Laura rushed out of the door. Zach and Benjamin, who had just returned to Grande, were sitting in the van. They watched the girl run to her car and opened the door angrily. With a snap, Laura's body was completely hidden in the car. It was different from always rolling down the window to say goodbye to Alice. This time, the car started and drove away from Grande, blending into the night.
Zach opened the car door, walked towards Alice who was standing outside Grande, and patted the Banshee on the shoulder, "What's wrong?"
The banshee shook her head, turned and entered the room.
Zach frowned and looked at the Great Dane King, who was walking by with his butt swaying, "Office."
Benjamin's goal was very direct. He walked into the restaurant, but there was nothing on the table. Alpha frowned and turned to the kitchen, only to see Matthew, Louise, and Danny preparing dinner, while Old Hank sat aside urging him to hurry up.
Matthew was surprised to see Benjamin back. He had not reported what he had been holding back all afternoon. Alpha looked at Matthew running towards him. He obviously had something to say, but he pointed towards the desk and said, "Tell me what you're doing!"
Matthew helplessly started to talk about what happened at noon. He hid on one side for a while just to see what Constantine was doing. Unexpectedly, when he came back, the two of them were no longer there.
Benjamin listened for a while and frowned, "Tell Zach." Alpha is not good at making assumptions out of thin air, let alone a hungry Alpha. Seeing that Matthew was getting ready to go to the office, Alpha pointed at the desk again and said, "Go after you're done!"
In the office, the Great Dane could not immediately begin to describe what he saw, because opposite Zach, across an overly clean desk, sat Crowley.
This woman actually had short hair. The golden curls curled up on his head always seemed familiar to Zach, as if a certain male statue had hair like this.
Crawley seemed happy with her look. Turning his head left and right, "David. Do you see it? How is it?"
Zach compared it and shook his head, "As long as you are happy."
Crowley was not satisfied with the answer, her smooth forehead wrinkled slightly, and her slender fingers circled her head. It's just that the short curly hair couldn't be twirled a few more times, so it fell away from her fingers, tilted to one side, and became even more messy.
When Zach shook his head more and more, Crowley pursed her lips and waved her fingers on the side of her cheek. Golden light and shadow extended from the bird's nest-like head, and the familiar long hair rested on Crowley's head. chest.
"Better." Zach stopped shaking his head.
Crowley snorted. He turned his head and looked at the Great Dane lying on the workbench on one side looking at him. The black eyes reflected Crowley's image. A shapeshifter is a guy with a very strong sense of purpose. Although Jin has some deviations, he is still a shapeshifter after all. He still hates what Mike did to him in the hospital.
"It's Mike, not me. Look away." Crowley's eyes were dark and also printed the image of a Great Dane.
Jin's breath hit the workbench and he turned his head, but one of his eyes was still facing Crowley strangely.
Crowley's eyes returned to normal. He shook his head helplessly.
There was silence in the office, and even Zach didn't smile. They all seemed to be disturbed by something disturbing.
The soft clattering sound was the sound of the vampire getting dinner for herself. Crowley looked at the slowly rising red plane and was the first to speak, "Let me find a mutually beneficial method."
The whirring stopped, and the cork was inserted back into the mouth of the bottle, making a chirping sound. Zach picked up the wine glass. He made a gesture to continue.
Crowley frowned, "I will not give up control of Smith."
The red plane that had descended a third of the tilt was swaying in the wine glass. Zach looked at the rippled dinner and said, "Then we have nothing to talk about."
It's the devil who takes threatening photos without making people aware. It was the devil who gave the order to record. It was the devil who called and threatened Smith.
Weird? No, the weird thing is the city of Barton. Real gang members are like gangsters. One step away from falling to the bottom of society. If there were not those homeless people at the bottom, they would be at the bottom. But those criminals who were notorious in other cities could only lead a group of thugs in a smoky tavern in Barton City.
The strange thing about Barton is not that their mayor is friends with a vampire, but that everything in this city, whether light or dark, is controlled by a small group of people in the West End!
Among them are Quinn, a philanthropist who has almost become a monument, Stone, a political family with connections throughout the state of Massachusetts, Patton, a leader who has been turned into a concept at the top,... and others like Smith, who are hidden in the background. In the dark, um, drug lords, building materials? It's just a tool that can transport 'product' around.
