New Gods of North America

In reality, compared to old Mr. Basque of the Beaton family, Senator Walter seemed more like the good guy.

Politicians, especially those who have climbed the ranks like him, need to refine their rhetoric and campaign platforms. When the situation calls for it, their eloquence and affability are usually at least 'up to par'.

"Wayne, I received information that you've applied for a warrant for 'York Smith'?"

That was the name the "fugitive minor boss" registered at City Hall. Wayne didn't hide it, admitting frankly, "That's correct."

Mr. Walter wore a smile, his expression amiable:

"Although I'm not clear on what exactly happened, he used to be part of the postal system. Of course, I won't offer him protection beyond the bounds of the law just because he once worked for us.

"However, his real name is actually 'York Castallow'. You should know what that surname represents, right?"

Wayne nodded. "It's a surname often used by descendants of an Indigenous tribe."

Among the Indigenous people living within America, although they are considered "the same" by many white immigrants, due to the relatively late historical development of the New World, strictly speaking, the Indigenous people actually belong to hundreds of different tribes, large and small, and cannot be considered "one family." Their languages may not even be mutually intelligible, and they may have been enemies for hundreds of years, their long-standing grudges perhaps even greater than those with the immigrants.

According to what Wayne learned in his American History class at the academy, the surname "Castallow" comes from a large tribe in Virginia that cooperated with the Windsor colonists in the early days—though, unsurprisingly, they later fought, and their land was gradually eroded—belonging to the type of descendants who have gradually become "immigrantized," passively integrated into the local life.

If the Tecumseh tribe near Black Stone Town can be considered the "American Plain Yellow Banner," then these Indigenous people who have lost their land and are gradually obtaining stable jobs in semi-isolated conditions in white towns, perhaps even establishing small communities, are probably the "American Bordered Yellow Banner."

Mr. Walter nodded with a smile, "It's good that you understand, and I also appreciate your 'fair' attitude. As a show of support, I actually know where he is now and can tell you directly."

Huh?!

Why are you selling out your subordinate so directly?

Is the way things work in the Old World too simple, or has the New World version iterated too far ahead? This isn't what Inessa and Lina said.

Mr. Walter waved his hand, and his attendant quickly pulled out a map of Richmond. Then, he pointed to a location on the outskirts of Richmond:

"This is a small community where descendants of their tribe reside. After the matter was exposed, he reportedly quickly hid here.

"Castallow holds a high position in their tribe, said to be a descendant of a chieftain. His tribesmen are likely to choose to protect him. My manpower is limited, and the police can't conduct large-scale harassment of these citizens who have obtained legal residency, so arresting him might be slightly difficult."

Wayne weighed whether this was a "smokescreen" or a "trap," but his expression remained unchanged. "Can I ask how many Indigenous people live in this community?"

Mr. Walter seemed to recall briefly:

"There should be one hundred and twenty-seven households with legal residency. The last registered total population was seven hundred and ninety-one. But in reality, there are obviously more.

"You know, not all Indigenous people have legal residency. Only those willing to accept designated education and cooperate with physical examinations and treatment at specialized hospitals are accepted, but they always try to protect more of their tribesmen, allowing them to obtain work and a more civilized life. And Indigenous people have no voting rights, are not on the voter registry, and are not within the jurisdiction of the police. The specific population cannot be counted."

I get it. This should be a "trap." There's no way so many pies can fall from the sky…

Professor David Lee said in his American History class that various institutions are being established throughout America, planning to gradually bring Indigenous people into "civilized society."

Communities like this are part of that. Theoretically, they have legal residency, but in reality, investors will build corresponding factories or workshops within the community, managed by the chieftains of the Indigenous tribes, still relatively closed off from immigrant society, and freedom is still limited. Only a very small number can be truly accepted to a limited extent.

However, compared to living in remote areas relying solely on farming and hunting, this community life is more stable, and they can legally obtain licensed industrial products, which is very attractive to Indigenous people.

As for the so-called "brainwashing education" and "secret sterilization," etc., Wayne, as a modern person from another world, estimates that these things are likely to be happening here as well, but he hasn't been able to enter that concealed area yet, so he'll pretend not to know for now.

Returning to the matter itself, to go to a relatively "lawless" Indigenous community to arrest the descendant of their chieftain,

"Then I wish you a smooth case. By the way, I might need to remind you that Castallow seems to have received specialized training. After discovering he's wanted, he might quickly choose to flee Virginia as soon as possible, or at least flee Richmond. It seems that some of his tribesmen are also at his command and likely won't sit idly by while he's arrested—we all know that the Indigenous people's hostility towards immigrants is almost impossible to completely eliminate."

I know, I know.

Isn't it just a "show of force" plus a "time limit"?

If you don't dare to arrest him, the blame will fall on the detective agency when he runs away. And if you really go to arrest him, all the adverse consequences will be conveniently passed on to you.

Wayne politely said goodbye to Mr. Walter,

While wondering in his heart if the other party was actually "smiling on the face but cursing in the heart" at this moment.

Their hands clasped together, and Wayne even had to thank him, "Thank you for providing the clues."