The world was shaking, that was how James felt, or at least what his head was telling him. Vertex 23S. The fastest update was of course wrong, nothing was bumping, he was just, sick.
I have never said that this guy is synonymous with health. Although he looks strong and energetic, he is still a human being, a delicate human being.
We should be a little conscious. Human beings have never been known for adapting to the environment. Look around us. We have not adapted to any environment. We change it to the extent that we, the delicate ones, can adapt. Maybe we are just lazy, at least even birds know how to run to warmer places when the climate changes. But we don't, we pick a place, we build a house, and we stay in the house we build and experience the seasons.
James' illness is the result of him following his human laziness and not staying in his house honestly and running around in the cooling climate. He deserves it.
He turned his head and glanced at the time. It was midnight. He could feel the heat all over his body without touching his skin. He didn't know if it was an illusion or something, but he felt someone talking.
After listening quietly for a while, James closed his eyes. It was Wes who was on the phone.
Wes was looking after him... that wasn't entirely accurate, Wes was looking for him. Let’s start from the beginning.
James did something wicked. At noon, James asked Coulson to find reporters and publish the list of people they were 'investigating' together, the names of those involved in the two Becky Street fire accidents. The reason why there is a list of implicated persons rather than casualties is because these people disappeared. They are just some non-mainstream gangsters. Their disappearance means nothing, they just can't find anyone.
After James asked Coulson to do what he promised was to relieve Director Darcy's worries, James turned around and sold Coulson, telling Darcy that Coulson had announced the candidate list of Eli's descendants that the Sabbat did not want to be announced.
The purpose is very simple, to get Coulson away, James can concentrate on finding Kate.
We already know that James went to find the Saint, but now it's not about James' efforts to find his girlfriend, but about poor Coulson.
After enduring an inexplicable scolding, Coulson was suspended by Darcy, and then like a mad dog, Coulson began to look for James who had disappeared. The obvious fact is that James really didn't have many friends in Barton.
So, Wes.
Call it intuition, Wes knew he had to stop the angry Coulson and find James before Coulson did. This process took no effort at all. Wes just held down Coulson who was furious at the Southern District Police Station, begged Chief Cologne to reconcile with Coulson, asked for leave to go home, and found James.
Right in front of Wes' house, like a wounded animal, with hot skin and pale lips, curled up on the front porch.
It really wasn't what friends should do, so Wes didn't even invite James into his home, so he dragged James back to James' own home.
take care of? No. Basically throw James on the bed, prepare enough water, and then there's nothing to do.
The only trouble Wes had was to call the Southern District Police Department and make up a lie to appease the angry Coulson. The rest of the time was basically spent listening to James talking nonsense.
For example, "I don't know what I did wrong!" For example, "I shouldn't be in this situation!" For example, "Why do I always end up in this situation!"
Look, meaningless. Of course Wes also tried to join in. It was obvious that his friend was in pain both physically and mentally and wanted to say something that could be comforting. But any words have no effect, or even have the opposite effect. For example, "You're not wrong in what you did. Humans should be afraid of aliens. Kate just isn't, well, strong enough." For example, "You're already good, at least better than when we served in the West. You know the truth, and that's a good thing." , right." For example, "No one said this would be easy, we are lucky, we know the truth, we know the alien race, we can choose how to face these, um, things that are not human."
I don’t know how long this meaningless conversation lasted, and James fell asleep.
Wake up again, now.
Wes didn't know who he was calling, and he seemed to be in a bad mood, "Don't be so naive, he's my friend, he's sick!" He lowered his voice, but his tone was full.
"What am I going to do? Leave him alone? Uh, be mature! Jason!"
Let's continue to pretend we don't know he's on the phone, knowing that a closeted guy like Wes won't admit to such a thing.
"Ugh! How can you say that?! I have participated in missions with him, life-and-death missions! Trouble? I should just ignore him because of a little trouble?!"
We are sure that it is the guy on the other side of the receiver and we continue to pretend we don’t know who it is. She was worried about Wes's situation.
What kind of situation? Well, how should I put it, the situation with James.
Now, I think a fact that may be difficult for everyone to accept has begun to become clear. This story did not start with a vampire who had to support a family in the midst of change. It was this, this general's son who didn't know anything at the time, who came to Patton from the west.
Who is the guy who caused countless troubles in this story? Please don’t mention Zach. Here, lying on the bed, enjoying the pain, James is just pretending to be asleep with his eyes closed, but is actually trying to eavesdrop.
Kim should have killed him.
"I know what I'm dealing with!" Wes said a little impatiently, "I dealt with it very well in the West! I can deal with it in Barton too!"
Yes, Wes admitted it to Zach, didn't he? He is also a member of the Western Sabbat. The people around James are very lucky.
"Ugh! You don't even know what you are talking about!" Wes tugged at the corner of his mouth, "This is where you and I are different! Jason!" Oh, Wes, if you keep doing this, be careful we can't pretend anymore. "You have to show everything and explain everything clearly! I don't! I don't need it and I don't want it!"
