since they couldn't extract much new useful information from this guy, there seemed to be no need to forcibly take him back for interrogation.

They quickly prepared to retreat; it would be better to go back and sleep for two more hours than to continue drinking and chatting with him.

It's just that this guy's alcohol tolerance is not good; he started to feel weak in the legs after drinking so little.

Wayne was kind-hearted; even if he really sold him out later, he couldn't just leave him in the bar, lest the waitress see him and give him two kicks or a stab.

That would be a waste of such a chivalrous woman.

Therefore, Wayne helped him to the alley next to the bar and called his coachman to pick him up.

…

Putting a drunkard into the carriage involves three steps:

First, open the carriage door, then help the drunkard in, and then… then Wayne saw a dark gun muzzle pointed at his face.

The drunkenness on Mr. Moliere's face instantly disappeared.

He shook the muzzle slightly, signaling Wayne to also get into the carriage:

"Who are you people? You know too much about me, and tonight's events are very strange. This can't be a coincidence, and I don't believe you're a newspaper reporter."

Ah, this…

Ineisha and Lina are not far away, and there are agents in the two carriages; are you sure you really want to do this?

Although the feeling of being headshot is indeed quite damaging in my memory…

Under the gun muzzle, Wayne obediently sat in the carriage and cooperatively closed the door, trying to avoid being directly headshot even if he had to fight, otherwise it would be too embarrassing for the detective agency's "BOSS."

Faced with the question, he chose to tell half the truth, as it would seem the most natural:

"Okay, I'm actually a private detective. Someone arranged for me to investigate you, believing that there was a problem with the cargo order you signed with a trading company, and hoping I could figure out some of the details."

The gun muzzle shook again, "Who? What situation?"

"The warehousing, transportation, and custody of the goods during the process. As for who the other party is, I'm sorry, according to professional ethics, I can't disclose client information," Wayne replied.

Mr. Moliere thought for a moment, "Did Jean arrange for you to come?"

Wayne told the truth, "I don't know anyone named Jean."

"Very good," Mr. Moliere nodded slightly, "I don't know him either."

With the other party's meddling, Wayne withdrew his previous opinion; this guy didn't seem like a clean "frontman" anymore.

His spiritual intuition didn't give any warning; he didn't know if he was a transcendent, and if they fought, he didn't know if he could withstand an explosion.

But if the other party was really a professional agent, then the act he had just put on seemed a bit clownish.

Moreover, even Ineisha and Lina were dragged in, which meant several of the detective agency's combat forces had revealed themselves in front of him, and he felt like he had lost the initiative.

Wayne was speculating about the other party's actual combat power and trying to find an opportunity to deflect his gun muzzle, but unexpectedly, this guy put away his pistol himself:

"Go back and tell the person who hired you that not everyone can be provoked.

"Considering that you spoke up for me in front of Hysteria just now, I'll let you go this time. If you bother me again next time, you won't be so lucky."

Wait…

So you haven't realized it yet?

The lingering effect of the beauty trap is so strong?

Wayne cautiously tried to push his luck, "Can I have more information to take back and report? I know there was a problem with a batch of your goods, and I hope to understand the reason. Ah, please don't misunderstand; this isn't aimed at you; I don't suspect the problem lies with you."

Mr. Moliere, who was about to pull out his gun again, seemed a little impatient:

"How would I know why there was a problem? I followed the normal procedures. If it's an internal investigation, then let them come directly with instructions.

"But if you continue to pester me, then I have plenty of ways to make you disappear directly. I don't have to stay in Richmond."

This guy seems like more than just a small fish…

Wayne tried to send a friend request, trying to stabilize the situation first:

"If that's the case… Mr. Moliere, would you mind if I help you investigate and clear your name?"