The southern part of the North District of Barton City, starting from Mary's Church and going south, is the entire area considered to be the 'bad' area of Barton City.
In the west, there is Paisying District, which is peaceful but has a low per capita income. Going east from Paisin, in the area between Ogier Street and Route 7, although the per capita income remains at the same level, the age begins to decrease.
Unlike most middle-aged and elderly citizens in Paisying who can finally own a house after half a lifetime of savings, the savings of people here are not enough to maintain independent housing. Most of them rent apartments, and Daniel lives here.
Then after crossing Highway 7, after passing public facilities on the roadside such as gas stations and bus stops, and passing through a buffer area, the situation took a turn for the worse.
If you don't want to work in Barton City, but want to make extra money, and use your fists and wounds all over your body in exchange for a free life, please come here. Just pick a bar, find that imposing man sitting across from you and smoke a cigarette, offer your loyalty, and you'll find the boss.
The sea-view property in the northeastern part of Barton South was left derelict due to the influence here.
The detectives from the Barton Police Station have been stationed here almost permanently in recent days. James and Detective Coulson pushed open the door of the bar. It was only noon. The smell of alcohol and smoke that greeted them almost made them spit out the cold pizza they had just eaten!
Coulson inadvertently held down James' lower back, with great momentum! In the eyes cast from the smoke, the police detective must show enough momentum!
"It's a little early to drink these, don't you think?" Coulson opened his coat with one hand, and the police badge on his waist and the gun holster on his side flashed away. He directly took it from a muscular man beside the bar. The wine glass in his hand was about to be passed to his mouth. He smiled at the suppressed angry eyes of the other party, smelled it, and walked directly behind with the wine glass in his hand.
James followed behind, his eyes sweeping over the man with the muscular shoulders in the bar. He was not as comfortable as Coulson, and his fingers were stuck to his side stiffly.
Detective Coulson seemed to be familiar with this place and walked into the innermost compartment with a wine glass. Facing each other on the double sofa, there was a table filled with wine bottles sandwiched between them. The seats on both sides were already full of people. Coulson's free finger pointed at a nervous man sitting on the seat, gesturing for him to get out of the way.
The middle-aged man who was hugged by a woman curled up his mouth, withdrew his thick arms from around the woman, smiled and lit a thick cigar. The woman next to him consciously took the bottle and began to pour the wine herself.
The man who was looked at by Coulson pursed his lips bitterly, and finally gave up his seat.
"Didn't you see there's another one of us?" Coulson stood still and looked at the other person on the seat.
The man looked at Coulson indifferently, then looked at James behind Coulson, and finally looked at the 'boss' opposite. After receiving the order, he also gave up his seat.
Coulson waved to James impatiently and sat on the sofa. He put the wine glass to his lips and took a sip, frowning and complaining.
"What's going on with these people? I haven't been here for too long? I don't have any respect." Detective Coulson was really complaining.
"Ah, Coulson." The man opposite smiled and threw a cigar, "Nice to see you too. You can't blame them. How long has it been since you came, two years? Three years?" James Shi Shi moved his body. He didn't like this scene or situation.
"Is it that long?" Coulson waved his hand casually and picked up the cigar, "If you want, I can come more times."
"Haha, there's no need for that." The man raised his finger, and the woman beside him pouted, stood up, and left the sand, "Homicide team? Not bad, of course they have no interest in people like us." The man glanced at James. ,"Who is this?"
"Lance." Coulson glanced at the other party with a half-smile, "Whether you are a real 'General' or not is up to him."
Coulson picked up the scissors on the table and cut his cigar carefully. He glanced at James and gestured to the other side, "'General', Detective Lance."
James frowned, looking at the other person's raised eyebrows and stretched out palm, but did not reach out to hold it.
After the introduction, it’s time to get down to business.
"So, why are you here?" The 'General's hand stayed in the air alone for a while, and finally retracted it. After looking at James, his eyes smiled and returned to Coulson. Before he knew the other party's intention, he wouldn't say much, "I hope it's just to catch up on old times."
"Me too." Coulson was like an old man, holding his cigar contentedly, as if intoxicated by the smoke he exhaled, "But if we have another date, it won't be a good thing if we all come here." Coulson Leaning on the back of the sand, he motioned to James.
This is a packaged version of the black-and-white face game, with Coulson, who has an 'old' friendship, and the new James, a stupid young man.
James took out a photo, pushed aside the wine bottle and ashtray on the table, and put it down, "Where is this person."
The 'General' lazily picked up the photo. This was a very ordinary man. The photo was a record of the case, so there was a large bruise on his face, but it did not affect his identification.
The 'General' frowned, put the photo back, and looked at Coulson, "What's wrong with him?"
Coulson raised his finger and said nothing. James pushed the photo in front of the other party expressionlessly again, "It's none of your business, you just need to tell us where he is."
The 'General' laughed and said, "I don't know."
"Don't be like this." Coulson smiled and put a hand on James. The conversation between the police and criminals outside the police station was usually like this. The police were testing what the other party knew, and the criminals were testing what the other party knew. The best-case scenario is that the two parties never reach a consensus, which is the need for peaceful exchanges.
"You don't want rats like this running around in your neighborhood." Coulson revealed a hint of information.
"Not in my kitchen, so I don't care." The 'General' smiled.
"Then you won't mind. Let's check your 'kitchen'." James put away the photo and looked directly into the 'general's' eyes.
"Don't be like this, partner." Coulson seemed to only be able to say this. He patted James on the shoulder, "I don't want to be caught between 'old friends' and you."
"Whatever." The 'General' looked at James and made a gesture of invitation. He didn't seem to care about the detective's threat. The reason is also very simple. The other party is from the homicide squad. He didn't kill anyone. What's there to worry about
James immediately stood up to leave.
Coulson leaned forward and pulled James, "Wait, partner, you can't just walk out like this!" Coulson pulled James back, leaned forward, lowered his voice, and looked at the 'General' seriously. , seemed to be offering sincere words of comfort.
"You don't want us to just walk out, right? This is a special time. You know we are the homicide department, and we don't want to cause any trouble. But what about the other people here? Old friends, they don't think we just want to find someone. Just murder rats, in their eyes, we are just police, what about you?"