At noon, the bone-tingling sucking sound was isolated by the stone walls of the basement of the Grand House, and Zach was immersed in great satisfaction. Only Benjamin, who was sitting at the table, occasionally frowned and stepped on the ground with his feet under the table, asking the vampire to be quiet.
He didn't plan to come back at noon, but James received a call from Coulson. He was worried about whether Coulson would do anything, so he had to keep an eye on it. So Zach couldn't continue to stay in James' attic. He was already groggy and was asked not to stay in Georgina's cafe, so the three of them had to return to the South District.
Vampires' gluttony is partly due to 'discrimination'.
What's special is that Lyon also appears in Grande's restaurant. 'I want to make sure my people are properly preserved! 'These are his exact words. It can be seen that there are still dirt stains on his sleeves. He went to the North Park to dig holes with Matthew and just came back.
Alice was still busy in the kitchen, and 'James' was sitting at the counter, looking in one direction with his eyes, not sure whether he was in a daze or thinking about something. Grand House may be a good place, the aliens have more or less liberated their disguises.
When Zach returned to the office with a new look, he called Kim, Daniel, and of course Mike. In fact, there was no detailed plan, just to enter the hospital, replace Wells with King, and drop the prosecution. Then it won't be long before Wells loses his identity as a prosecutor and will no longer be protected by the police. His medical expenses will no longer be paid by the court.
But since time won't be too short, Zach wants to make sure the three people in front of him can handle all situations.
"Danny, Kim." Zach smiled and looked at the two new members of Grande, "You know, if you don't want to, you can refuse."
"It's okay." Danny said after returning from yesterday. His mood wasn't very high, and now he just shook his head, "If I'm of no use, I'm not worth staying here."
Zach raised an eyebrow, and while he wouldn't require everyone in Grande to be useful, the Phantom Man's perspective didn't hurt. As for gold. He had already shown by his actions that he didn't care about being involved in any of Grande's affairs. At this time, he just continued to chew the egg roll on the plate with an expressionless face.
Zach nodded and looked at Mike, "What about you?"
"Crowley has already confessed, and Wells can be taken care of by us." The darkness in Mike's eyes slowly flowed. The devil's communication system is really convenient. It's a pity that Seth doesn't belong to them yet, otherwise Zach wouldn't have to go to prison.
Zach was a little surprised, "This surprises me. Since when has Crowley been willing to do this kind of charity? She knows that it is impossible for a guy like Wells to have faith, right? He is a persistent speculator."
Knowing all of James Lance's memories, Crowley also knew about the existence of Wells, so it was really rare that Crowley was willing to devote her energy to taking care of the leftovers that had been played by Papa Midnight.
Mike pursed his lips, looking like he was hesitating to speak. Zach thought for a moment. Sighed about Wells' future. Forget it, it's not something he can stop. Speculators are like rats. Always head to the 'shady' sewer.
"So Jin, if you are ready, you can go at any time." Zach looked at Jin.
"Yeah." Jin, who was still using James's appearance, said favorably, and the only sound left was the sound of chewing.
Zach waved his hand, dismissed the three of them, and picked up the phone. A faint pink finger flicked between the turntables. The prison was not a library, and visits required an appointment.
"Warden Steve!" Zach's tone was very high, maybe because of the abundant blood flow in his body, or because he had to mobilize enough emotions to talk to this guy.
"Zach! My favorite guy!" The voice on the other side of the receiver was equally loud. It seems that the trouble in the prison yesterday did not affect the warden's mood at all (heavy rain washed out the drainage pipes, Chapter 7), "Why are you in the mood to greet an old friend! I know that yesterday's visit made you miss me! Right? !”
"Oh, don't make me admit it." Zach responded with a smile, "But I have a grudging request, and I'd like the warden to allow it."
"Don't be shy! My friend! I've never been shy!" The person on the receiver told the truth. Do you still remember the 'Warden's Honor Display' that was spread all over the place? "What is it? I'm very happy to help!"
"I will remember it!" What else could Zach do besides follow this emotion? But don't think of our vampire as a guy who just follows other people's lead. "Ha, but before that, you sound happy? Did something good happen?"
"You really understand me!" The voice in the receiver became even happier, "I'll give you a few chances to guess! I think our little guy must have mentioned it to you!"
Little fella? It was the overweight prison guard.
Zach smiled, "Well, I guess, the city allocated money for sewer repairs? Is that right?"
"Hahaha! You understand me very well! You know that I am bent on creating a more comfortable life for our prisoners!"
Zach couldn't help but feel sad for Anthony and the prisoners. He shook his head slightly, but still smiled, "Of course. You are the best warden. But speaking of our little guy..." Zach's tone was slightly lower, "Yesterday, he It seems that I forgot to notify the prisoner’s family. Today, a group of people from the South District came to our mill. I wonder if Mr. Warden knows about this?”
There was silence on the other side of the phone, and Zach waited patiently. Warden Steve of Barton Prison may have control over everything in that gray facility, but outside of that, he's nothing.
"How are things now?" The voice in the receiver was low and flat, without any emotion.
"Don't worry." Zach returned to his cheerful tone, "We have solved it."
Silence again, then a burst of laughter, "Hahaha! Zach! You scared me! You cunning boy!"
"Don't say that." Zach narrowed his eyes, "Don't be too strict with our little guy. I'm sure it was just an honest mistake."
"Of course! Of course!..." Several people in the receiver said, "How can I be strict with my nephew? We are a family!"
Zach smiled and didn't answer.
"Then, uh, by the way, what did you say you needed?"
"Ah, yes!" Zach seemed to remember the reason for making this call now, "I want to meet a person in prison, he has just been transferred there."
Before the warden could speak, Zach said in a helpless tone, "I know, I know it's not the weekend yet, it's not visiting time, and he's not a relative of mine, so I'm not qualified to meet him. But. I really want to see him! I hope my old friend can help me with this? Can you?" (..)