New Gods of North America.

Chapter 695 Background
Their intelligence network, built up over many years by local bullies.

In terms of both efficiency and depth, it is unmatched by the current intelligence team of the detective agency.

The most obvious comparison is that their informants seem to have risen to management positions at newspapers or wielded considerable power in prisons. They appear to be deeply entrenched in various fields, having known each other for years and possessing intimate knowledge of one another's background.
Some things and details that can be casually asked among "old friends" are now something the intelligence team probably can't find out even by trying to get information indirectly.

Therefore, even the casual conversations that leak out from this fake bearded man are probably more valuable than the mystical "insider information" that many people talk about:
"Actually, the matter itself is not complicated. The witness was probably incited by someone and said some things that he shouldn't have said and that many people didn't want to hear."

"So some people in the prison received the news and deliberately left a fleeting gap in the guard's watch. They couldn't be held accountable afterward, and it wasn't their fault if others missed the opportunity."

"To put it more bluntly, the witness was brought in by a banker named Schwartz, and the person he accused was Andrew Price. You can probably guess the rest, right?"

Wayne had already filled in the blanks in his mind by this point. Some things in politics that are nothing more than a few ounces on a normal day become a thousand pounds on a scale.
If people can't solve the problem, they'll go after the person who raised it.

Thinking about it this way, the Sailors Gang was probably created by that banker, Mr. Schwartz, and the fact that they've been targeted these past few days is likely related to this incident.

and many more.

"Who silenced that witness?" Wayne asked.

The man with the fake beard shrugged. "Our informants only provide information. Without instructions, they won't actively delve into such shady dealings. We usually only need to know who's behind it all. Unless we're carrying out an arrest, we don't pay too much attention to the details."

"Based on the on-site investigation report, the perpetrator should be a very strong and burly person, capable of infiltrating and evacuating in a short period of time. With the cooperation of others, there are probably quite a few people who could do this."

Wayne changed the multiple-choice question to a true/false question for the other person: "Could the killer also be Jason Wohrz?"

The man with the fake beard paused for a moment, then seemed to instantly understand Wayne's guess.
Then he raised an eyebrow: "Possibly. If that's the case, things will get interesting. I wonder what old Tyrell's reaction will be."

Wayne promptly filled in the gaps in the story regarding the fake beard: "I heard he was very angry about it and even sent Warren Leitcher to conduct a security assessment and internal audit of the monastery."

"Interesting." The man with the fake beard pondered, while subconsciously touching the base of his left ring finger.

Wayne guessed that there was probably a wedding ring there normally, but it was temporarily removed for the sake of disguise.

Then the man with the fake beard revealed some information that almost only insiders would know:
"These local Southerners have long been trying to infiltrate and control the local church. However, some people still need to be used. We were previously instructed to deal with those who clearly crossed the line, and not to investigate their usual personal inclinations too much."

"Now that the bishops are their own people, they seem to have become bolder. But just because old Tyrell tolerated some things before doesn't mean he will tolerate them continuing to do so now, much less encourage them to go even further."

"He sent Warren Leitcher to investigate, probably to force Leitcher to make a choice. To see if that guy is now on the Cathedral's side, or if he will take a different stance."

puff,
Before, you didn't care about the cost of living because you weren't in charge, but now that you're in charge, you don't like being taken advantage of anymore, right?
After a quick thought, Wayne guessed that Bishop Tyrell was probably unaware of Jason Worherz's escape beforehand.
Then he might genuinely hope that Jason Wohrz ​​is arrested or brought to justice, or even completely eliminated.

At least they had to make an appearance, or make an example of someone. However, Wayne still had a question: "Why would Jason Wohrz ​​follow someone else's orders? A level 7 Beyonder should be able to play a greater role, right? After helping him leave the monastery, all they did was let him clean up the gang. That seems a bit too extravagant."

The man with the fake beard actually pondered for a while: "The Pryor family actually has some extraordinary individuals they can assign. If I were to guess, Jason Wohrz ​​might not be completely subservient to their family; the two sides are only cooperating to a limited extent. Jason Wohrz's background isn't clean, so he's certainly convenient as a tool that can be discarded at any time."

Well……

From a broader perspective, secretly eliminating Jason Wohmer shouldn't pose any major security risks.

The remaining issue is simply the detective agency and Wayne's own abilities and how well they perform.

And whether Wayne might be "too weak to benefit from the tonic" or something like that...

……

Taking a break, I returned to the detective agency's temporary base. These past few days, the agents had been constantly moving around due to various matters. Although the Rabbit Gang had people helping out as human alarm bells for slacking off, the detective agency itself had to try and upgrade its technology.
Specifically for Doug, not only have the peregrine falcons, parrots, and owls been brought to the attic of the outpost, but even Lina's flock of crows that had managed to get a raven has been brought over.

Crows are even smarter than dogs. They can help carry messages during the day, and although their night vision is only average, they can be deployed to various high places to keep watch, acting as relatively wide-area cameras.

Their calls are distinctive and penetrating enough that the owls can quickly check the situation and then report back to the nearby patrol officers, thus reducing unnecessary back-and-forth trips.

Wayne brought the fake beard back specifically to use as a cover, to signal the agents to cooperate with his instructions, and also to have Doug help prepare the necessary supplies he needed.

As he went upstairs, the man with the fake beard glanced at Mr. Paul, who was smoking a cigar and listening to his subordinates report, seemingly a little curious: "What's he doing here too?"

"He came here to help deal with the gang. A police chief from the local police station also keeps watch here these days, but it seems he's out now."

After answering his question, Wayne thought of something else and asked in return, "I had someone investigate the mastermind behind the Rabbit Gang, and they got a whole bunch of names. Who exactly is behind the Rabbit Gang?"

Their gazes then fell upon the attic floor. The man with the fake beard was immediately drawn to a flock of birds that had turned their heads sharply in the attic, and answered casually, "They are all."

"Huh?" Wayne asked, somewhat surprised.

“It’s a shareholding system, then. The governor, the local intelligence agencies, and even old Tyrell probably have a share.” The fake bearded man nodded to Doug, who was busy in the attic. “So that Paul is actually quite shrewd. When he’s making money, a lot of people might help him with small things, but if something really serious happens, not everyone will necessarily go to the trouble of protecting him.”

"Look how clever he is this time! He even came all the way here to support you."

It turns out she was a "shrewd and charming" person who made friends everywhere.
No wonder their background is so hard to investigate.

(End of this chapter)