I remember saying that Crowley was a breath of fresh air in this inexplicable world.
Yes, this demon decided to take over what should be under his control. Or maybe she just had enough of Mary's Church, which had no atmosphere at all, and the dead-end southeastern part of the North District.
"You." Crowley stared into Zach's eyes and said word by word, "You are the last Toledo! How could you be so..." What Crowley wanted to say was, how could you be so weak! Subjugated to humanity! But she couldn't finish.
"The last one?" Zach raised his eyebrows, "I don't think so anymore."
Crowley pursed her lips and lowered her voice, "You know."
Zach tilted his head.
"They have nothing..." Crowley closed her mouth. She realized that it was useless to say this. It would only make Zach think more highly of herself.
Zach glanced at Crowley, he didn't want to continue this topic, "Do you really want to find a solution that we both agree on?"
Crowley crossed her arms, leaned on the seat, and made a matter-of-fact expression.
"Then you should start talking, from beginning to end."
Crowley didn't like Zach's tone, but both of them were people who valued commitments and had peace agreements, so they couldn't fight.
Crowley's narrative is uncomplicated, and Crowley, who has thoroughly studied Barton's history, began to look for reasons for the Southeast's malaise. The expansion of the church was a very convenient means. When the application forms from all over Barton City were placed in Mary's Church, Crowley had the relationship tree of all these people.
If you or your relatives or friends have contributed to the church, priority will be given to recruiting new church members.
But this is enough.
No one would believe what a complex network their families were, not the people like Quinn and Barton, but the people who served them, the people who were called servants, and how much they knew about them. The master's business.
'Stone donated xx, xx...', 'Quinn...', 'Smith...'
Among these things, it is not just the last name that comes first, because many of them were collected by these servants and donated together with their masters. And in different application forms, start staggering.
When such an intertwined network was completely displayed in front of Crowley's eyes, Crowley clearly sorted out the relationship map of those people in the West End.
When unrelated people meet, Crowley finds what she wants.
Why is Smith Barton City's largest building materials company associated with an unknown food truck restaurant? Why did Smith's employee, an ordinary transport driver, know a professor of chemistry at Newton University? Why does a doctor with a major in climate regulation work in a building materials company...
When unusual events gradually aggravate a certain area of this map, the devil's convenience appears.
Crowley soon discovered Smith's secret.
"I remember I asked you not to touch anyone related to the development of Barton City." Zach looked at Crowley and saw that there was no threat or intimidation, just a simple statement.
"Did I touch him?" Crowley asked, "I just let him know that someone saw his secret."
So there was a recording incident.
Zach frowned, and Crowley used this very laborious method to make Smith realize that he was under control. As mentioned before, Smith has lost, and all his secrets are completely in the hands of his hidden opponent - Crowley.
Crowley is hidden, flawless and as void as a shadow. But those recordings, the recordings that Smith has heard on the phone, the recordings that actually exist, are just to explain one thing to Smith-'Your secret has become an entity and is kept in an unknown place! Your opponent is real! I can destroy you! '
Zach's guess was not wrong. Crowley has already launched the first move to control Smith after the recording, which is the dealer. Zach doesn't know how many such peripheral members Crowley has replaced with his own demons, because there was a promise, no If you want to touch Smith, then keep the main body and leave the periphery empty.
What happened next can be predicted. When Smith's subject makes a decision that is contrary to Crowley's ideas, those recordings, if a recording is dropped at the right time, will be a huge push for Smith to make a decision that is in line with Crowley's ideas. This is Crowley's purpose.
This is what Crowley is in control of.
Crowley pressed her eyebrows and said, "You should respect everything I do." She looked at Zach, "Because of you, your Grande, your mayor Anthony, I think like a lower creature."
The lower creatures Crowley talks about are naturally humans. Using recordings to threaten them is such a humane method. For the devil, possession solves everything, so why bother? !
Zach finished the dinner in his cup. He didn't know what to say. He sincerely wanted to praise him, but it didn't seem to fit his position.
Zach shook the empty cup, "Didn't you always think that you would run into us in the process?"
There was a trace of, um, contempt on Crowley's face, "No, I didn't expect that Grande would be involved in such an interest matter."
Zach looked at the empty wine glass, and Crowley's thoughts coincided with Grande's true thoughts. Zach curled up his lips and smiled, "I didn't expect that either." (..)