New Gods of North America

The battle ended, and then came the stage of cleaning up the battlefield.

Wayne went to check on that idiot he had spoken to earlier first. After being subdued by Lina, this guy wasn't struck by lightning. He was tied up like a dumpling and sleeping peacefully, but he should have experienced Lina's "steel wool" treatment.

Although it wasn't the "serrated" version specifically for killing enemies, it still looked a bit tragic. Right now, he looked like he had just finished a fight with a pack of wildcats. His face and hands, which were exposed, were covered in bloody streaks, making him look like he had been skinned alive.

Unfortunately, this guy already had his face covered in war paint. Now that he looked like a ghost, it was even harder to recognize him. Wayne poked Peter, who was stepping on his head, and asked the big spider to help wake him up. He casually removed the feathered headdress from his head, revealing the short hair of a "civilized person" underneath.

Soon after, their eyes met. Before verifying his fingerprints, Wayne tried to roughly confirm the guy's identity: "Are you York Castallo?"

"Hmph, that's right. You caught me. Are you very happy now? Detective, do you know how many big shots are involved behind this? You better let me go, otherwise your investigation will only lead you to uh uh um um ooh ooh—"

Confirming your identity is confirming your identity, why are you talking so much nonsense…

I don't want to listen.

Taking advantage of the moment when the other party opened his mouth, Wayne picked up a war club from the side and stuffed it in. Then, he happily clapped his hands, stood up, and went to look at other spoils of war.

Although some things still lacked evidence, having just experienced the assassination and seeing this guy's attitude, Wayne could roughly narrow down the range of the mastermind behind the scenes based on speculation. The specific motive was hard to guess, but the general direction was there.

As a private detective who minds his own business, knowing too many details would be impolite—if this were in the Old World during the time of emperors, he might be silenced.

Besides, what core secrets could a native know?

That thing was already broken. After digging around a bit, it seemed to have once been a small bone staff that had been polished until it was jade-like. The bottom was ground to a sharp point, and the shape seemed a bit like a "vajra."

Unfortunately, like the "street dance guy" next to it who was charred inside and out, the small bone staff showed no traces of any extraordinary power "lines" remaining. It was probably a case of jade and stone perishing together.

What a sin, it felt like this should have been an antique.

It could probably be put up for auction.

"Chameleon" and Liam were busy. One was pointing a gun at the head of the community "chief," ordering the first wave of attackers to stand in a row. The other was dragging the second wave of attackers over one by one, regardless of whether they were dead or alive, arranging them in a line.

Lina had gathered all the extraordinary materials she could find into a small pile, and she was having the row of attackers hand over their masks one by one as if she were collecting homework. Her hands were piled high, and she was smiling like a waitress collecting plates in a restaurant.

The first to arrive on the scene was Ineessa, who came in a carriage. After understanding the situation, she escorted the little fleeing leader, who could only hop, onto the carriage, and then helped sort out the spoils of war.

Wayne and the others had originally planned to contact them after they were done, but since they didn't set off flares to call for help, it was normal for Ineessa and her to continue preventing people from escaping on the periphery.

However, "setting off flares randomly" was something that those who summoned evil gods on the bridge in the middle of the night and caused trouble in other people's communities would do. The detective agency firmly distanced itself from such outlaws in non-emergency situations.

Anyway, Wayne's stomach had been stabbed with a hole earlier. Although it still ached faintly and his blue bar seemed to be constantly "-1, -1, -1…," it was as if it was stuck and wouldn't level up. His blue bar didn't seem to be dropping at all. It still felt full—he didn't know if it was because he had filled it up too much earlier or if some strange sensor had malfunctioned…

From starting the cleanup to completely sorting everything out, almost another hour had passed.

The first wave of attackers was considered to have disturbed public order. After registering their names and taking their fingerprints, the main focus was on criticism and education. The subsequent disposal was planned to be handed over to the police in the community.

There was nothing good to say about the second wave of attackers. Whether they were dead or alive, they were all loaded into the covered wagon that Ineessa had driven over. Weapons such as javelins and battle axes were also packed up and thrown on the roof of Wayne's carriage. As for the fleeing little leader, he received even better treatment. After being tied up and gagged, he entered the carriage and rode in the same car as the seized spoils of war.

"Mr. Wayne, are you planning to take these people back to Richmond? According to regulations, criminal acts that occur within the community should be dealt with within the community."

The deputy police chief of the community who came later was very polite, and Wayne spoke to him nicely as well:

"Our detective agency is also acting in accordance with the regulations. This case was assigned by the Cathedral to investigate. If you have any objections to this, you can appeal to the Cathedral, but we are afraid that we cannot directly hand over the relevant suspects to you."

Logically speaking, the gunshots were so loud just now, and there was even lightning.

No one in the community came to watch for so long, and the police only came now. This situation is very telling. I might as well believe I am Qin Shi Huang.

So, load up and leave. Death to those who stop me. The community deputy police chief on duty was not an unreasonable person. He had the police officers count the number of people Wayne was taking away and quickly stood in a row with the natives who were left behind, politely waving goodbye.

The two carriages were slightly delayed at the exit of the community. A community "chief" who didn't speak the language stopped them there with several tribesmen. Because they had to wait for a translator, the conversation took quite a long time.

Wayne's habit was to be polite first and then use force. Sensing the fluctuations of spiritual power, he had already arranged the order of shooting in his mind.

But unexpectedly, after the situation was roughly explained, the community "chief" was silent for a while and actually signaled the tribesmen to let them go.

Lina was still slapping her thigh in the carriage halfway there, "It would have been great if those few people had also attacked. The spiritual power on that old man with long hair who led the team felt very pure, probably from the natural realm. His rank should be higher than that lightning-striking magic item. Although the realm doesn't suit mine, his extraordinary materials could probably be exchanged for good things. What a pity."

Ineessa, who came from the Hunter Association and whose realm was truly suitable, was more indifferent: "That person looks like a tribal leader or priest. Such people are sometimes more sensible. He may have wanted to protect his tribesmen at first, but after knowing that they were criminals and attackers, he still let them go. Obviously, there are more things to consider than this guy."

Lina glanced at the little captured leader sitting in the same row as Wayne across from her, and then glanced at Wayne, "He was probably bullied by these Americans. When I was in the Old World, I clearly heard that the natives of the New World were very brave. If you didn't make eye contact, they might pat their mouths and 'ah woo woo woo' and rush over to tie people up and take them back to the tribe to be strung on racks for barbecue."

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Hiss…

You can say what you want, but why are you looking at us…

This guy said earlier that he was of native descent. There is no real nationality in America. Although I should have nationality, those things were not done by me, an outsider. I haven't even been here for a year…

Wayne felt a little innocent, so he chose to change the subject, "Was there anything good in that pile of stuff just now?"

Sure enough, Lina got excited: "Don't mention it, the things from this tribe are really interesting. It seems that after ordinary people wear those masks, with the blessing of a specific ritual, they can also use specific extraordinary abilities. It's just that these masks seem difficult to obtain. The old man looked distressed, saying that these were 'warrior masks' that had been enshrined in the tribe for many years…"