New Gods of North America.

Chapter 545 Quagmire
Gangs are usually like this: "After beating the younger ones, the older ones will come."
Although Wayne and his team did not follow the traditional pace this time and captured the leader first, even if some things were disrupted in order, the plot seemed to be roughly the same.

In the carriage, after Wayne realized that this guy really knew the truth, he had just said his name and before he had time to ask specifically, several people with similar "bruised faces and noses" rushed out of the house where the man was arrested.
I turned my head and saw, wow,
Each of them looked like a fishman whose nest was bombed, filled with righteous indignation, shouting "Wow!" and holding lever-action rifles in their hands, which were not allowed to be publicly possessed in the city. It seemed that they had just dug out their wealth from somewhere, and they were ready to chase Wayne and "burn themselves to death together".

The list given by Reverend Tyrell should not have been reported to the police. When the detective agency was investigating the assassination case, it was a semi-official "business", but now it is strictly speaking a "private job".
So even though there were also lever-action rifles in the carriage and Wayne had a more useful bolt-action rifle under his butt, he still knocked on the partition of the carriage twice, signaling Sanders to drive away and not fight with these guys with long guns.

There are many people around at the dock, so there is no need for the detective agency to openly violate the gun control ban. At least they should lure the person to a more remote place first and then deal with him. This way it will be easier to explain to the familiar faces at the police station.

——Something like "controlled guns" is sometimes a bit like a toilet. How you use it in private is another matter, but if you take it out and use it in public in broad daylight, it is somewhat impolite.

After hearing the gunshots just now, the residents and passers-by nearby quickly went into the house or took shelter nearby, but there were still many people who stole a glance, as if they saw someone holding a toilet and trying to fight with others. They were afraid of getting the filth on themselves, but they couldn't help but be curious.

Wayne didn't want to become famous for such weird things and give people something to talk about him.

"Wait a moment!"

The one who hurriedly spoke out to stop it was the gang leader himself, whose face was slowly swelling up.

After signaling that he was "harmless" and getting a nod from Wayne, he quickly stuck his face out to the car window. Someone pulled him from behind, and he stuck his head out through the crack of the car door and yelled at his men, "I'm fine, you go back!"

Seeing that his men were still hesitant, the guy shook his head and repeated again: "Go back!"

The "fishmen" outside then began to stop one after another. Some even stamped their feet. Then someone took the lead, and the rest turned around indignantly and returned to the house. Two of them seemed to be still muttering,

Finding that the situation had improved, Wayne knocked on the partition of the carriage again, and the carriage slowly stopped again before its speed really increased.

This guy's performance was pretty good, so Wayne gave him a better treatment. Not only did he let "Soften" untie him, he also took out a handkerchief that he never used and gave it to him to wipe his face.
This guy named "James Darmody" was smart enough to form a small gang by himself. While trying to move his body a little in the narrow space between the two people, he took the initiative to explain to Wayne:

"Mr. Wayne, I've read about you in the newspaper and know that you're a great detective. Since you came directly to me with the newspaper, I believe you have basically confirmed the truth. You just want to know some of the details - I can tell you."

After a while of narration, the case itself was not too complicated.
They are nothing more than "the wrongly accused person who happened to have an argument with the deceased", "the killer who took the opportunity to act secretly", "the sloppy investigator", "the self-righteous witness", and "the jury who felt they had seen the truth".

But Wayne's focus is, "Why kill him?"

The little gang leader, who had always known everything, now spread his hands and said, "I don't know either. I was just asked to do it."

"Who ordered you to do that?" Wayne asked.

James Darmody shook his head. "I don't know. I have never tried to find out the identity of the person who contacted me, and that person may not be the real instigator." Facing Wayne's gaze, James Darmody shrugged his shoulders:

"Indeed. Someone sent the target and the deadline to attack to my bedroom, and also told me in the letter that in exchange, he could help me settle the case I was facing at the time and even give me a certain degree of asylum.

"In fact, the police suddenly stopped investigating the murder of one of my subordinates the day after we received the letter. We didn't dare not take action. During this period of time, no one really paid attention to us in many matters.

"I don't know who the other party is, but he must be a powerful person - the same goes for you, Mr. Wayne. You came here in person to ask, and I chose to tell you the truth out of respect for you.

"But if it comes to court, I would rather plead guilty than admit these words. According to the law, there is definitely insufficient evidence in this case. Even if a great detective like you takes action, I will at most be imprisoned for a long time. Maybe I can be released in a few years, and by then the gang may still be there - but I don't want to die."

Wayne pondered for a moment, "I can also destroy your gang."

"Of course." James Darmody didn't seem to doubt it. "The newspapers have introduced your situation. Your detective agency has more staff than many small gangs, and you were appointed by the bishop to investigate the case. You have a strong background. Only two people were sent today to pull me out. The quality of the personnel is obviously much better than ours.

"But the fact that you studied fingerprints and bloodstains so carefully shows that you are a person who values evidence and respects the law. Some people never care about that when they take action. And no matter how powerful you are, you can't let my family and my men be hanged. This is not a difficult choice."

Wayne continued to probe further, "Did the other party threaten you like this?"

The gang leader smiled and said, "People who truly live in the shadows will not be frightened by verbal threats. I didn't intend to tell you, but a severed human ear was sent to my bedside table along with the letter.

"It came from another gang leader who was clashing with us at the time. I've seen the earrings on it. After they disbanded, the territory has now been taken over by us. I guess people who don't cooperate will become like that. They won't even give me a chance to explain themselves. I don't mean to belittle you, but you're obviously not the same kind of person as us."

Damn it, why is this happening again?

Wayne's thoughts had gone a little further at this point. At least in this case, the contents of the list given by Reverend Tyrell were accurate, but it was still far from the "truth".

Does Reverend Tyrell hope that our detective agency can cut off the external "tentacles" of certain people, or does he hope that the detective agency can also dig out the people behind them?

If we all do this, it will be a huge quagmire.

However, there was nothing much to talk about with this little gang leader. Wayne looked at his expression and replied calmly, "This kind of ecology is not healthy and does not have the conditions for sustainable development."

(End of this chapter)