The man was first taken to Mr. Ben Harmon's estate. As promised, Wayne let Mr. Ben Harmon chat with the "ant monster" for a while. Although Mr. Ben Harmon wanted to have a "private chat" with the two of them, But Wayne disagrees. If this guy takes the opportunity to conjure up one or two "little dots" and secretly give the employer a bite, All the people in the detective agency have worked in vain these days. And the reason we were able to catch this guy this time was because the closed room routine worked. If you encounter this "ant monster" in a forest or the wild, then you can't even think about catching it alive. As long as his "center" - who knows whether to be the king ant or the queen ant - hides in some hole or crack in the ground, even Peter won't be able to find it. So under Wayne's supervision,
As expected, Mr. Ben Harmon talked to the other party about topics such as "turning enemies into friends" and even "win-win cooperation". Wayne wasn't surprised that they could come to an agreement. After all, both sides seem to be quite smart and far-sighted - one side may think that the "Green Elf" may affect the sales of tobacco, so they do something beneficial to the public welfare and prevent problems at the same time; the other side is even simpler, since someone may raise questions that affect product sales, just kill the person who raises the question in secret. Because Wayne, the troublemaker, was present, the two of them didn't talk very directly. The "ant monster" finally gave Mr. Ben Harmon an email address so that Mr. Ben Harmon could contact "someone who can talk" directly. It is a special service provided by the post office, mainly for customers such as small private companies. By paying a certain fee each year, they can have a mailbox with a designated number in the post office, and then the customer will send someone to collect the letters regularly. There is no need to leave a contact address, and the recipient does not need to be fixed. All you need is the corresponding mailbox key. It sounds like it is very suitable for exploitation by criminals. Then Mr. Ben Harmon tried to discuss it with Wayne secretly. He wanted to ask if he could just release those people on the other side, because he felt that there was still room for maneuver in this matter. Wayne then asked him a few questions in return: "Mr. Harmon, this time it's because the attackers hired by the other party were unwilling to kill, so you are considered 'safe and sound' for the time being. "If you had died in the previous allergy incident and the traffic accident, would you still have a chance to reconcile with the other party? Don't forget, according to his confession, the people who added peanut powder to your food and caused the car accident were all arranged by them. "Besides, are you sure this person is the one who can make the decision? Can we really reconcile by talking to him?" Mr. Ben Harmon fell silent. Then he didn't say anything more about it, but went back to his study to write a letter. By the way, an assistant to the chef in the manor was fired and sent to the police station by the housekeeper. He did not admit that he was instructed by anyone, but only said that he had a conflict with the chef and wanted to cause the chef to have a "work accident." … When Wayne and his team arrived at the cathedral in Richmond,
It was already past one o'clock in the morning. Wayne originally thought that it was time to send several prisoners of the School of Life Studies along with the extraordinary materials, and then leave the detective agency and his name behind. You can then hide your achievements and fame and walk away. ——He had come into contact with Bishop Corleone before, and knew that this Bishop was the kind of person who had so many twists and turns in his mind that he could sell them, so there was no need to worry that the Bishop would not be able to see through this little thing. When dealing with important people, just keep it simple and keep the emperor in mind. But what Wayne didn't expect was that This bishop was actually still in the church late at night and wanted to summon him. Are all the bigwigs in the Holy Spirit Church so cowardly? Or does believing in the Holy Spirit allow you to stay awake? Wayne followed a monk to two large doors opening onto each other, and then at the monk's signal, he opened the door and walked in. Inside is a large room similar to a conference room. The first thing that catches your eye when you open the door is a long table. Wow, what a big scene. At this time, along one long side of the long table, there was almost a full row of people sitting. Some looked like proper parish priests, some looked like exorcists, some wore black uniforms similar to Roose Bolton's, and some looked like policemen or ordinary gentlemen. Opposite them, in the center of the other long side of the long table, there was only one person sitting. It was Bishop Corleone, the administrator of the Virginia Diocese. The atmosphere in the meeting room didn't seem very good at this time. Wayne was also a little confused. You guys are having a meeting. Why did you ask me to come? "Ah, Wayne, you're here." Bishop Corleone spoke in his slightly hoarse voice, and then waved to Wayne, "Come here and sit next to me." Isn’t this inappropriate…? But at this time, Bishop Corleone's hand was still raised. The people sitting in the conference room were like dead fish, and no one offered any support. So Wayne could only walk past in silence. He sat in the seat next to Bishop Corleone, but he was afraid to even fill the seat. "Wayne, I heard that you sent several members of the School of Life tonight?" Bishop Corleone looked over and asked. Wayne nodded obediently, "Yes, there were originally four people in their group, and one of them died unexpectedly during the arrest. However, they may not all be members of the School of Life, but at least the leader is."
“Then why did you think of sending them to the cathedral?” Bishop Corleone asked again. Wayne continued to answer honestly, "Last week I accidentally learned that a hidden organization was developing secretly, so I thought...send them to the church?" "Hmm... not bad. Very good." Bishop Corleone nodded approvingly. Forehead? Praise in public again? Wayne was a little nervous. If the big shot praised him in private, he wouldn't mind, but he kept doing this in front of so many people. If it were in a TV show, I feel like this kind of character would usually be sacrificed by a big shot in the next episode... Then Bishop Corleone looked at the row of people across the long table: "Wayne is a former sheriff out west who now runs a private detective agency. "He came from Kansas Parish and has been in Virginia for less than a month. He only found out about the covert organization's development last week. "So can you explain to me why an outsider was able to find and capture members of a hidden organization within a week, while the elites of our local church have made no progress in this regard?" oh, It turns out that they were using me to praise and criticize others, and to make indirect accusations. Wayne's butt was a little more stable. In America, being used by big shots is not scary; what is scary is "love without reason".