New Gods of North America

Actually, Wayne had almost given up hope of catching anyone at the last address.

But reality just loves to play little games of "twists and turns" with people.

Seeing the detective agency's team arrive at the scene and stopping a little ways away, Liam quickly came forward with an obsequious expression:

"The target is taking a shower at home right now. If we move in immediately, he probably won't be able to resist.

But he also has a gun with him when he showers, so we still need to be careful."

Wayne was a little suspicious of this. "The target is still there? You haven't noticed anything unusual?"

Liam scratched the back of his head:

"I directly used my extraordinary ability to climb into his room... I don't seem to have found anything unusual..."

"Oh, right, a petty thief seemed to have targeted his house tonight, but I already knocked him out and dragged him into the alley. This shouldn't... violate the detective agency's rules, right?"

"You did a good job."

Wayne patted Liam on the shoulder and gave Sanders a look. The latter nodded and went in the direction of the alley.

Since there was still a chance here, they continued to set up the encirclement.

Sheriff William had no say in the matter at this point, so the detective agency adopted a mode of action they were more familiar with.

The last target lived in a decent place. The neighborhood was more harmonious. Although it was still a row of houses, it was the type where "an entire floor was only divided into one unit."

The rooms and facilities were relatively good and more comfortable, suitable for stable-income small families to rent, at least not requiring several people to squeeze into one room.

With Liam's help opening the door from the inside, Wayne led several agents directly upstairs.

This group of people didn't know if they had some strange superstition, but they all liked to live on the second floor. It could only be said that it was indeed convenient to jump out of the window and it was not easy for passers-by to monitor the inside.

With a better living environment, the people inside naturally didn't need to share a washroom with other residents.

Wayne tiptoed into the suite and heard a cheerful tune coming from the washroom. He didn't even complain in his heart about how out of tune it was, even worse than a parrot. Instead, he was a little excited.

These days, not many families can actually afford a bathtub, so the movement in the washroom was quite loud, like someone was using a towel to bring water out of the tub, and water droplets were dripping onto the floor.

Although the scene probably wouldn't be very elegant, they had already lost two people tonight. If they could catch this one, they shouldn't hesitate.

So Wayne gave a hand signal, and three agents cooperated and stepped forward. One of them kicked open the door and then took the opportunity to hold the gun at the rear, while the two agents next to him quickly entered in single file, lowering their bodies to the left and right.

"Bang!"

Spiritual intuition instantly sensed the fluctuation of extraordinary power. As one of the agents slumped, Wayne had already outlined it through the minimalist lines of his vision.

"Bang!"

A revolver was knocked away before his wrist could raise it to a suitable position. Wayne shouted, "Try to keep him alive!" At this time, the other agent in the washroom, seeing that turning around to aim might be too late, raised his arm and slammed an elbow as he turned back.

The other party's chest was hit, but one hand still swung over with extraordinary power, the movement looking like he was "throwing a sandbag."

After all, "Concussion" is also ranked in the arena. After crouching down to dodge, he followed up with an uppercut with extraordinary power, and the other party immediately fell on his back.

Hmm...

It seems that foxes are mainly cunning, but compared to the entire animal world, they are not fierce.

I just don't know what this guy's extraordinary ability is, that he can directly knock down an agent. "Whale oil" seems to need more practice.

At this time, a gentleman upstairs heard the gunshot and came down, holding a stick in his hand. A lady was also sticking her head out at the corner of the stairs.

Wayne temporarily唬住 them with the excuse of "police investigation", and then called the agents to start cleaning up the aftermath, and by the way, called Sheriff William up to confirm the situation and appease the residents.

It's really not very convenient to do things when you're not in your own territory.

But the benefit is that you don't have to pay too much attention to the impact. If the sky falls, there are plenty of people to take the blame first.

……

"Tell me, who sent you here?"

The accomplices of the assassination case murderer, those who could be caught, have already been caught. The remaining two who ran away, it is estimated that it will be difficult to find them for a while.

But there are priorities. Compared to "how did people run away" and "where to catch them", Wayne is more concerned about "who leaked the news" at this time.

So Inessa and the agents escorted the two accomplices and returned to the police station with Sheriff William and his party.

Wayne, Liam, and Sanders took this car, pretending to be at the rear, but actually to pull the "petty thief" who had been knocked unconscious by Liam onto the carriage.

This guy should not be directly related to the assassination case, so Wayne did not tell the police about his existence, but detained him separately.

He planned to ask about the situation in detail first, and then consider whether to send him to the church or to someone else.

After this guy was slapped awake, he initially looked dazed.

It wasn't until he finished listening to Wayne's self-introduction and knew who he had fallen into the hands of that he showed a panicked expression.

Liam sitting next to him was very sensible, pointing the gun at the other party's crotch and cocking the hammer, "My boss is asking you questions, answer honestly."

He doesn't recognize my face, but seems to have heard my name...

Wayne tried to make a blind guess, knocked on the partition of the carriage, and spoke to Sanders, who was driving outside, "We're going to the Beaton family's manor."

The old man's reputation in the local area doesn't seem very positive, but of course, it may just be a part that is "not positive enough."

But it's obviously quite useful for dealing with the locals. The "petty thief" immediately became anxious, "No, please don't take me there, I'm just acting on orders."

"Answer my previous question," Wayne stared into the other party's eyes.

The other party unconsciously avoided Wayne's gaze, "I was sent by Sheriff William..."

Huh?!

"Why?" Wayne asked.

"I... I don't know..."

"Who is he working for?" Wayne continued to ask.

"I don't know... really. But he also had people remind me to avoid being caught by you, saying that you have ways to identify lies..."

Logically speaking, the local sheriff should have a greater relationship with the political world, but if you refer to David Mills's situation, it doesn't seem impossible for the church to be involved.

Wayne was clueless for a while, but he didn't want to continue to delve into this direction. The assassination case hasn't been figured out yet, and he doesn't have time to deal with people who are playing tricks in the dark.

So he chose the simplest solution - to go to the Beaton family's manor to find the old man.

Since this guy seems scared, they shouldn't be in the same gang.

Generally speaking, locals are better at handling local affairs.