New Gods of North America.

Chapter 523 Cleaning up the battlefield
The battle is over, and then it is time to clean up the battlefield.

Wayne first went to see the idiot who had been picking up trouble before. After being restrained by Lina, this guy was not struck by lightning. He was tied up like a dumpling and slept peacefully. However, he should have experienced Lina's "steel wool".
Although it was not the "saw-thorn type" for killing enemies, it still looked a bit tragic. At this moment, it was as if he had just finished a fight with a group of wild cats. His exposed face and hands were covered with bloodstains, and his skin and flesh were torn.

Unfortunately, this guy's face was already covered in grease, and now he looked like a ghost, he was even more unrecognizable. Wayne poked Peter who was stepping on his head, asked the big spider to help wake him up, and took off the feather crown on his hand, revealing the short hair style that belonged to a "civilized person".

Soon their eyes met, and Wayne tried to roughly confirm the guy's identity before checking his fingerprints: "Are you York Castallo?"

"Huh, that's right. You've caught me. Are you happy now? Great Detective, do you know how many big names are involved in this matter? You'd better let me go, otherwise your investigation will only make you uh uh uh wuh wuh--"

Just confirm your identity, why are you talking so much nonsense...

Don't want to hear it.

While the other party was opening his mouth, Wayne picked up a war stick next to him and stuffed it in. Then he clapped his hands happily, stood up, and ran to see other trophies.

Although there is still no evidence for some things, after having just experienced the assassination and seeing this guy's attitude, Wayne can roughly identify the real culprit behind the scenes based on speculation. The specific motive is hard to guess, but the general direction is still there.
As a private detective who has nothing to do with the matter, it would be impolite to know too many details - if it were in the old continent when there were still emperors, he might have been silenced.

Besides, what core inside information could an indigenous person know?
It’s not that Wayne doesn’t trust the indigenous people, but he knows better what kind of people the white bigwigs are like.

Back to the grassy area, the place that was struck by lightning just now was the bone stick or something in the hand of the "street dancer".

The thing has now broken into pieces. If you scrape it a little, it seems to have been a small bone staff that was polished to a point, and its shape seems a bit like a "demon-subduing pestle".

Unfortunately, just like the "street dancer" next to him who was already burnt on the outside and on the inside, there was no trace of any "lines" of extraordinary power left on the small bone staff. It was probably destroyed together with the body.

What a sin! I feel like this should be an antique.

Maybe it can be put up for auction.

Chameleon and Liam were busy at the moment. One pointed a gun at the head of the community head and ordered the first wave of attackers to stand in a row. The other dragged the second wave of attackers together one by one, regardless of whether they were dead or alive. They just lined them up.
Lina had gathered all the extraordinary materials she could find into a small pile, and was having the row of attackers hand in their masks one by one, like collecting homework. Her hands were already piled high with masks, and she was smiling like a waiter collecting plates in a restaurant.

The first person to arrive at the scene was Inissa, who drove a horse-drawn carriage. After understanding the situation, she took the fugitive leader, who could only hop, onto the carriage, and then helped to sort the spoils.
Wayne and his team originally wanted to contact them after they were done with their work. Since they didn't set off fireworks to call for help, it was normal for Inissa and the others to continue to stay outside to prevent people from escaping.

However, "setting off fireworks randomly" is something that only people who summon evil spirits on bridges in the middle of the night and run into other people's communities to cause trouble would do. Unless the situation is urgent, the detective agency will resolutely draw a line between itself and such criminals.
Anyway, there was a hole in Wayne's stomach before. Although it still hurts a little and the blue bar seems to be always "-1, -1, -1...", it's like it's stuck and won't upgrade. The blue bar hasn't dropped at all and it feels like it's still full - I don't know if it was because it was filled too full before, or if some strange sensor malfunctioned...

From the beginning of cleaning to the completion of sorting, almost an hour passed.
The first group of attackers were considered to have disturbed public order. After registering their names and taking their fingerprints, they were mainly criticized and educated. The subsequent handling was planned to be handed over to the police in the community. There was nothing much to say about the second group of attackers. Whether dead or alive, they were all packed into the caravan driven by Inissa. Weapons such as javelins and tomahawks were also packed and thrown on the roof of Wayne's carriage. As for the fugitive leader, he was treated better. After being tied up and gagged, he was put into the carriage and sat in the same car with the spoils that were searched.

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

The deputy sheriff who came over was very polite, so Wayne also spoke to him in a nice way:
"Our detective agency is also following the rules. This case was assigned by the Cathedral to investigate. If you have any objections, you can appeal to the Cathedral, but I'm afraid we can't hand over the relevant suspects directly to you."

To be honest, the gunshots were so loud and there was thunder.

No one in the community came to watch for such a long time, and the police only arrived at this moment. This situation is very interesting if you think about it. You might as well believe that I am Qin Shihuang than to believe you.

So we loaded the car and left. Anyone who tried to stop us would be killed. The deputy sheriff on duty was not someone who was impossible to communicate with. He asked the police officers to count the number of people Wayne had taken away. Soon they stood in a row with the row of indigenous people who were left behind and politely waved to let them go.

The two carriages were delayed for a while at the exit of the community. A community headman who did not speak the language stopped them there with several tribesmen. Because they had to wait for the translator, the conversation took a long time.
Wayne was used to using courtesy before force. When he sensed the fluctuation of spiritual power, he had already arranged the shooting order in his mind.

Unexpectedly, after the general situation was explained, the community "lizheng" was silent for a while, and actually indicated to the tribesmen that they had chosen to let him go.
Lina was so shocked that she slapped her thigh in the carriage halfway. "It would have been better if those guys had taken action. The spiritual power of the old man with the hair who led the team seems very pure. I think it's from the natural realm. The rank should be higher than that thunder weapon. Although his realm is not suitable for me, his extraordinary materials can probably be exchanged for good things. What a pity."

Inissa, who was from the Hunter Association and was a real counterpart in the field, was relatively calm: "That man looks like a leader or priest in the tribe. Such people are sometimes more reasonable. He may have wanted to protect his people at first, but after knowing that they were criminals and attackers, he still let them go. Obviously, he has more things to worry about than this guy."

Lina took the opportunity to glance at the captured little leader who was sitting in the same row with Wayne across from her, and then glanced at Wayne, "He was probably bullied by these Americans. When I was in the Old World, I heard that the natives of the New World were very brave. If they made a wrong eye contact with someone, they would rush over and say 'Ahhhh', tie someone up, and then bring him back to the tribe and skewer him on a rack for barbecue."

hiss……

Just say it, let's see what we can do...

This guy said before that he is of Aboriginal blood and has no real nationality in America. Although I should have nationality, those things are not done by an outsider like me. I have only been here for less than a year...

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

Lina was really excited: "You know what, the things in their tribe are really interesting. It seems that after ordinary people put on those masks and go through a specific ritual, they can also use specific extraordinary abilities. It's just that these masks seem to be difficult to make. The old man just now looked distressed and said that this is the 'Warrior Mask' that has been worshipped in the tribe for many years..."

(End of this chapter)