New Gods of North America.

Chapter 515 "20%"

If we must use an analogy, then Mr. Walter is actually an "indestructible golden body" for the detective agency at this time.

It's a bit like a boss with no health bar, or a stuck character that needs to be solved through "non-combat".

Not to mention that federal senators can exempt people from most crimes, even if they do send someone to jail, they usually don't punish doctors.
They will first grant him "home bail", and in a few years, whoever is in the party may become president again, or there may be a little collusion, and as long as it does not involve treason, pardon will only be a matter of the president's signature - unless he "committed suicide" and no one is pursuing the case, it will not take eighteen years for him to become a good man again.

However, it is very difficult for a non-governmental organization like a detective agency to target someone. It does not even require a "scar" to the point of causing a scratch. Simple "verbal threats" or "using illegal means to influence the normal job judgment of members of Congress" can already constitute a felony.

It's the kind of thing where "once you get on the scale, you can't pull back a thousand pounds." If you encounter a sharp-tongued reporter with ulterior motives, you might be labeled an "enemy of the state."

But those are all political matters. If there is any headache, it will at least be the Biton family that has to worry about it first. It is not the detective agency's turn to rush to the forefront.
Although Wayne also felt that Mr. Walter was probably up to no good at the moment - even if he was not the real culprit behind the scenes, he was at least "showing off" and "venting" for the local agent organization, and wanted to "show a little color to those who dared to find the problem on them" or something like that - but there was really no need to completely piss him off.
You can't say that a big shot sent a clue, but the detective agency turned out to be ungrateful. They are a gang, and if they start to argue in public opinion, not only will Wayne have to spend extra money and energy, but it will also easily affect his reputation and popularity for no reason.

Let’s first find a way to deal with that “missing little boss” and see how deep the water is.

"I remember from the records of the City Hall that the Castallo community is not under their daily management. The jurisdiction is in the hands of the state government. They only have some routine statistics. The population data mentioned by Mr. Walter is true, but the City Hall also said in the notes that the actual resident population is likely to be higher than the statistical number, and the proportion of hidden people is estimated to be around 20%. It seems that it is not easy to find the target in there."

After Inesa was called back, she quickly began to analyze the situation.
Lina beside her was already rubbing her hands together. "Even if only 20% of the people would choose to fight with force, that would be close to people. Even among gangs, that's a very large group. This is a big job, we have to prepare well."

Wait, why is the big spider next to me starting to jump around?

Wayne was a little worried that Lina would do something wrong. "Not really. The main members of the community have legal rights to live there. Even if beating them is not illegal, there will be no reward. We don't have to resort to armed confrontation."

To use an analogy that Wayne is not too keen on using, the current situation of the Aboriginal community is probably somewhat similar to the so-called "Chinatown" or a certain "Kowloon Walled City" during the chaotic period.
From the perspective of white immigrants, it is of course a strange and "no man's land" outside the "civilized society" of their daily lives. But Wayne feels that such a place will still have order, even if it is unstable. If things can be controlled within the boundaries of "catching bad guys" rather than "ethnic conflict", the problem should be able to be resolved relatively peacefully.

And according to his experience in Blackrock Town, if things go wrong, the enemy will not just be "20%", maybe it will jump directly to "120%"...

Inissa also disagreed with the idea of using force first, but she also tended to believe that Mr. Walter's intelligence was only partially credible:
"In order to prevent any accidents, both 'peaceful contact' and 'covert investigation' may be necessary. Since he has already informed us of the location, the target is likely to have made corresponding preparations. We cannot base the safety of our agents on this assessment."

So the plan was quickly agreed upon. They would go to the place chosen by Lina to "pray to God" at night. Once the possibility of the intelligence being completely false was ruled out, the detective agency would send a few people who were suitable for infiltration to go there at night.

Even if you can't find anyone for the time being, draw a basic map first, then wait until dawn and talk to someone in the community who can take charge.

As for the financial sponsor, Mr. Morrie, even though all his bodyguards were present, he still refused to abandon Lina and leave on his own. If we didn't pamper him, it would be enough for him to have the agents guarding the house with him.

...In an era when lighting still consumes fuel, night travel is not a mainstream choice for the urban public. Not only does it cost more to travel, but it is also pitch black outside the city, and safety is also worrying.

Compared to Westerners who are accustomed to the darkness of the wilderness, or the "messengers" who need to deliver messages between towns as quickly as possible, ordinary people in the city actually don't like running around at night.

"Help—Bang!"

After seeing the fireworks rising on the other side of the bridge across the river, Wayne and his men blocked the road here as well, and then also released a signal meaning "No passage for the time being".

According to the archives in City Hall, this bridge across the St. James River is approximately 490 meters long. Because the bridge deck was not high enough at that time, many large ships could not pass through, so it also became the dividing line between "internal and external shipping" on the St. James River - the cargo of many freight ships had to be distributed and transshipped through Richmond, which in turn increased the vitality and tax revenue of the city.

The distance at which Lina could normally summon the wise sage and cause the spiritual intuition of almost all extraordinary people to go crazy and warn was about a few dozen yards. The exact distance was uncertain and seemed to be related to the environment and the "medium", but it was certain that the farther away, the vaguer the feeling.
According to the plan, she should be busy in the middle of the bridge at this time. Now she is so far away. Except for some extraordinary people with special abilities, other extraordinary people, even if they happen to be on the shore at this time, would at most feel a slight "click" and might know that something is wrong, but they may not be able to sense the specific situation and direction.

That being said, in fact, when the "wise sage" really came, Wayne's spiritual intuition was still touched, just like an experienced gunman who could tell whether it was a familiar gunshot when hearing an unusual noise from a distance.

Liam next to him was even more "shocked" and couldn't help but pat his heart. "After seeing Miss Lina's ability, even if I have prepared in advance, it is still very scary..."

Sanders, who was driving the carriage, steadied the horse and glanced at him sideways: "Not as exaggerated as you, right? The spiritual intuition was just a little bit touched. If I didn't know it in advance, I probably wouldn't even be able to find the direction. You see, 'Chameleon' is not like you."

"You have never encountered a ferocious beast in the wild, so you can't tell the danger from the howling sound, so you are not afraid..."

"I was there when our base camp was attacked last time! The pressure displayed this time was different from that time."

"This is the difference in sensitivity. Do you have to hear thunder to know that it's going to rain heavily? Serious little animals will start running away when they hear wild beasts yawning..."

Liam might have been bullied by Sanders too much recently, and even his talk back seemed a bit weak. However, Wayne looked at the reactions of several people on his side and felt that everything was within expectations. Lina herself felt that the position was suitable, so she thought it couldn't be wrong.

When a red firework rose in the middle of the bridge, everyone realized that the intelligence had been confirmed, so they quickly removed the temporary roadblocks, got in their cars and drove away, to avoid being found by night security guards such as patrol officers.

Target, Castallo Community!
Hehe, even if the police set up checkpoints in the city this time, they probably didn't expect that the people setting off fireworks would run directly to the suburbs.

This is the experience I gained after being in jail.

(End of this chapter)