I don’t know what was said on the other side of the receiver, maybe it was off topic. Weiss waved his hand impatiently, "Stop talking!" and hung up immediately.
The space became quiet. There was no sound. With the world in turmoil, James frequently opened his eyes to check the time. After struggling for just one minute, James got out of bed holding a heavy quilt. He was really curious.
"Wes?" He glanced at Wes, who seemed to be lying on the sofa downstairs in the darkness.
"Are you awake?" A hint of uneasiness made the vague figure on the sofa move, "What's wrong? Are you thirsty? Hungry? Do you feel better?"
"Uh..." James wanted to go downstairs, but as soon as one foot was in the air, the bumpy feeling suddenly increased. Frail human being, James leaned on the armrest, "I'm hungry."
"Okay." The person downstairs turned on the light, wrapped himself in a blanket, and walked to the kitchen. "I have some pasta, just warm it up."
James watched Wes move from above, "Who were you talking to just now."
There was silence for a moment, "You heard me."
"Listened to some."
He responded closely, "Then don't ask." He looked up at James above without any kindness.
James frowned. He knew that he had used the wrong opening, but now he was in no mood to save himself. He twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "I don't understand what you mean. Cope with what?"
The lunch box was thrown into the microwave. Weiss looked at the rotating lunch box, the expression on his face changed once, and he spoke gloomily, "You, deal with you and everything around you."
"I said it." James said very slowly, illness on the one hand, emotion on the other hand, "I don't understand."
"You really, really don't have any consciousness, James." Wes raised his head and looked at James, "Can't you see clearly where you are now? You have a little consciousness, what is happening in Barton now? ?"
James' tone was also the worst in the past month, "I'm asking a question and asking for an answer! I'm not asking you to ask questions back!"
James is about to lose his friend
No, not yet.
"Okay. Then I'll give you the answer." Weiss looked back at the rotating lunch box, "Directly, without any pretense. Huh." Weiss shook his head, maybe out of disappointment, "When everyone in Barton When you are worried about your future, oh, people who know the truth, aliens, when you are afraid that you will become a slave of the Sabbat from now on, what are you doing, James?"
It’s still a rhetorical question, let’s answer it, James is looking for his girlfriend.
Wes waved his hand and continued, "Zach is gone. The only person who stood between this city and the Sabbat is gone." Wes doesn't know the truth yet, does he? Wes did not give James a chance to interrupt and tell him the truth with sarcasm, and continued, "Then the only person who was given the opportunity to choose his own future is gone, and what are you doing?"
Weiss continued to shake his head, "You are not watching Darcy at the police station, you are not watching the mind readers at Cozier, and you are not around Barton, the people you already know and are familiar with, and the aliens, helping them and yourself. , you're not even working, leaving your own partner behind! What on earth are you doing, Jaime? Or, what on earth have you done? Did you make a choice? Sabbat or Barton? You gave up and became your father , the person that the Sabbat wants you to be?”
James opened his dry lips.
Wes didn't let him speak, "Or are you just waiting for things to come to you? Then you complain, then you don't know, then you complain about your situation..." It seems that those meaningless words before are not true. Meaningless, "James, what do you expect to find you? Good things? Humph."
Ding!
Wes took the hot pasta and threw it on the counter, seemingly too lazy to serve it up. Weiss tilted his head, "Everyone who has nothing to do with you knows that you can't wait for anything good. When you are around, nothing good will happen, you will only get involved in bad things." He curled his lips and stopped talking. .
But James lowered his head and did not go downstairs. He stood leaning against the armrest with an indescribable expression, "That irrelevant person cares about you very much." For the last time, let us pretend not to know who it is.
"Tsk!" Weiss lay back on the sofa, "If you don't want to see me, fine, I'll leave early tomorrow morning. Hum, I'll leave as soon as the first ray of sunshine appears in the east..."
The words with a hint of sarcasm were not finished yet.
"My advice, leave now."
This voice is something everyone will remember.
Eli Torrido picked up the pasta on the counter, smelled it, made a disgusted face, stepped on his riveted boots, and walked upstairs step by step.
"Put down the gun." Without even looking at those behind him, Eli curled the corners of his black mouth and looked at James, who looked sickly. "James' friend, considering that we are the same kind of people, I don't want to Hurt you." The words were not meant for James, "Go home, while you still have someone who cares about you~"
While saying that, Eli did something disgusting. He cut his wrist, added some color as if he disliked the ketchup in the lunch box not being bright enough, and handed it to James, "You are so weak~ You can still get sick~ Haha, human being. So, I do Is that right? Has Zach done this too, feeding you blood to make you healthy?"
How to respond? Tell him that Zach did feed James blood, but it wouldn't be so disgusting that it was mixed into food? Anyone who wants to answer, go ahead and tell Eli.
The lunch box in front of James seemed to be frozen in space, and James did not pick it up.
