James' eyebrows were deeply sunken. The expression of a police detective was very intimidating to the gangs in the city, but in fact, what James was thinking had nothing to do with the 'general' in front of him.
Coulson is right, these are special times. After meeting Crowley with Anthony, Zach, and Benjamin on Monday, although the two humans left early, whatever happened next to the vampires and werewolves had an effect, and the crime rate in Barton City began to decline.
The scope also began to shrink, and the restless events that originally spread across Barton City converged and returned to normal frequency. However, in the North and Southeast Districts of Barton, the restlessness in this area surged, that is, gang fighting became more and more intense.
Barton City is different from the city where James originally lived. The size of gangs in the city has always been controlled to the scale of social gangsters. Perhaps it is related to the history of Barton City. The real urban resources are in the hands of the gangs in the West District of Barton, resulting in social chaos. Gangs cannot develop.
Most of the time, the Patton Police Department ignores this area. It's not laissez-faire, but it's just that there's no need to take care of it. It's laissez-faire. Even if they are allowed to toss around, nothing big will happen. Occasionally, bad incidents will happen. It's just an individual arrest.
Crowley seemed to have discovered this trait and began to focus her actions here. This was a good thing for the entire city of Barton. And the people here seem to be particularly easy to be instigated. There are more and more 'fights' between blocks, and there is no need for bloodshed. The Barton Police Department has been forced to send more police officers to start monitoring this place.
The appearance of James and Coulson means that a vicious murder has occurred. 'War' between neighborhood gangs sets new high in Barton history.
The 'General' smiled and had a helpless expression, "You have already come in, and you can go out again. In any case, I have already talked to the police. If someone wants to cause trouble, I have no choice." He adjusted He sat up and leaned towards Detective Coulson with a smile on his face, "Actually, I have been trying to find an excuse to join this 'melee'." He patted Coulson on the shoulder, "Now, you gave me Me alone."
Coulson's face stiffened a little, and he knocked the ash off his cigar. After thinking for a while, he seemed to really lose his attitude as a police detective this time, and said, "Why at this time? You know everyone's eyes are looking at this place now." .When this period of time passes, no one will care about you no matter what you want to do."
According to Coulson's truth, the public attention on the accident at the church had subsided. The timing was very 'coincidental' and allowed the police to successfully cover up the concern about the sudden increase in the crime rate in Barton City. However, a new concern appeared - the riots in the southeastern district of Barton.
These are all reported in the Barton news these days. Ordinary citizens cannot feel anything, but it is precisely because of this that the public opinions of bystanders have brought huge pressure to the Barton Police Department.
'General' looked at Coulson and smiled, fiddling with the wine glass in front of him, "This is what an old friend should say, I will follow your advice." 'General' picked up a wine glass, turned his body sideways, and said Xiang kept paying attention to the people in the front hall of the bar, raised his voice, and said to them, "We will not get involved in this muddy water."
The people in the bar received the order and continued to drink expressionlessly, doing whatever they were supposed to do.
Coulson shook his head, "Now you can tell us where this guy is, you must know."
"Wait a moment." The 'General' emptied the wine from the glass and waved his finger in front of Coulson, "The topic just now is not over yet. Just like you, when you are here, those who will find trouble already have a reason. To cause trouble. You don’t want your old friend to listen to your words and not take the initiative to cause trouble, but others will come to cause trouble for me."
The hand James just raised was held down by Coulson. If he wanted to, it would be stopped by his partner who was more senior than him.
Coulson thought for a moment, "I can do you a favor, but this time you owe me."
The 'General' smiled and said, "I owe you for the trouble you brought. Coulson, you are so funny."
Coulson stopped playing games and looked at the other person, letting the other person make their own judgment.
Regardless, it would be foolish to get involved in a gang war at a time when the Barton Police Department is focused. Regardless of whether Coulson and James come or not, the 'General' will find a way to avoid the limelight this time if he still wants everyone in the bar to be intact.
So Coulson's proposal is not ridiculous. What Coulson brings is not trouble, but an opportunity. An opportunity for the 'General' to get through this period safely.
The 'General' tapped his fingers on the empty wine glass, "Okay. I owe you one."
Coulson nodded and motioned to James again. James handed the photo out again, and the 'General' took the photo, stretched out his hand to call someone, handed the photo over, and the photo was quickly passed around the bar. When I came back again, several people came over together.
Like 'General', the person in the photo is a 'rat', but no one wants to keep an eye on the whereabouts of rats.
