New Gods of North America.

Chapter 529 Hyena
Just as Lina took Shock to the carriage and gritted her teeth to make a trip overnight to confirm the safety of the babies,

In the grand theater on the other side of the city, Senator Walter was enjoying music in a luxurious box with a good view.

As a large city that developed early and is now quite prosperous, Richmond has a fairly complete infrastructure for "upper class entertainment facilities". Unfortunately, compared with places like New York City, it has not cultivated any well-known dance troupes or performing artists. It is more of a "wealthy stop" for outsiders' touring performances.
Therefore, the price of tickets for performances often fluctuates between "hard to get" and "limited time offer".

Fortunately, luxury boxes are usually rented on an annual or quarterly basis, with a high premium, which is one of the motivations for theaters to actively invite star troupes or masters to perform.

When it is difficult for wealthy or middle-class people from other places to get tickets, inviting interested guests to their own boxes to enjoy the performance together is actually a way for local wealthy people or bigwigs to show their status and bring them closer together.

However, compared to those who are keen on showing off their artistic taste or who really like performing arts, Mr. Walter's regular appearance here is more for the convenience of work.
The subordinates who knew the inside story knew that he didn't mind being disturbed at this time. One of them knocked on the door and said something, and after being allowed to enter, he walked into the box on the soft carpet.

The performance tonight was a classical opera, the kind with several high school and middle school bass singers standing in front of the symphony orchestra in turn. The main point of appreciation was not the "picture",

Mr. Walter did not open his eyes, still half lying in the soft chair, and just asked lightly: "What's the situation?"

"It seems that the cathedral has obtained enough evidence from the detective agency. But according to our analysis, the investigation of the assassination case can only be traced back to me through my subordinates, and it will not have any direct impact on you, sir.

"After the failed attempt to destroy the evidence, I have changed my strategy according to your instructions. I will no longer be lenient with that detective agency. I have already made arrangements here. As soon as the time comes late tonight, both places will launch operations at the same time. The plan..."

When Mr. Walter heard this, he raised one hand and said, “I don’t want to hear the details. Since you are here at this time, what problem have you encountered?”

The subordinate lowered his head slightly: "The previous Frank merchant has escaped the ambush. This time, the bodyguards around him are very professional. We suffered several casualties. It seems that it is not feasible to use his identity to convict the detective agency.

"And my people discovered that quite a few people were secretly following the detective's movements. The identities of two of them were beyond our expectations. Their sources pointed to the Fisk family - they were probably sent directly by Samuel Fisk."

Seeing Mr. Walter open his eyes and look over, the subordinate quickly added, "According to our investigation, Samuel Fisk's youngest daughter is currently studying at the 'College'. She is in the same class as the detective, and the two have some semi-public private interactions."

The box was quiet for a while, and Mr. Walter's fingers tapped slowly on the armrest of the chair, but soon stopped:

"Your actions will remain the same, but you should try not to attack Samuel Fisk's men unless they are in the way. Since he is not her public fiancé, Samuel Fisk may not attach much importance to Wayne.

"Let the people who are doing the operation bring voodoo items. If they fight with them, they can lead the Fisk family to the Underground Railroad.

"As for that detective agency, do it cleanly and don't let others get in on the act again. How many people they kill is secondary. We must make others understand that our people are not someone that outsiders can easily investigate. Otherwise, other wild hyenas will smell blood in the future and be easily incited."

"Yes!" After receiving clear instructions, the subordinate immediately turned around and left. He gently opened the door of the luxury box again, but did not close it quickly, as if time had stopped.

Mr. Walter noticed something was wrong, turned his head and saw a man wearing red gloves standing outside the door, confronting his subordinates indifferently. His slightly fat body almost completely blocked the door frame.
Judging from the corners of his clothes sticking out on both sides of the door frame, he was not the only one outside.

Mr. Walter's pupils shrank, and he stood up vigilantly, "Peter Clemenza? What does it mean that Corleone sent you? Where are the guards? Come here quickly!!!"

"Don't worry, I'm not here to do anything to you."

As he spoke, the subordinate quickly fell down and was then dragged out by someone outside the door frame.

After the man in the black leather jacket walked into the box, his face regained its lively expression, looking like a harmless and cheerful fat man:
"The Bishop arranged for Tom to come out tonight to relax, but unfortunately we didn't buy the tickets, so we just told Tom about your generosity. You don't mind sharing your box with him, do you?"

"What is Corleone trying to do?!" Mr. Walter asked.

"Hush! I'm just going to deal with some internal church affairs. Tom doesn't know what happened tonight yet. He might think he's here to get information from you. Mr. Walter, you'd better not tell him about my visit."

People who usually look cheerful often look unhappy once they stop smiling. "Or you can let me accompany you, but then you probably won't be able to leave by yourself after the opera."

Mr. Walter did not back down. "Corleone has clearly crossed the line by threatening secular people! Not to mention the political and military circles, even the bishops of the church will not allow such behavior."

The other party shook his head slightly, and gently wiped the black leather jacket with his crimson gloves, leaving a water stain of indistinguishable color:
"This is not a threat. The bishop said that he would abide by the convention and promise, but in an emergency, he would not mind accidentally hurting people who are in the way. You'd better cooperate.

"I'm still very busy tonight, so you can make your statement now. The bishop told me that he is still willing to believe in your credibility and will not play those useless tricks after the promise. You should understand what the bishop means and be careful about your words and deeds."

Mr. Walter frowned and tried to confirm, "Where are my bodyguards?"

The other party did not answer, everything was said without words.

His butt softened and fell back into the chair. After a few probing words, Mr. Walter had already made a vague guess about the overall situation:
"I will be here to watch the whole show, but this matter will not end so easily. America is not the Old World, and the church is far from the Holy See of the past."

A few seconds later, the door of the luxury box was gently closed by the person guarding outside, and no one responded to this conversation.

(End of this chapter)