New Gods of North America

After being bound by the agents, the prisoners obediently hopped one by one into the storage room under the stairs.

The temporary stronghold didn't have a basement, so this was the only suitable place to lock people up. The storage room wasn't even closed at the moment, with an agent standing guard at the door with a gun.

After respectfully welcoming Inessa into the temporary stronghold, Wayne, upon reaching the dining room, not only took the teapot and cups from Doug but also personally poured her hot tea and pulled out a chair for her, diligently providing logistical support.

Inessa seemed to be her usual self. She was about to sit down easily after the chair was pulled out, but she stumbled, and her small face softly bumped into Wayne's chest.

Wayne was naturally flattered by this, but after helping Inessa, he quickly noticed something was wrong.

After helping Inessa sit properly on the chair, he noticed her face and hands, which were almost devoid of color. "Has the 'bondage' on your body acted up again?"

"It will ease after a little rest. No need to worry."

Inessa's hands surrounded the teacup, not picking it up, gently holding it as if simply warming her hands. "Those few were all transcendents. When I came into contact with them, they intended to use lethal transcendent abilities, which triggered a stress response."

"Can't the remaining potions and the emblem given by the church alleviate it?" Wayne asked.

"That would be too wasteful... We must conserve them."

Inessa forced a "corner of the mouth raised" expression, considering it as comforting Wayne. "This isn't all bad. They are relatively well-trained. After sensing the difference in level, they immediately chose to surrender. At least it avoided unnecessary combat."

Wayne was about to continue speaking when Liam suddenly burst into the dining room, yelling, "Boss, those guys are all tied up, I..."

His voice stopped abruptly. He looked at the corner of the dining table, where the two were leaning together. Liam's one foot hadn't completely landed:

"...Should I come back later?"

Unfortunately, Inessa had already straightened up, holding the table. Wayne could only sit down expressionlessly and pick a topic. "Since you're here, talk about the situation just now."

Liam's shoes were shrinking towards the door, half of his body gradually moving behind the door frame:

"After Miss Inessa and I returned, concealing our tracks, we found a few people in the district who looked suspicious, so we monitored them for a while. As expected, they were planning to cause trouble, and they had prepared several cans of kerosene..."

Wayne interrupted him. "Come in and talk."

"Yes!"

Liam immediately struck a "attention" pose, then his back quickly bent again: "Or should I just keep standing here? I find this place is actually quite suitable for reporting..."

Wayne looked at him without saying anything. Liam quickly strode into the dining room. "Of course, the dining room is also very good!"

...

According to Wayne's analysis, the style of these people tonight, compared to "wanting to wipe out the detective agency," actually seemed more like they were relentlessly targeting Mr. Morrie.

Although they only stopped one carriage, the lineup of two carriages of transcendents, "head-on confrontation" shouldn't be the way to play.

No wonder even a tough guy like Sanders couldn't leave one or two people behind before.

If professionals only think about running away after being discovered, then catching them is usually no easier than catching an equal number of wild boars.

Inessa provided a strong corroboration: "The person with the right to speak among them can judge the difference between each other through spiritual pressure, and then quickly make decisions—this is not something inexperienced transcendents can do. It often requires accumulating a certain amount of combat experience."

Um,

Most people who come into contact with weapons for the first time think they are terribly strong. You have a gun, and I also have a gun. Why should your gun be better? Shouldn't we try it?

But only those who have truly seen and experienced gunfights, large and small, can basically accurately judge who is really good and who is bluffing, and then quickly decide whether to raise their hands in surrender or look for an opportunity to resist.

Therefore, Westerners seem to be generally more compliant than city people on the East Coast when facing guns unarmed.

The reason is simple—they all know the power and function of firearms, and they can tell where the bullet can hit just by looking at the muzzle. And if the gun is in their hands, they really dare to pull the trigger at the slightest disagreement.

The people who still have the motivation to target Mr. Morrie at this moment probably come from that "third-party force."

The detective agency naturally attaches great importance to them. Wayne asked people to bring them over one by one for interrogation. The agents also recorded fingerprints and pulled out hair like an assembly line, creating files for everyone.

The surrender leader who was pointed out by Liam as having the "best eye" was left by Wayne until the end.

After the other party was escorted to sit opposite him, Wayne handed a piece of paper across the dining table, while signaling Sanders to temporarily untie the guy and take out the thing in his mouth. "Wipe off the ink and garlic juice on your hands, and then we can start."

"Unauthorized detention. What you're doing is against the law." Unexpectedly, the other party made a false countercharge first.

Wayne asked, "Do you know who we are?"

The other party's eyes rolled. "I don't know. We just delivered the goods to the wrong place. We don't know why you suddenly used force. If we have violated the law, you can choose to call the police."

In addition to kerosene, the only weapons in the carriage were pistols and shotguns. The other party didn't actually "illegally invade." It actually seemed quite "law-abiding."

Wayne didn't continue to argue along this topic:

"You are all transcendents. Let's put it this way: if you can provide a sufficiently reasonable identity, then we will investigate and notify your superiors to pick you up."

"But if you can't, then we will send you to the cathedral. I think you should know better than me, a foreigner, how 'organized wild transcendents' are dealt with in Virginia. This matter has nothing to do with secular laws for ordinary people. Now is the time for you to find a way out for yourselves."

The detective agency theoretically does not have the power to imprison others, but now that it knows that the "third-party force" is likely to be colluding with the local intelligence organization, Wayne would be stupid to send these key people to the police station. Not to mention the possibility of being let go, what if they "committed suicide by shooting themselves in the back"?

The cathedral is very suitable in this regard. If people who are not on the same side want to go in and silence them, they probably have to spend a lot of money. Moreover, the cathedral does not actively participate in the messy things in the political world, but that doesn't mean they are really easy to mess with.

At least when Bishop Corleone is not at home, Wayne has the guts to ask Tom Hagen for some transcendent material "rebates"...

Wayne had already interrogated the others. There is a confidentiality system within their group. Before acting, it has a bit of a "I told you to do it, just do it, why ask so much" feeling. A small minion couldn't bear it and wanted to confess, but he couldn't actually say anything about the internal organization.

The only ones who really know something are probably the two leaders—the other carriage failed to stop, and the one in front of Wayne is currently the biggest among the prisoners, and he also looks like he doesn't have hard bones.

The other party was still hesitating and thinking. Wayne felt that taking him down was basically just a matter of time, and he wouldn't be able to hold on for more than a day or two at most.

At this time, Doug came in and handed a small note to Wayne. After Wayne read it, he immediately changed his mind and waved his hand: "This guy doesn't need to be interrogated. Bring back the one who was willing to confess just now."

The fingerprints of the "window-picking master" who had appeared at Mr. Morrie's and the assassin's house were actually compared with the prisoners tonight!

"Wait a minute! I didn't say I refused to cooperate." The guy being interrogated was shocked.

He struggled a little, unwilling to be directly escorted away by the agents next to him.

"Drag him down."

"No, wait! I'm willing to confess, as long as you can guar..."

With a key figure who can directly link the cases, who would interrogate you first? Stay cool for a while, and come back to you when you have time.

Ladies and gentlemen, times have changed.

This time, I might be able to show you what it means to solve a case with "zero confession."