New Gods of North America.

Chapter 323 Return
Almost at the same time,

The detective agency client, who used the alias "Vincent Spaulding", gave the waiter a tip that was neither generous nor stingy.

At this moment, he was eating in a corner of the pub and reading the newspaper.

Now he has changed his hair color and clothing style, looking like a low-key bounty hunter or gangster.

He casually threw a pickled oyster into his mouth and turned the newspaper over.

Then he was immediately attracted by a realistic print of a jewelry necklace, and then he quickly looked at the text below:
"…The 'Deckersburg Ruby Necklace', which was once praised by the Queen of Windsor, has been secretly sold by the Duchess…

"...This treasure is being secretly transported from Virginia to Georgia via steam train, with security provided by a small private detective agency..."

what's the situation? !

He opened his eyes wide and confirmed it twice. After a while, he realized that there was still something in his mouth that he had not finished chewing. Then he slowly put down the newspaper and continued chewing.

The pickled oysters seemed to have no taste at all.

He had actually seen clearly what was in the newspaper, but he couldn't help but take it closer and read it again, and he still found it a little unbelievable.

There may really be a "Deckersburg Ruby Necklace" in this world, but the "Duchess who sold the necklace" was completely made up by him.

Even the ruby necklace itself was a "welfare" that the boss had intercepted for everyone after dealing with the criminals who had fled the country.
This time it was just used as bait to attract Damon MacCready's accomplices, and it needs to be recovered afterwards. It has nothing to do with "purchase" at all.

The mission assigned by the boss this time was clearly just a false commission, and then to lure as many of the other party's people as possible to Georgia, where it was more convenient to operate.

There is no reason for our own people to deliberately release such news.

Could it be that some federal agency in the United States has noticed our actions?

No! He even revealed the information he made up so concretely. The source of the information might be that detective agency whose hidden identity he didn't know.
Or worse, maybe one of the companions who were evacuated has been controlled...

It seems that the boss was right. Damon MacCready has indeed betrayed the organization, this damn traitor!
The Holy Spirit Church and the American military had repeatedly cleaned up Virginia under the pretext of expelling the Hunter Association.
Due to the revelations of those shameful southern plantation owners, MI7's intelligence station here was completely uprooted, and only a few scattered contact points have been restored so far.

There must have been a deeper reason why the traitor chose to flee here. No wonder he dared to return to Georgia to retaliate against the organization.

Vincent Spaulding thought of this, carefully observed the surrounding environment for a while, then threw all the remaining pickled oysters into his mouth, drank the whiskey in the glass, and then quickly returned to the hotel to pack his luggage.

It seems that I must leave Virginia as soon as possible...

……

Wayne was discussing countermeasures with Inesa and Doug at this time.

It is one thing to be high-profile when transporting valuables, but the detectives will not stay in any place for long anyway. They are just pretending to be there and then running away. The speed at which news spreads may not be able to catch up with them.
But once the news and route are published in newspapers and “publicized”, that’s another matter altogether. There’s no guarantee that there won’t be some malicious people who have ambushed them in advance.

"Doug, is there any way you can contact Lina now?"

Wayne thought about it and realized that the current problem was that Lina and the agents might not know about this yet. If they took the steam train, they would basically be on the train during the day and might choose to stay in the hotel to rest at night. They might not even have the chance to read the latest newspaper.

If the goods are targeted by some foreign gang or criminal organization,
With Lina and a group of agents around, Wayne wasn't particularly worried about anything being lost, but he was still worried about the possibility of accidental casualties.

Doug was apparently helpless. "Parrots are not suitable for long-distance flight, and pigeons are not very useful for finding people. They are more suitable for delivering messages to specific locations, or delivering messages back to me.

“An owl can be used to find people, but its eyesight is poor during the day, so it is more suitable for flying at night... and it is very likely that it will not even be able to determine which town Miss Lina and her group will stop in along the way, so it will be very difficult to find them.

"Given the long distance and the fact that they are on the move every day, I can at best receive a message when they release the pigeons they brought back, but it is difficult to send a message back - they probably won't stay near the place where they release the pigeons."

Inessa gave a feasible solution:

"Conor and his team seem to have some connections with organizations like the Underground Railroad. As long as the route remains the same, they may be able to find or follow Lina and her team along the way and pass on the news."

This idea seems good.
So another agent who was also from the Hunter Association, had just returned to the detective agency after sending Professor Maisel, when he received a new task. He didn't even pack his luggage and set off overnight.

With the speculation and resentment of "Is there something wrong with the employer this time?", Wayne once again planned to return to the academy to spend the night.

As the carriage was moving, Connor, the driver, suddenly knocked on the carriage twice.

After opening the small wooden partition window in the carriage, Wayne heard Connor's muffled question, "Mr. Wayne, it seems that there is a carriage following us from behind. Do we need to deal with it?"

As a small town orphan with a little bit of money and the family of a well-known sheriff, Wayne was no stranger to the possibility of accidentally encountering bad guys since he was a child.

He then looked outside the carriage and saw that it was a hired carriage.

America's rental carriage is so small, and there are no strange racial talents. It's impossible for more than 30 people to come down at once, right?
So Wayne signaled Connor to take a detour and find a quieter spot to see what was going on.
He felt for the revolver on his body, then took out the family's regular lever-action rifle from the secret compartment under the seat, and checked the ammunition situation, hoping not to disturb others too much in the middle of the night.

Yes...

Since Miss Mary's factory can process rifling on seamless steel pipes, there should be no major technical problems in this era in processing a few tapered grooves in the hollow cylinder and then machining some interlocking threads at the interface.

Although the sound of the primer hitting and the bullet itself being fired cannot be completely covered up,
But silencers are not meant to "completely eliminate the sound of gunfire".

Its actual function, in addition to reducing the volume of gunshots, is more importantly to change the "timbre" of gunshots, making it more difficult for people to quickly identify the gunshots, and also making it more difficult for people to distinguish the location of the shooter.

I think we can consider customizing a batch for the detective agency.

After all, the laws these days don't prohibit people from using strange little props.

Connor thoughtfully chose a good section of the road for the other party to commit a crime and also reduced the speed appropriately.
As a result, after following for a while, the hackney carriage suddenly changed direction and turned into another fork in the road.

Wayne couldn't tell whether the fish had gotten off the hook or he was just overthinking it. There were no license plate numbers these days, and there was no one to trace it back.
Finally, the carriage resumed normal operation after searching for a while. Wayne returned to the dormitory on time and became a harmless student again.

　Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, sir~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)