New Gods of North America

Peter squatted on Lina's shoulders and sucked a few strands of Lina's wavy blonde hair like noodles.

Then it raised one of its slender front legs, like a compass, to indicate the direction of travel, to prevent the people from losing sight of the carriage not too close in front of them in the blocks and traffic.

Wayne looked on curiously:

"You can track it with just your hair. Lina, don't you normally lose your hair?"

Will you turn on the navigation and find that the whole world has your hair?

Lina glanced at Wayne unhappily:

“Peter can only track them before the spiritual power I injected into them is completely exhausted. Otherwise, all Peter can find is my location.

"Do you know how many times I tried to get those reluctant 'little guys' out last night?"

Wayne became more serious, "How long can it last?"

"They turned right, east by south."

Lina first watched Peter's movements, told Inissa the way, and then continued to answer Wayne's questions:

"It's hard to say. It depends on whether they can remain quiet. If they suddenly become active, the duration they can maintain will be shortened."

That will depend on luck.

If they become impossible to track, it is better to intercept them first rather than let them reunite with their companions directly.

The reason why Wayne chose to give them the suitcase containing the fake goods was that the hostages were not in the carriage just now.

Therefore, unless they have some special means of contact or extraordinary abilities, they can basically only rely on "contacting people" to contact other accomplices who are guarding the hostages.

The delivery time of mail is not very fast. If you ask someone to pass on a letter or a verbal message, you will need to contact that person.

If we gave them the real stuff, we would have to be on guard against whether these people would take the ransom and abscond without caring about their accomplices and hostages.

But if you give a fake item, even if the other party escapes, once you find that there is a problem with the ransom, the probability of him going back to reunite with his companions will increase.

——Anyway, whether they want to release the hostages, or find an opportunity to continue blackmailing them, or want to "punish" them because of the counterfeit money incident, they will most likely have to return to the hostages first.

The carriage went round and round in Chicago,

Halfway through the journey, Doug and Parker followed in a carriage with a newly recruited companion.

He briefly explained the situation behind it in parallel:

"We and a few companions have intercepted three people who seem to be on surveillance. Now Ryan is leading people to interrogate them. If he has any news, he will stand up and come to find me."

So convenient.

Suddenly I envy those of you who can communicate or locate remotely...

If I have the chance again, I will pay more attention to these special talents. I feel they can be of great use.

Wayne nodded to indicate that he understood, and the two carriages continued their pursuit.

The kidnapper's carriage then stopped to buy a newspaper.

Wayne and his team continued to follow the carriage, while Doug and his team turned to check the stall owners.

There are three people following from behind and two in the carriage in front. Excluding possible errors, if we count them as seven people, the number of kidnappers left to guard the hostages should not be many.

The kidnappers' carriage finally stopped in front of a townhouse on a block.

Inesa drove her carriage and pretended to pass by.

Wayne lifted the curtain in the carriage and looked in secretly. He saw that the man had a somewhat excited expression and did not seem to have noticed anything wrong with the ransom.

Then the carriage found a nearby corner and stopped. Several people picked up their weapons and prepared to work.

…

The man walked into the house carrying a suitcase, but before he could announce the good news,

In the restaurant, we saw broken vases, loosened ropes, and a fallen woman.

The man quickly ran over to help his accomplice up, checked his breath, and found that he was still breathing, so he began to shake his body:

"Ms. Vahana! Wake up, what's going on?"

Ms. Vahana gradually woke up. She subconsciously reached for the back of her head, and then suddenly came to her senses.

She pushed the man's hand away and sat on the ground.

"Miss Olivia ran away! I thought I had 'convinced' her again, but I didn't expect she was just pretending. She took advantage of the fact that Jon went to check in advance whether there was any problem with the safe house we were going to use for the transfer, and attacked me."

I didn't expect that the rich young lady would hit him so hard.

Such behavior is totally against etiquette!

"It doesn't matter, we just need to get out of here as soon as possible."

The man handed the suitcase to Ms. Wahana. "We have received the ransom. As long as we can reach New York City safely, we can live a good life... and of course we can help rescue more slaves."

“Fifty thousand dollars, that’s all?” Ms. Vahana took the suitcase. “And it won’t open.”

"They are all banknotes with a face value of 100 US dollars. Don't worry, I have confirmed it on the spot." The man stretched out his hand to help Ms. Wahana up from the ground.

Ms. Wahana did not refuse this time. After she stood up, there was a knock on the door.

The man motioned to another companion to open the door.

He continued to stay with Lady Vahana.

Ms. Vahana was leaning against the dining room cabinet, holding the suitcase in both hands, feeling a surge of joy.

Then she remembered Mrs. LaLaurie's advice: "Before leaving Chicago, you must quietly give the ransom to her for safekeeping. This way it will be safe."

That's right, the ransom has been paid, and there is no need to bother with Miss Olivia anymore.

All he had to do next was to hand over the ransom to Mrs. LaLaurie, and then he and his companions could leave.

Lady Vahana was thinking this.

A big spider suddenly jumped in from the window behind her and bit her on the back of the neck.

Feeling the contact of other spiritual forces, the blue-glowing gem on the pendant on Lady Vahana's chest quickly exploded.

Then Ms. Vahana fell limply to the ground again.

The man next to him just realized something was wrong.

He saw the bodyguard who had negotiated with him for the ransom appeared outside the restaurant window with a gun.

Wayne pointed his gun at him and said, "Put your hands up. Don't make a sound or move."

…

Olivia Fisk walked quickly down the street, looking for the nearest police station.

Although she had taken the opportunity to knock Ms. Wahana unconscious, she could not find any weapon such as a gun on her to defend herself, so she could only temporarily carry a kitchen knife of the right size.

Olivia didn't know much about the city of Chicago, but she knew it was a city with poor public security, and that Ms. Wahana and her friends were here, along with some "companions" she knew.

So she didn't even dare to trust the lone patrol officer.

After finally arriving at the police station and seeing several police officers present, she dared to formally ask for help:

"Officer, I need help. I was kidnapped from Georgia and brought here. I just escaped."

Kidnapping a free man is a serious crime, so the police officer in charge of receiving the girl did not dare to neglect it and quickly comforted the young lady who was not dressed up but still stunningly beautiful.

The more active colleague next to her even poured her some hot tea and asked her to sit down and rest.

"Miss, what's your name?" The police officer who was not responsible for recording asked gently at the side.

Olivia briefly thought back to the self-protection training that all family members had received: not to show off their charm, not to appear too weak and easy to "touch", and not to reveal their true identity until they were sure it was safe.

So she deliberately controlled herself and didn't smile like she would in normal social situations - smiling training is a compulsory course for every young lady to practice since childhood, especially in the social circles of manor owners - and then answered the police officer's question:

"My name is Anna Stephens."

This is the surname of a congressman from Georgia who has a good relationship with the Fisk family.

He has a certain social status and is highly respected, so he is not easily looked down upon by the local police when he is away from home. He is not known for his wealth, so as not to arouse other people's bad intentions.