New Gods of North America.

Chapter 480 Watching the Show
Late that night, the detective agency received a message from Reverend Tyrell.
The next day, Wayne arrived at a manor on the outskirts of Richmond as promised, and then met Reverend Tyrell in a guest room on the third floor of the main house.

Reverend Tyrell usually has a smile on his face. Although his old face doesn't look good when he smiles, at least people can feel that he is showing kindness and closeness.
There was no expression on his face at the moment, which made him look much more serious in contrast.

He took Wayne to the window and pointed to a carriage parked under the shade of a tree in the courtyard:
"Did you see that carriage? There are some things that my people are not convenient to investigate directly, but they are likely related to the cathedral assassination case. I need you to arrange some people who have not shown up in Richmond to follow up."

Wayne craned his neck. "Whose carriage is that?"

"do not know."

Reverend Tyrell may have sensed the suspicion behind Wayne's gaze, and he began to explain, "That was sent by Walter. The guy who came in that carriage is waiting to meet me in the reception room. I found that Walter seemed to be hiding something in this incident, but I can't be sure of his intentions for the time being."

Mr. Walter...the secret service organization in the postal system...

What? You also suspect that this matter is actually related to the locals?
Wayne quickly sorted out his thoughts and decided to find out more information first. "Why did he come here?"

Reverend Tyrell chose his words carefully:

"After I talked to Walter, he said he had some clues about the murderer and his accomplices, which he could provide to us. The person who came now should be the one who specifically handled this matter.

"From what I know about Walter, he usually doesn't easily give away chips that can be used for trading. I feel like he was a bit too generous this time."

what?
No, I also met with Mr. Walter alone. Not only did he know that the detective agency was investigating a murder case recently, but he also arranged a surveillance point near our temporary base. How come he didn't tell me any of this?

Is it because a small character like me is not qualified to come to the table and mix things up?

Knowing that Reverend Tyrell and Mr. Walter were "one of our own", Wayne tried his best to assume the best of them:

"A person I investigated was attacked last night. He is Mr. Morier, whom you met last time. Could it be that my investigation has involved the goals of the local spy organization and disrupted some of their previous plans?"

Reverend Tyrell narrowed his eyes a little, as if he was talking to himself, "So the so-called 'Frank' refers to him?"

Then Reverend Tyrell looked at Wayne again: "Is he still alive? What is his background?"

Wayne nodded, "He was slightly injured, but it's not a big deal." Then he briefly told Lina what she had investigated.

After listening to this, Reverend Tyrell quickly made a judgment:

"The Norton family probably doesn't have much business with Frank right now. Walter is willing to push him out, which shows that he is not very valuable in this case. It seems that the assassination case may really be related to MI7...

"You can observe the appearance and features of the person who gets on the carriage later, but it's best not to appear in the other party's field of vision for the time being. You can follow his line first and check what inside information Walter has."

Wayne didn't expect that such a small assassination case would involve so many international friends, and now even the name of MI7 has popped up.
He didn't mind following up on this new clue, but there was a small problem:

"Investigation is no problem, but our detectives who came here have all appeared in public, and there are no completely new faces who can be sent to investigate local spy organizations." Not to mention the agents who came to Richmond, even the ones who stayed in Georgeburg would not be difficult for the local spy organizations to recognize their faces.

Reverend Tyrell had a look of "Why not eat meat?" "Don't you have some hidden hands?"

Of course not. I run a detective agency, not a covert organization.
The agents only played a little role during the investigation, and they didn't really try to hide their identities at other times. You can deceive gentlemen, but you can't guard against villains.

How about you lend me another team?
Unexpectedly, before Wayne could even finish his words, Reverend Tyrell predicted:

"My staff is not suitable for investigating our own people. The internal relationships are too complicated. It's fine to carry out other tasks, but it's easy to leak information if you do this kind of thing. You still need to figure out a way to deal with this matter.

"But I have a feeling that once we can figure out what Walter is hiding, we won't be far from the truth of this case."

Well……

After Reverend Tyrell left, Wayne pondered for a long time and found that among the people currently available in the detective agency, it seemed that only Damon MacCready, Peter, and Liam were the three guys who rarely appeared in public.
If the local spy organization hadn't been paying special attention, they might have missed them.

There is really no choice, so I can only replace a few agents to guard the house...

……

"I've already arrived in the New World, why do I have to continue to fight against the local official secret organization..."

Reverend Tyrell personally sent the other party to the carriage. After Wayne confirmed the target's appearance in the manor, the carriage followed him all the way to the city of Richmond.

Wayne got off the carriage halfway and asked Sanders to continue following the target until they found the other party's whereabouts. Wayne himself returned to the temporary base to report the matter internally, and then he saw Lina starting to pull her hair.

Wayne tried to comfort her, "It's okay. At worst we can go back to the West. The postman in Black Rock is a town resident. He probably doesn't have much connection with the secret service organization here."

"That's not necessarily true..." Lina muttered again over there.

Inesa brought the topic back to the point:
"So the local secret service organization actually knew the identity of the assassin and had information about their gang. Then why didn't they tell the church about the clues after the cathedral launched the investigation?"

"It should be because of the factional differences between the so-called 'South' and 'North'." Wayne tried to express his opinion.

According to the "building manager", no, according to the memory of Reverend Pycelle in the little octopus's mind,
The local churches in Virginia have already had some "separate views" in this regard. Since Mr. Walter is closer to Reverend Tyrell and his men, his relationship with the cathedral may be more ordinary. If it is not necessary, he may not take the initiative to provide clues.

Maybe it will be just like when the Monkey King made trouble in Heaven, it looked like a bunch of big guys were there, but in fact there were only a few names who really contributed, and the main message was "it's enough to save face."

As for the specific situation, I guess those who are involved in it know it better.

(End of this chapter)