New Gods of North America.

Chapter 721 Fryer
After Wayne brought the news that "the hidden high-level Beyonder may have already left Richmond,"
Brother Merlin quickly led his men to the Erlan community, hoping to find the eyewitness who could provide firsthand clues as soon as possible.

Wayne had hoped that tonight would bring a long-awaited peaceful night to the dock area.

With the leader of the Erlan yakuza group absent and the Sailors' Gang crippled, preliminary agreements have been reached with the relatively powerful gangs such as the Rabbit Gang, the Tuto Gang, and the Black Flag Gang. Furthermore, the gangs that were previously the main troublemakers have gradually quieted down.

Jason is probably still "cocooning" (his criminal activities), the outsider twins are hiding, and there are still so many people patrolling the cathedral and the detective agency.
Whether viewed from the perspective of the gangsters or the extraordinary individuals, it seems unlikely that anything major will happen for the time being.

Unexpectedly,
The Irish community unexpectedly erupted in chaos.

At first, only yellow fireworks rose into the sky, indicating that a team had discovered something worth reporting.
This usually happens when there's a gang fight or something. Other patrol groups nearby can just keep an eye on it, or they can try to ambush the people along the way based on their direction.

Then a single red firework appeared, indicating that the situation was slightly troublesome.

In such situations, if nearby teams are available, they should proactively go to provide reinforcements. However, the urgency level is still not at the level of a "double attack" where they themselves are being targeted. It's possible that there are just too many gangsters involved, and one team can't handle them all. It won't be a big problem if teams that are too far away don't go.

The most urgent situation is a "triple trigger" or a "random trigger". In this case, the minimum guarantee is that you have encountered an extraordinary person. The more reds there are, the more dangerous the other party is, and everyone needs to provide emergency support.

However, the single red fireworks were launched only once in a row, clearly not simultaneously, yet they seemed to come from different patrol groups.
Even Wayne, who devised the code, was a little confused...

So Wayne, who was at the temporary base, was instructing Doug and Seth on how to assist with the specific arrangements for the gang meeting and some of the invitations.
Seeing this, they quickly got back in the car and headed towards the Erlan community where fireworks were frequently being set off.

When they arrived at the Erlan community,
Holy crap, a huge group of community members, instead of sleeping in the middle of the night, excitedly took to the streets. The torches and kerosene lamps they carried almost illuminated the surrounding street scene, and the noise was deafening, with people cursing and swearing. It was as lively as a temple fair during Chinese New Year.

Wayne's carriage couldn't squeeze into the crowd at this point, so he stopped in the middle of the road and got off.
Sanders, with his sharp eyes, helped to bring the guide, Ciarán, who was approaching, to Wayne. After a quick question, he finally learned what was going on.

"Just now, a few cultivators went to a gang member's house to look for someone. Because the commotion was a bit loud, some neighbors went over to check on the situation."

"When the cultivators explained the situation and the other party confessed, everyone realized that the previous dock accident was actually a gang's attempt to silence witnesses."

“Among those neighbors were relatives of the workers who died in the ‘accident,’ and they were furious on the spot. Moreover, it seems that similar incidents have happened more than once. Now, everyone is besieging gang members who know the truth and vandalizing gang property, demanding an explanation from the gang.”

Wayne quickly understood. No wonder the fireworks signal was so strange tonight—not particularly dangerous, but clearly out of control. His carriage hadn't been blocked when it arrived.

So that's how it is.

If it weren't for the fact that he happened to run into the guide, Seren, who helped translate, the crowd would be filled with foreign languages, and many people would be emotional but ignoring him. Even if Wayne had gotten here, he would probably still be completely bewildered.

After understanding the situation, Wayne quickly climbed onto the roof of the carriage, trying to get the people around him to turn their heads and turn to look at him, hoping to calm things down as soon as possible:
"Listen to me, everyone—"

“￥&%￥*%&*%￥——” the guide, Seren, shouted from the side, helping to translate.

