New Gods of North America.

Chapter 469 Steady
Facts have proved that men who are blinded by love are unreliable.

After the quarrel, the bar manager came out to apologize to Mr. Molière, waived the bill, and asked the waitress to apologize to the customer. After telling Lina to "be careful of scammers," the waitress angrily went to the workroom in the bar to calm down.
In the end, Wayne played the good guy on both sides. On one hand, he handed a tip to the on-site manager of the bar, apologized, saying that it was all caused by him, and asked the manager not to blame the waitress too much. On the other hand, he helped Mr. Molière to persuade Lina a few words, and actually won his favor.

So Wayne and Lina cooperated with each other and chatted until they had two glasses of wine.

The cargo order that the murderer's action team had previously taken action on has basically been locked down.

In fact, the speculation of some facts mainly depends on logic and chain of evidence.
Nowadays, ocean shipping from the New World to the Old World takes months no matter how fast it is. In order to allow cargo owners to have a more accurate understanding of the transportation status of goods, shipping companies make a lot of route information public. When investigating key orders, detective agencies naturally send agents to collect information.
In addition, the detective agency learned about the time period when the murderer named Carl was working in the trading company and the delivery status of key orders, the time when the murderer and Mr. Molière met privately for the last time, and that the goods were likely to be sent to Frank. They also heard Mr. Molière talk about how he had bad luck for a while and had some "small problems" in his business.
After adding up several conditions and filtering according to the shipping time routes involved, Inissa quickly found the only solution in her mind.

Now that the key orders have been locked, the next step is to check the storage and transportation conditions of the goods in the orders.
The murderer's group is not American agents, and it seems that there are not many members, so their energy is limited.
If the murderer wants to tamper with the goods, the opportunities they have to do it should be limited. It is best to focus on checking the freight warehouses involved to see if there were any "temporary workers" who suddenly joined or left the warehouse during that period. It is estimated that there will be some results in nine out of ten cases.

As for Mr. Molière, he was not the target of the detective agency.
Although he looked more like a so-called "middleman" or "white glove" and probably not a professional spy, Wayne was still a little hesitant as to whether he should sell him to Mr. Walter, the head of counterintelligence who actually managed the state's postal system, as a gift to the state's dignitaries.

The intelligence was almost gathered, but the guy refused to reveal what the problem was with the key order. However, Wayne already knew that the goods were trauma supplies such as hemostatic drugs and bandages. He guessed that there must be extra "ingredients". I don't know which of Frank's troops suffered the loss.
So since this guy couldn't dig out much new useful information, it seemed unnecessary to force him back for interrogation, so they quickly prepared to retreat. Instead of continuing to accompany him for a drink and chat, they might as well go back and sleep for a few more hours.

It's just that this guy's alcohol tolerance is not very good. He starts to feel weak after drinking only a little.
Wayne was kind enough. Even if he really wanted to sell him out, he couldn't just leave him in the bar, lest the waitress saw him and kicked or stabbed him, which would have been a waste of such a female knight.
So Wayne helped him to the alley next to the bar and called his coachman to pick him up.

……

There are three steps to loading a drunk into a carriage.
First he opened the car door, then helped the drunk in, and then... then Wayne saw a black muzzle of a gun pointing at his face.

The drunken look on Mr. Morrie's face disappeared instantly. He waved the gun slightly, motioning Wayne to get in the car as well:
"Who are you? You know too much about me, and what happened tonight is very strange. This can't be a coincidence, and I don't believe you are a reporter from a newspaper."

Ah this...

Inissa and Lina are not far away over there, and there are agents attached to two carriages. Are you sure you really want to do it?
Although the feeling of being shot in the head is indeed quite painful in my impression...

Wayne obediently got into the carriage under gunpoint and closed the door cooperatively. Even if he had to fight, he would try not to be shot in the head, otherwise it would be too shameful for the "boss" of the detective agency.

When asked, he chose to tell half the truth, after all, this would appear most natural:

"Well, I'm actually a private detective. Someone asked me to investigate you. They thought there was something wrong with the goods order you signed with a trading company. I hope I can figure out some of the details."

The muzzle of the gun shook again, "Who is it? What's the situation?"

"It's about the warehousing, transportation, and safekeeping of the goods during the process. As for who the other party is, I'm sorry, according to professional ethics, I cannot disclose the customer's information." Wayne replied.

Mr. Molière thought for a moment, "Did Gene arrange for you to come?" Wayne answered truthfully, "I don't know anyone named Gene."

"Very good," said Mr. Molière, nodding slightly, "I don't know him either."

After seeing the other party's tinkering, Wayne withdrew his previous opinion. This guy didn't look like a clean "white glove".

There was no warning from spiritual intuition, and I wasn't sure if he was a Beyonder. If a fight broke out, I didn't know if he would be able to withstand it.

But if the other party is really a professional agent, then the play I just performed seems a bit clownish.

Moreover, even Inissa and Lina were involved, which was equivalent to several of the detective agency's strongest forces showing up in front of him, and he always felt that he had lost the initiative.

Wayne was trying to guess the opponent's actual combat power and looking for an opportunity to dodge his gun, but he didn't expect the guy to put away his gun himself:
"Go back and tell the person who hired you that not everyone can be messed with.

"Since you spoke up for me in front of Historia just now, I will let you go this time. If you come to bother me again next time, you won't be so lucky again."

Wait……

So you haven't reacted yet?

Is it true that the beauty trap has such a strong effect?
Wayne cautiously tried to press further, "Can I have more information to report back? I know there must be a problem with one of your previous batches of goods, and I hope to understand the reason. Ah, please don't get me wrong, this is not directed at you, and I don't doubt that the problem lies with you."

Mr. Molière, who was about to draw his gun again, seemed a little impatient:

"How can I know why something went wrong? I have been following normal procedures. If it is an internal investigation, then let them come directly with instructions.

"But if you keep pestering me, I have plenty of ways to make you disappear. I don't have to stay in Richmond forever."

This guy looks like more than just a small fish...

Wayne tried to send a friend request, trying to stabilize the pole first:

"If that's the case... Mr. Molière, do you mind if I help you investigate and clear your name?"

(End of this chapter)