New Gods of North America

As the characters changed, the atmosphere in the restaurant quickly became harmonious and friendly again.

The henchman who had been willing to confess before sat down opposite Wayne again. Doug served him freshly made fried eggs and bacon, as well as bread that was gradually getting hard and hot soup (leftovers).

He answered Wayne's questions while wolfing down his food.

In fact, when he was interrogated last time, everyone heard his stomach growling, but at that time his value was not enough to ask anyone to work overtime to cook for him. Now that Wayne had given the order, he didn't even have to make any requests himself, and the food was served quickly.

This is what happens to people who are in the limelight: even if they take a nap on the floor, they will be pulled over by others to be fed.

Wayne pretended to continue chatting, "What was his name, the guy in the brown jacket and gray coat who was tied up next to you?"

Ma Zai brother chewed a mouthful of bread for just two bites and quickly swallowed it: "Robin."

Phantom Thief Robin... This name really fits his identity as the "master of window prying". Just by looking at the name, you can tell that breaking into private homes is not a problem for him.

"Where does he usually live?"

"We lived in a house assigned to us, located on Sixth Avenue, at 76 Oak Street. The bosses would occasionally come over to play cards with us, but we didn't dare to beat them."

After saying this, Ma Zaige quickly drank some hot soup to soothe his throat, then dipped some hard bread in the soup, and with his other hand picked up a piece of bacon and put it into his mouth.

Meow, watching others eat is delicious.

Wayne looked away slightly, "Is there anyone else over there? We might have to go over there later."

Ma Zai Ge was enjoying his meal: "It shouldn't be. Even if there is no problem with our movements, we will be required to change our accommodation regularly."

"When was the last time you changed your residence?"

Wayne felt that this was very important and would directly affect the number of fingerprints these people left in their lives. "Was it before or after you targeted the assassin, Carl? Or was it before or after you attacked Mr. Molière, the Frank businessman?"

When Ma Zai heard this, the fried egg in his mouth seemed to lose its flavor all of a sudden. He stopped chewing abruptly and raised his head in surprise.

Instead, Wayne waved his hand casually, signaling him to continue eating:

"I know you've been hiding something, but we have far more information than you think. Since you were the first to cooperate with us, I won't hold you accountable for 'hiding', but I hope there's no 'deception' between us - you've just seen that you're not the only one willing to cooperate."

I didn't expect it to be cheated.

It turned out that these people were all from that third-party force, which also indirectly proved that they were indeed related to both cases.

Ma Zaige silently put the half-eaten bread back on the plate and pushed the plate forward. "If you already know this, they will not let me go if I tell you the news again."

"We have been polite enough to you, but that doesn't mean we have to be so polite."

Wayne pushed the plate back again. "That guy already knows that you are willing to confess, but we can claim to the public that all the information was provided by him - in fact, the situation may be the other way around. Again, I don't mind you hiding it, but what I hear must be the truth."

Ma Zai looked down at the plate and fell into complete silence.

Wayne looked at his slightly yellowed fingers and gestured to Ryan next to him. Ryan was now quite cooperative and quickly took out half a pack of cigarettes and placed it next to the plate together with the matchbox.

Ma Zai Ge didn't reach out to take it. "He is the person sent by the real 'boss'. I don't know more than him."

Wayne nodded. "So you need to seize this opportunity. As both of you are traitors, he will obviously be the focus of more attention. But if he is fine, then you will be in big trouble."

The two looked at each other silently.

After a long while, Ma Zai swallowed his saliva and said, "We have lived there for almost two months... I thought you just wanted to take revenge for what happened tonight, and you were telling the truth."

"very good."

Wayne winked at the side, and Ryan picked up the cigarette, one of which was halfway out, and held it towards the horseman:

"You just said that the 'bosses' would occasionally go over to play cards. Are you referring to the people who directly command you? What things in the house do they usually touch? I mean objects like glass or painted surfaces."

A cigarette was tremblingly held between his lips. "There are a few bottles of whiskey in a cabinet on the second floor. Only the bosses can drink it. We usually drink rum."

Rum, the townspeople now prefer to drink fake whiskey diluted with water, and are not willing to touch this stuff...

For a Beyonder from a powerful organization to end up like this is really shabby...

Wayne reached out and took out a match. The mainstream matches these days can still be lit with just one strike on the table. "Any more?"

"There's a leopard tooth hanging in the card-playing room. It's a tradition of one of our tribes. It's said to bring good luck. The leader likes to touch it before playing cards. He touched it before leaving today...ah, I'm talking about the leader who wasn't caught."

The flame was close to the end of the cigarette, and Wayne patted the other person's arm in the smoke, "Eat the bacon while it's hot. It won't taste good if it's cold."

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"See? I've long said that the boss is actually scarier than Miss Inesa. Although Miss Inesa is powerful, she is kind-hearted. As long as you are willing to actively cooperate and decisively surrender, even if you become her enemy, the possibility of saving your life is actually not low. The boss is the one who really eats... Boss, are we leaving now?"

Wayne nodded, and Sanders next to him had already skillfully lifted Liam up by the back of his collar: "How long will it be hung this time?"

"I didn't want to take him with me anyway, so just hang him upside down behind the carriage and put him down when we get back."

Liam was shocked, "Doesn't that mean I have to hang for at least one night?!"

Wayne nodded in confirmation. "Half an hour of that was because you slandered the founder of the detective agency. The rest of the time was because you were suspected of leaking the secrets of the detective agency."

Judging from the reaction of Ma Zai Ge just now, the third party may be more professional and powerful than Wayne imagined.

Now the two sides have officially "exchanged fire". The people in the temporary base should try not to move if possible. They have to work with Inissa to ensure the safety of the temporary base and the financial sponsor, especially the "window prying master".

Wayne deliberately did not interrogate the "window prying master" again. He was just another "henchman" and his confession was not as valuable as the fingerprints.

It is better for him not to know some things for the time being. Let him go to court in the state of "thinking that he was only arrested because of what happened tonight", which may be more effective when he faces the evidence produced by the detective agency.

Wayne originally planned to go there with Sanders, and bring the people Lina had brought out before to look for fingerprints at the new place.

Anyway, they had gone out to look for fingerprints before, so they should have brought all the equipment with them, so it wouldn't be a big deal to move them to another place.

At the place where Ma Zai Ge just confessed, all that could be found were fingerprints of genuine members of that third-party force. Even if only peripheral or low-level members could be found, that would be enough for characterization, and was obviously more valuable.

After going around in circles for so long,

Now you have finally been caught by the tail.