At the 'general''s signal, several people began to describe what they knew.
This is not a novel story, the man in the photo is a typical person, wandering around several gangs spreading rumors and starting fights. Crowley's methods are very old-fashioned, but effective. But in the process, he 'maybe' crossed the line and left a body behind, so he was targeted by the detectives from the murder team.
James and Coulson already knew most of the information told by the 'General's men, and they reorganized the timeline and sequence of events.
"Saw him go into the skull not too long ago."
This was the last piece of information. James and Coulson did not thank these guys who were already equivalent to 'informants'. Coulson motioned towards the 'General', "Pay attention."
This is not a warning, but a reminder. Coulson did not avoid the 'General' when compiling the information. Judging from the information now known, neither the police nor the gang members can see what the purpose of this rat is.
As usual, James knew - it was the devil, the ruler of hell, creating 'sin' in people to increase the chances of their souls going to hell after death. Even if someone believed the truth, James would not tell it.
Coulson directly used the phone behind the bar, and in front of the 'general', 'abused' his function as a police detective and dispatched a group of patrol officers to station on the street where the 'general' was. The 'general' nodded slightly, as if he owed a favor. Coulson stopped lingering and left the bar with James, finally breathing fresh air again.
The Skull Bar was not too far away. Coulson seemed to be very familiar with the streets here. He took the steering wheel and drove through a few streets and parked the car in front of the Skull Bar.
The two entered the bar again, but the scene was completely different. The two black-faced police detectives took out the photos and asked, "Where is he?"
"Sorry." The man with a skull tattooed on his neck raised his eyebrows. "Just left." He pointed to the back of the bar very thoughtfully.
"What did he do?" Coulson asked in a dry tone, obviously not as patient as he was with the 'General'. This is the attitude of the Barton Police Department towards most people here.
The man shrugged, "He seems to be in trouble himself. He comes and goes in a hurry, but nothing can be done."
"What do you mean?" James raised his chin. Originally, the two police detectives had prepared a full threat, but they didn't expect the other party to be so cooperative. However, they still don't know whether this cooperation is true or false.
"Someone is chasing him." The man waved his hand, "If you are quick, you might be able to catch up."
James and Coulson looked at each other, now they were going to divide their work. Coulson was hesitant. He was far more familiar with the streets than James, but he didn't feel comfortable leaving James here alone to ask for details. Who knows if the two of them will come back together, but the place will be empty!
James didn't hesitate, because first, there was nothing to ask further. The guy they were chasing had no motive that could be judged by human thinking, and their method was traditional provocation. Then, and most importantly, the bullets in Coulson's gun are not special.
He didn't wait for Coulson to say anything, and rushed to the back of the bar. The tattooed man turned sideways, looked at James's back, chuckled and shook his head, then looked at Coulson with an expression that said he could ask whatever you want.
James rushed out of the back door of the bar, grabbed the guy passing by, and asked if he had seen anything. Maybe James had better luck. The other party actually came up with a direction and described the characteristics of the two people.
James wasted no time and ran in the direction of someone's place in the sunshine. However, a strange feeling arose in James's heart.
"Tall, with a strong build, sleek slicked-back hair, and a black round-neck shirt, he looks like a priest."
This is how the passerby described chasing the prisoner with the same purpose as James.
James put away the strange feeling in his heart, and while running, his hand was already on the gun. The other party was a major suspect, and James had enough reason to use the gun without worrying about countless document reports later.
The direction the passerby pointed was a dark alley, and James' body quickly disappeared into the shadow of the building.
James' heartbeat increased. He knew that with his weak human strength, he could not kill the demon. The only thing he could do was destroy the demon's container, which was already dead when it possessed him.
James took out his saber with his free hand and ran deeper into the dark alley.
Red, bright red lights up from the turning point deep in the dark alley. The blue-gray building walls shine under the bright red light, and the raised stone bricks are drawn into elongated shadows. James wanted to speed up, but in the flashing red light, the explosion that seemed like an electromagnetic roar slowed him down.
James leaned against the wall and slowly leaned forward.
As if swept by flames, black ashes were blown up by the airflow from the vents at the back of the building, and traces of burning burned out at the edge of the raised ashes.
"Police Barton..." James saw the figure in the ashes. In the chaotic light and shadow, he could not tell who the other person was, so he issued a warning...
James' vision rotated as it disappeared. Above the dark alley surrounded by buildings, the sky was blocked by someone who stepped over James.
Just like a priest, really. After this thought passed through him, James fell unconscious.