After seeing at a glance what was going on behind the scenes, Wayne folded up two semi-finished products, which were about the size of posters, and put them away. He looked around and didn't see any finished products, so he prepared to retreat. Counterfeiting currency can be a big or small matter. Those on a smaller scale can barely be considered as a few artists doing "special creations". If a sheriff comes, he might be able to get everyone to raise their hands. But if the scale is large enough, like the one now, there are dozens of people in a workshop, and the semi-finished products are this big, and the stacked ones are thicker than the paperback version of the "Holy Code" standing up, if the criminals knew that their hideout had been discovered by outsiders, they would probably fight to the death. And there is an embarrassing thing: Although the acts of "counterfeiting currency" or "counterfeiting securities" are indeed recognized as crimes in the United States today, But if you look closely, At this time, no one can tell which department should be responsible for this matter... The federal agencies that Wayne was more familiar with in his previous life,
For example, the Secret Service, which is supposed to be in charge of counterfeit currency crimes, and the Federal Bureau of Investigation, which seems to be able to handle everything but is mainly active in various movie openings, have not yet been established in the United States. The law enforcement agencies that have been established For example, the police departments in each state, or the police departments in cities, or the sheriffs in small towns, Although they have the power to enforce the law against criminals within their respective jurisdictions, they can only do so in accordance with local laws or conventions. For example, in some state laws, there may not be a crime of counterfeiting currency at all... However, there is no need to rush into such profound questions. Anyway, this place is not Wayne's territory, and they only took the job of "investigating murder". Then we just need to investigate, collect evidence, and report back, and that’s basically it. As for directly raiding the criminals' lairs and then packing up the evidence, That would be another price. He returned to the small window where he had entered the large warehouse. Grapple hook, climb the wall, and jump out. Wayne had just landed. I saw a man with a lever-action rifle pointing at me a little further ahead. At his feet stood a sturdy Rottweiler, baring its teeth but making no sound. Annoying, Why would anyone keep a fierce, quiet dog like this to guard the house? "Don't move." At the same time, a hard object hit Wayne's lower back, and a sound came from behind.
Or attack from both front and back. While Wayne opened the minimalist panoramic view to observe the surrounding situation, he obediently raised his hands to his shoulders to show that he did not intend to resist. The gangster in front walked up to Wayne with a gun. He freed one hand and lifted Wayne's coat, as if to check whether Wayne was carrying any weapons. After seeing the gun pocket under the armpit, he reached out and tried to pull out the gun. At this time, Peter had already jumped down quietly, and then Lina shouted "Hey" above the heads of several people. The silhouette behind Wayne suddenly softened, and the hard object pressing against Wayne's lower back left. Wayne took advantage of the moment when the gangster in front of him was distracted and looked up, and jumped forward directly - With one hand he held the muzzle of the gun pointed at him to deflect it, and with the other hand he covered the opponent's mouth, while at the same time he raised his knee to attack directly with testicles. Lina is also a "justice from heaven\ ,"He jumped down with his grappling hook and overwhelmed the hound that was about to bite Wayne halfway. "Woo-woof! Woof woof woof!" The dog howled at first, and then began to bark ferociously. Tsk, You don't shout when you should, and you shout when you shouldn't. When Peter went over to calm it down, Wayne just happened to snatch the lever rifle from the gangster under him, forcing the gangster to lie there and whimper for the time being. Then, before the enemy's reinforcements arrive, Wayne first threw the lever rifle outside the wall, took the grappling hook handed over by Lina, and the two of them quickly climbed over the wall. The wind is strong, Bullshit—— … Inissa stood guarding a little further outside the wall with a bolt-action rifle, waiting for Wayne and Lina to pass by her. After confirming that no one was chasing them for the time being, she finally got on the carriage and sat at the rear looking back. Then the carriage continued to run non-stop towards the city of Kankers. It's strange to say, Until noon of the next day, when the carriage had already reached the gate of the Cathedral in Kankers City, no one was seen chasing after it. Wayne found a staff member next to the seemingly deserted church hall, explained that he had an urgent matter to discuss with Roose Bolton, and then, as usual, waited for someone to come and lead him inside. Lina would rather continue guarding the carriage, so after the monk who led the way came over, Wayne and Inessa walked through the deep and depressing passage again and entered Roose Bolton's office. The semi-finished counterfeit banknote was unfolded in Wayne's hands and then displayed on both sides.
After Roose Bolton understood, his eyes lit up: "Where did you find it?" "In a dyeing workshop in Riverbend Town, it is said to be owned by a town councillor. We found the equipment and tools used to print them in a large warehouse inside last night." Wayne said as he stretched out his hand to compare, "There is at least a stack of semi-finished products like this on site that is this thick." "I see." Roose Bolton held the two half-finished products in his hands, as if he was in a hurry to leave the office. "You guys take a rest here first. Priest Tywin may ask you about the situation later. As for what I promised you before, I think I will be able to fulfill it soon." "But we haven't found the murderer yet." Wayne gave him a little hint. In fact, if you don't seek to understand too much, then the reasons why some of the victims were killed may have been roughly guessed - For example, Luke might have stolen the counterfeit money from the dyeing workshop or other places in River Bay Town, and the black market dealer might be the supplier of certain raw materials. But to close the case based solely on such a "statement" was a bit too crude, even for a small town sheriff who could handle cases relatively casually. Roose Bolton looked into Wayne's eyes and said, "Don't worry. Perhaps from the beginning, the killer responsible for the crime was not important." After saying this, he shook the semi-finished counterfeit banknote in his hand: "Big people only want results. I think this result may be enough." After drinking the spicy black tea served to me, I waited for a while. Wayne also tried to sneak in a vision of minimalist lines here. The "eyes" just opened, The candlelight that almost illuminated the entire office shook at the same time, and "interference patterns" appeared on the lines in the field of vision, making the contours fluctuate to the point of being almost chaotic. So Wayne quickly stopped committing suicide. Roose Bolton then hurried back and seemed to take something from the drawer under the large desk: "Your findings have been confirmed. But I'm in a hurry to get out now, so it may take two days for me to get the things and bring them to you. But I'll do it as soon as possible." Wayne was not surprised by this. He nodded in approval, then stood up, patted his butt and prepared to leave. Roose Bolton left the office with the two men. "By the way, do I need to arrange accommodation for you these few days?" Inesa shook her head slightly. Wayne felt that Lina probably wouldn't be willing to live in the place arranged by the church. Since there might be two votes against it, he was not very insistent on it, so he chose to go with the flow. However, Wayne still left a loophole in his answer: "If arrangements need to be made, we will come back to you then." Roose Bolton nodded. His pace quickened and his figure soon disappeared from their sight.