"It's up to you~" Eli didn't seem to care. He put it aside and glanced at Wes downstairs who didn't obey, put down his gun and left. "Well, they are all stubborn guys~" He just sighed and waved his hand. "Don't worry about your friend, I won't typhoid him. And you are right, haha~ I am Mr. James Lance and have done nothing, waiting for the 'bad thing'~" The black nails directly pierced the thick The quilt was inserted into James' chest.
The pain was necessary, but what was also happening was James' abnormal body temperature and sickly look on his face, while he was recovering. Eli seems to be a straightforward guy.
"Haha~ Do you feel better~" He retracted his bright red finger and wiped it directly on his lips, "If you feel better, hurry up and get ready~" He turned around and went downstairs again, ignoring Weiss who moved the muzzle of the gun, "We are going to The party was very busy. The first stop was the General Rest Stop in the southeast. Haha, the coexistence agreement~Zac’s descendants are qualified to be the first ones~" He raised his finger, "But I should remind you, James , I don’t have much patience, so if things start to go in a bad direction, you’d better take the pearl that made me unhappy yesterday~ I may not be in the mood to take care of you~”
He stood straight in front of the gun, tilted his head and looked at Weiss who was tense, and said something incomprehensible, "Have you heard of my songs? You seem to be the type to like me~" The meaning was weird. He raised his hand and pressed it on Weiss's chest, "Those emotions, those anger~need to be vented~"
Wes fired his gun, he said he could handle it, he wasn't kidding, "Sorry, I have a job, a job that requires me to travel during the day. Thanks for the invitation."
"Ha! Smart~ I like you~" Eli ignored Wes and sat on the sofa, "I'll give you three minutes to get dressed, James." He crossed his legs, "You don't want to be in this kind of weather. Running around naked.”
What happens here doesn't stop with Eli dangling his legs and waiting, Wes starting to prepare to go home, and James starting to get dressed and go out without a choice. The last person to show up at James's house tonight appears.
The cyan figure floated in from the window, glanced at the three people who were already here, kept a distance from Eli on the sofa, and said without any expression, "Ele Toledo, I will give you a chance to put 'Ke Walt' to me."
Wes frowned and sped up to leave here. On the contrary, James stopped dressing and looked down.
"What?" With an incredible smile, Eli shook his finger in his ear, "Sorry, say it again, I didn't hear clearly~"
"You heard it very clearly. I have nothing to hide. The only reason why I came back to Barton is to recycle the 'Colt'. I have no interest in anything about Barton and don't want to participate. So, Eli Toredo, no matter what What you want to do in Barton, you want to do it easily, and if I, the Soul Walker, don't hinder you, this is your chance, give me the 'Colt'."
"Haha!" He seemed to be amused, "Opportunity? Ha! You are so funny, you know that? No, are all the guys in Barton so funny? No wonder Zach stays in a small town like this..."
"Are you avoiding it, Eli Toledo?" Cyan Sloan continued to speak without any tone, "You know very well that you can't keep 'Colt' in your hands, right? Sabbat, huh, Your master will ask you to hand over this weapon. Give it to me, hand over the Sabbat, which of your only two choices will it be?"
It was very obvious that these words contained elements that would provoke Eli's emotions. As a result, Eli's eyes turned red, he changed his posture and crossed his legs, and said slowly, "Are there only two choices? Haha, what if, I just want to stay in my own hands~ If you do it, you can only turn into a corpse when you see me Or the little soul walker who escaped?" Return it.
There was an expression on the green Sloan's face, and he floated back a little. After silence, he said, "You want to keep 'Colt', do you want to use it."
"What does it have to do with you?" Eli curled his lips, as if he had seen a clown.
"Okay." Cyan Sloan seemed to compromise, "Then you'd better keep Colt. You've been in the middle of the country and you know how much chaos that thing can create. You'd better be conscious..."
"Do you have anything else to say, Soul Walker?" Eli waved his hands, seeming a little impatient.
It should be, because, the simple fact is, he doesn't have a 'Colt' at all, and now what Sloane is saying here, there is only one point for him that the Sabbats thought he had a 'Colt'! It’s only a matter of time before you find him!
"No more." Sloan stepped back a little again, "You..." Sloan glanced at the three people here again, "You guys, have a pleasant night." He turned around, began to fade away, and was about to disappear.
"I have a question," Eli started. "Why do you want to recycle the 'Colt'?"
After downplaying the pause, he answered as if after hesitation, "Because it is my responsibility to have many Colts in the Federation. I can't just ignore my mistakes and let these Colts wander outside." He turned around and looked at Yi. Len, "If you had not left No's house so quickly that day, you would have known a lot of things."
Without giving Eli a chance to ask more questions, Sloane disappeared.
There is nothing to see here. Everyone knows that the soul walker's clone will return to its original form when it disappears. Do you want to know where his original form is? Come.
In his own home, into the receiver, "He took the bait."
I know, I know!
On the other side of the receiver, Zach smiled naturally, "Of course I'll take the bait~" put down the phone and looked at Zagel beside him, "The interesting things have just begun~"
Actually, it's not interesting.