New Gods of North America.

Chapter 530 Busy
As the night deepened, darkness and silence slowly settled over the land, with only towns dotted in between.

Most people gradually fell asleep as usual, but there were also a small number of them who were destined to be busy tonight.

"Wayne in Richmond knows that the base camp is being targeted, yet you are still so relaxed. Look, those guys are hiding here at night without making a fire. Is it because they like the darkness and cold?"

In the darkness, Lina crouched stealthily in the bushes, while several home security agents were also hiding nearby and receiving training.

Damon MacCready was a little embarrassed. "It was my mistake. In fact, we had noticed them before, and they can all prove it. But because there were only one or two people before, and they were always outside our alert range, so with limited manpower, after initially judging that they didn't have much malicious intent, we didn't take the initiative to continue exploring. Basically, we just conducted routine observations once a day."

Thinking that this answer was acceptable, Lina rolled her eyes a little: "Hasn't that iron lump always been covered up? Who exposed it?"

Two-legged Peter silently raised his hand. Eight-legged Peter was now standing on his head. "It should be me. A few days ago, Miss Emma said she wanted to play, so I..."

"Then you go first later."

"Ah I?"

"What else? If you don't behave yourself now, be careful that Wayne will come back and have someone hang you from the beams."

Peter thought about the danger rankings that Liam had privately given to his bosses, and swallowed, "Okay."

……

"Sir, the noise over there seems to be something unusual. Should we send someone to check it out? After all, the carriage of George Berg Parish priest just passed by not long ago. Could there be an accident?"

"He has so many people with him. If he really gets into danger, he will send for help. The order we received is to temporarily block the road and help stop the fugitives. Other things are not within the scope of the order. Inform the militia to lift their cover according to the exercise plan and start setting up roadblocks."

"Yes!"

……

"Boss, something seems to be wrong. According to previous observations, there would be a patrol officer passing by this neighborhood about every hour at night. Today, since the sun went down, it seems that no one has been seen."

"This may be part of the plan. We have a mission to perform tonight, and perhaps our superiors are removing interference for us. When the additional personnel are in place, you will be responsible for informing them of the surveillance situation and confirming whether they have prepared voodoo items. Those self-contained action teams are always not meticulous enough. Just two days ago, a team was wiped out due to work errors."

"Is the target the closed bar on the corner?"

"Don't ask so many questions. You will know before the action begins."

……

"I'm sorry, sir. Our club is hosting a dinner. The organizer is a member of the city police committee. The guests invited are officials from the city hall and the middle and high-level and elite members of the police force. If you don't have an invitation, I'm afraid we can't let you in."

"I have an emergency and need to contact you. This is related to the security and stability of Richmond!"

"I'm really sorry, we've seen so many different reasons. Only the invitation letter will be accepted."

"Or could you help me notify Sheriff William? This is my business card, he will come out after seeing it."

"Okay. But the guests at the dinner party may be chatting privately in various places. It will take time for the waiter to find and confirm the guests. You may need to wait patiently."

……

"Old friend, why are you in the mood to come visit suddenly today?"

"It's not my father's request. He's still worried that you'll make an irrational choice, so he asked me to come over and drink with you." "Mr. Basque is still too cautious. Without the order of the Federation, my people will not be easily mobilized."

"Of course I believe you. Victor has mentioned you to me many times, saying that you have always taken care of him when he was serving in the army."

"Then why did you bring this kind of wine?"

"Hahaha, there are two cartloads of whiskey and a cartload of beef outside. What you should worry about is that the boys may have a headache tomorrow morning."

……

In a manor on the outskirts of Richmond, more than half an hour had passed since the banquet was about to begin.
However, almost no guests who had promised to visit showed up.

In the reception room, the owner of the manor, Reverend Tyrell, had already reacted. He stared at the madman beside him with wide eyes, not knowing what to say.

Bishop Corleone was sitting leisurely on the sofa at this time. He took out a small bottle of special light golden potion that was already empty and mixed it all into the whiskey in his glass.

Reverend Tyrell recognized this uncommon potion. It had a rather nice name, "Glory of the Saints".
Since the Middle Ages, the popes of the Holy See would often take this potion in advance of their last few appearances before the public in order to maintain the dignity of the "spokesperson of the Holy Spirit" when they were dying.

Although the dosage varies, it is usually the same "small bottle" - it is ineffective for people who have not reached a certain state to take it, and it cannot prolong the length of life. It can only maintain that illusory glory at a certain stage, and it will no longer be effective after that.

That is the maximum required dosage that has been tested many times in practice. Once the effect of the medicine wears off, there may be only one or two days of lingering pain at most, but the person may be called by the Holy Spirit at any time.

The faint joy was drowned in more complicated emotions and considerations. Reverend Tyrell looked neither happy nor sad at this moment: "So, this is why you want me to invite them over?"

Bishop Corleone did not answer this question. "I have already recommended you in the closed-door meeting of the bishops. You don't need to worry about the subsequent process. Although the dioceses in the western mountainous areas are generally small and far less wealthy than those in the plains, fortunately there are enough of them. I calculated that with the few votes here, the number of votes is enough."

"I offered them a promise of safety! You are making me an enemy of almost all Southerners!"

"Then you still have the power to choose."

Bishop Corleone drank the wine in one gulp, and the glass made a sound on the table. A monk walked into the reception room and held out his arm for him to stand up. "I have a few old friends I want to see. Do you need to keep me here to continue explaining?"

Although Bishop Corleone's entourage were all elites carefully selected by the cathedral, and even had his own private team,
However, due to the special invitation tonight, Pastor Tyrell also deployed a lot of extra manpower to ensure safety, but he never thought that things would develop to this extent.

He thought that "the party ending in a bad mood" would be the worst outcome of the night.

But once things reach this point, "whether to take action" is no longer a simple question of strength comparison. One side of the scale has already been placed with clear thorns and gifts, while the result of the choice on the other side is almost completely unknown.

The pastors from the South all hope that one of their own can become the next bishop, but that one may not be themselves - especially when they are linked to the cause of death of the "previous bishop".

Bishop Corleone waited for a moment, then let go of the monk's arm and walked away.

No one stopped them along the way, and the situation was not too unexpected for Bishop Corleone. "Active choice" always requires more courage than "passive acceptance", and some people obviously do not have that kind of courage.

Compared to having to clear out all of them and only being able to launch a little guy with insufficient prestige, Tyrell is at least not a bad option.

Before leaving, an attendant, at the signal of Bishop Corleone, took out a letter and left it for the butler.
Inside was a sample of the news that would appear on the front page of tomorrow's newspaper. The headline on it was:

"The conspiracy is exposed! The church's top brass rebelled, the bishop was attacked and is in a coma and is being rescued. Some of the attackers have been shot dead on the spot! The specific cause is still under investigation."

In one corner of the sample issue, there were two bulletin boards with names of names, one called "Evildoers Shot Dead" and the other called "Unfortunately Died on the Spot".
Both bulletin boards were blank, with a series of names listed below as alternatives, and it seemed that all we had to do was fill them in one by one.

(End of this chapter)