A bunch of heads nearby were still looking towards the center of the crowd, as if someone was being beaten inside, and there were sounds of glass or wood being smashed.

"Please be quiet, everyone—"

"&%^$#%^*#￥%*%——"

Several members of the detective agency spotted Wayne standing on the roof of the car from a distance, but it was clearly difficult for them to squeeze over. They couldn't treat ordinary people as gangsters and beat them up, so they looked as helpless as a small sailboat in the waves.

"Could everyone please look over here and stop for a moment—"

"@#$%^&&**%$##——"

A few more people glanced briefly at Wayne, but quickly turned back.
Moreover, a few people a little further away were still waving their fists and shouting slogans in the crowd, their volume largely offsetting the commotion from Wayne and the guide, Ciarán.

In fact, many Irish people in the community can understand and speak the American "native language," the only problem is the degree of fluency.
But sometimes, that's just how people are. If you don't use a language they can easily understand to communicate, then in the heat of the moment, nobody will pay any attention to you. So after shouting several times and finding it useless, Wayne pulled out his gun and pointed it at the sky.

"boom--"

The background noise decreased slightly, and more people nearby turned around to check the situation.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang—"

Gunshots rang out one after another, and Wayne saw fewer and fewer "backs of heads" in his field of vision, while more and more faces came into direct view.

When the hammer clicked to a halt, indicating that the bullets had been emptied, the surrounding area finally quieted down.

"We only notified the church about tonight's events after we had investigated them."

"I believe everyone has seen what our detective agency has been doing recently. We will not cover up any criminals, and we ask everyone not to do anything too outrageous."

Because he had to shout as loudly as possible, Wayne spoke in short sentences, pausing slightly in between, waiting for the guide, Seren, to finish the "simultaneous interpretation."
Sanders wasn't idle either. While Wayne was shouting, he raised his hand and handed over a red armband. Then he snatched a torch from a guy to help "light up" the room.

While continuing to talk, Wayne was putting the thing on his arm.

Perhaps it's because Wayne has been showing his face in the community so often lately, or perhaps it's because the "red armband" is so distinctive, that these people have gradually started to listen attentively.

However, some people still raised the question: "&*%$#@^%$#@——"

The guide, Seren, quickly translated: "He said that American law has nothing to do with people like us."

"Aren't the people in our detective agency dealing with gangs lately? I even rescued a kid from the neighborhood from gangsters before."

“^$#%^*#￥%,%&*%￥&&%￥……”

To be fair, Wayne was actually happy to see these community members completely break with the Erlan gangs.

But Wayne didn't want things to get out of hand like this so late at night.

Back in Blackrock Town, Wayne was surrounded by familiar faces, and he'd never had this much trouble calling out to them.
At this moment, he also indirectly experienced the scenarios that city councilors face when they are fighting for votes. One question after another, many of which are actually the same old things that have to be said repeatedly.

Several troublemakers also appeared, shouting slogans like "This has nothing to do with you outsiders." Wayne had to suppress his blood pressure to remain civilized and patiently continue explaining.

In the end, the group didn't completely disperse; they simply made way for the people wearing red armbands. Nearby detectives managed to retrieve a few wounded gang members from a dilapidated shop and also put out the fire that had almost become a disaster.

Brother Merlin was a little embarrassed when he came over: "They are mostly followers of the Holy See. Although they wouldn't attack us, they don't listen to us much, and we don't understand each other's languages ​​very well. I didn't expect things to turn out this way."

Wayne didn't say much at this point, he just nodded.
It wasn't that he was blaming Brother Merlin and the others, but his voice was almost hoarse from shouting, and his whole throat was sore...

Damn, even a community is this troublesome.

How exactly do those career politicians manage to keep going on speaking tours around the world?

It feels like in the future, carriages will need to be equipped with small loudspeakers in addition to firearms.

(End of this chapter)