New Gods of North America

The night breeze was cool, seeming to sweep away the melancholy in people's hearts.

With the return of the main force, some things I had been planning could finally be put into motion,

but there was no rush at the moment.

Emma's meat chunks found a relatively intact nightgown to use as a "warm bed," and then reassembled into the little loli, who looked a bit "younger" than before, suggesting that the explosion had indeed caused her some damage.

Daimon McReady smiled and greeted Emma, beckoning her to come closer.

After not seeing him for a while, Daimon McReady looked a bit "inhuman" again.

The little loli was a little shy, calling out "Uncle Daimon," but hesitating whether to hide behind Wayne or go straight to him.

Wayne, being the inconsiderate one, openly teased her, saying, "Emma, you've gotten shorter again!" which struck right at the little loli's sore spot.

The little loli pouted and rushed over to Daimon McReady, letting him pat her head.

Daimon McReady's left arm was completely mutated at this point, much thicker than his right arm, and the exposed part looked like a cluster of plant roots or octopus tentacles.

But it wasn't without its benefits. He placed the little loli on his left forearm and easily lifted her up, even easier than Doug reaching out to stop a pigeon. The little loli could even sit on it and play "swing."

Daimon McReady seemed to be in a good mood, turning his head to look at Wayne:

"Although I saw Emma was injured as soon as I got back... but looking at Emma, I feel like she's had a pretty good time with you these past few days."

"Of course."

Wayne put his arm around Daimon McReady's shoulders and walked towards the crowd, "I even found a mathematics professor from the academy to be Emma's teacher. She's receiving the best education, just as you hoped."

"Actually, I think it's better for children to have a happy childhood..."

"Why are you so fickle?" Wayne casually retorted.

Speaking of Professor Maisel...

Should I burn the homework later too?

No. If the professor reassigns the homework, then Seth's previous work will be for nothing...

Approaching the crowd, Wayne spread his arms towards the agents:

"Welcome home, everyone!"

"Yeah!" The agents cheered and applauded in cooperation.

It had to be said that the agents who went out on this trip seemed more tacit and capable.

But the most boisterous one in the crowd was the prisoner named Liam, who was cheering and applauding, making the most noise, and even whistling.

This made Lina and many agents look sideways, their expressions showing a mix of joy and the same question—"Who is this guy?"

After a brief welcome, the agents continued to busy themselves with cleaning up the scene.

Lina spoke to Wayne as he approached:

"See, although many people have suffered some injuries, I brought everyone back for you. Wow! Ineisha, long time no see! You have no idea how troublesome this trip was, it exhausted me."

Wayne looked at Lina jumping up and down, hugging Ineisha in a "bear hug."

For a moment, he didn't know who to envy...

Peter poked his head out of Lina's golden hair, waving a front paw to greet Wayne.

...

In the "dining hall" next to the kitchen,

the partners occupied a corner of the long table, talking, while a few agents occasionally appeared, helping the chef bring food to the table or taking food away.

The main force didn't give advance notice before returning, so they could only eat whatever was available.

The detective agency's largest stock at the moment was the various hamburger ingredients that Wayne had prepared for "experiments" recently.

So a row of various hamburgers were placed on the table, with flavors depending on luck. However, the various cheese slices that Wayne had made before were cleared out, mainly because they were convenient to use.

Tonight's meal could only be considered a midnight snack, and everyone was just grabbing something to eat. The official welcome dinner would probably have to wait until tomorrow or the day after.

So the agents who were free or felt hungry would come over to take some food themselves, as much as they wanted, and then find a place to eat it.

The story of the escort team's journey sounded quite exciting.

At first, they were attacked by various bandits, and along the way, they were targeted by law enforcement agencies in several towns. After arriving in Atlanta, the consignee seemed strange, and they eventually tracked down Daimon McReady, who was being held captive.

"So you guys took out the Windsor Kingdom's spy agency's headquarters in Atlanta?" Wayne asked.

Lina held a hamburger and gnawed on it:

"It wasn't that exaggerated... we just paid a visit to two or three contact points and safe houses under MI7, and brought this guy out. Their pattern hasn't changed for so many years, and we figured it out quickly according to the rules."

Daimon McReady's previous "revenge operation" ultimately failed, and he was caught in it himself.

The detective agency being led to Georgia by that "escort mission" seemed to be a consequence of the other party investigating Daimon McReady's movements.

"The MI7 you mentioned... shouldn't come knocking on our door because of this, right?"

"It's hard to say. But MI7 people usually operate around 'strongholds' and usually don't leave too far, otherwise they wouldn't have tried to trick us over there."

"Does this mean that commissions in Georgia will need to be handled carefully in the future?"

"Not just that, I think South Carolina is also weird, I feel like they're also hostile towards us."

At this point, Wayne and Lina silently turned to look at Daimon McReady,

their eyes seeming to say silently, "Look at the trouble you've caused."

Daimon McReady smiled awkwardly and pretended to wipe the little loli's mouth.

"By the way, besides this guy, I also met a former colleague. We were only acquaintances before, but she seems like a good person, and she's also interested in joining the detective agency."

"Where is she?" Wayne looked around.

"I didn't bring her back. She still has a mission and is being watched all the time, unable to leave. She and Daimon aren't in the same system within MI7, and I only found out the location of a few of their safe houses from her."

Then we'll talk when she comes...

After finishing talking about her side of things, Lina took the opportunity to ask about the detective agency's situation:

"But as soon as we left, how did our home get invaded by others? Look, Emma is even shorter, and who was that noisy guy just now?"

The little loli was suddenly poked at her sore spot again, not daring to show Lina any attitude, so she could only continue to gnaw on the hamburger with a sad face.

Wayne roughly explained some of the things that had happened recently.

After Lina heard it, she almost jumped up from her chair, "A mere School of Life, scattered migratory birds, how dare they bully us? And they're ruining the detective agency's business, I'll take people to burn his house down tonight!"

Ineisha coldly pulled Lina back to sit down gently, and Wayne had to comfort her instead:

"Sneak attacks and assassinations are bad civilization, that's not good. Except for dealing with clear criminals, our detective agency doesn't advocate for that."

"Some people won't know they're wrong unless you put a gun to their heads," Lina continued to struggle, justified.

Um...

As expected, "cutting off someone's financial path is like killing their parents," she's made a big enemy with that one...

In fact, Wayne had also experienced a similar mental journey to Lina before.

When he realized that Emma might have died in the explosion, the impulse in his mind to "go to their door and cut them off at the root, regardless of the consequences" almost instantly filled his entire mind.

——This feeling is very strange. Rationally speaking, everyone is likely to die in an attack. But when you see someone you know possibly dying because of it, emotions often take over instantly.

But after realizing that Emma was basically unharmed and the main force had returned, the impulse quickly cooled down.

When there are few people, you have to consider playing dirty,

but if there are more people and you still play like this, then wouldn't the main force have returned for nothing?