The trucks driving on Route 27 looked like dark yellow moving excrement in the sunlight. Please forgive me for using such a disgusting description, because it fits the mood of the people in the car now.
As soon as the cyan smoke floated out of the cigarette butt between the white fingers, it was blown away by the airflow pouring in from the car window. The vampire leaned back in his chair sluggishly, pursed his lips, and let the smoke that was harmful to ordinary people linger in his body for a while longer.
The midday sun weakened the effect of food supplements on vampires, and as soon as he put down the bottle, the feeling of drowsiness hit him again. Although Zach had brought enough snacks, he still had to take care of the werewolf's perception and needed stimulation from external objects to dispel the drowsiness.
Also causing Zach's bad mood was Constantine. The priest should be aware that his surrender to Crowley did not make Grande happy, otherwise he would not have a ashamed expression when he saw Zach. But as he said, his actions were right for the church and for the church.
Zach no longer cares much about Constantine's secret. 'Innate' has always been like a mystery. Even outside of the holy scriptures that have been revised countless times, there are some very strange descriptions in the deleted scriptures. The souls of 'natural' angels and demons were originally saints beside the Holy Lord. After they completed miracles with the help of human bodies, they returned to the Holy Lord.
But the fact is that many such souls have ordinary lives, and some of them don't even believe in a holy bishop. For some strange reasons, they only show their specialness after belonging to heaven and hell.
If Constantine could really give the soul such specialness, then Constantine would be safe with Crowley. To a respectful neighbor, he could be safe, and Zach had nothing to worry about.
Entering the North End, the truck turns onto Bache Street. Head towards Port Massa. The old place where I met Anthony was there. This stems from what happened when the three of them first came to Barton City.
From deserted to bustling to gray industrial style, Mike sat back and looked at things and suddenly said a statement, "We went backwards through the history of Barton City and came to the source."
Zach tilted his head. Looking at the devil with a smile, he was right. The city of Barton began to develop from Beqi, which is connected to Port Massa.
The meeting place with Anthony is on the west side of Port Massa. If you add cat ears to the owl (Barton map), they are now at the top of the left ear.
People dressed as port workers sat casually next to an open-air seafood restaurant. The comfort level of the environment here is much worse than that of Noel Beach, but it will not be affected by the rise and fall of Nole stalls with the seasons. As one of the few places where you can The shop that provides alcohol in the port has a booming business all year round.
Zach soon spotted Anthony sitting under the dirty cloth shed. His table was filled with food, but the food was not for Anthony himself, who hated seafood, but for Benjamin. For a werewolf, Benjamin was surprisingly fond of crabs. Maybe he thought the sound of breaking crab shells was funny.
"Uh." Anthony glanced at Mike, "Crowley's people?" he asked impatiently. He is extremely keen on this matter. Don't forget that Anthony is one-quarter Indian. Some talent runs in the blood.
"Yes." Zach smiled, and Mike had already extended his hand. He introduced himself very politely.
Anthony grasped it and pushed the plate in front of Benjamin in disgust, "I only have one hour, speed."
Zach's eyes crossed several erected pliers. The heavy tarpaulin overhead was used to cover the cargo, which effectively blocked the sun. The vampire's discomfort eased slightly. He replenished the food with a normal lunch portion, "So anxious? It's been a long time since I've been here, can't you let me have a good feel?"
Anthony curled his lips in disgust, but still gave the vampire time to look around, eh. Reminiscing about the past.
The city of Barton is on the easternmost edge of the Federation, and further east is the ocean. This means that when Zach and Benjamin followed Anthony to Barton City, as long as two non-humans jumped on the eastward cruise ship, the current Grande would not exist.
"Okay." Zach's memory of the past was extremely short. He pushed a complete crab on the table in front of Mike, who looked very unhappy, and encouraged, "You should try it." Then Zach looked at Anthony with a smile, "First of all, I want to ask a question. Anthony, how well do you know Patton?"
Anthony stared into Zach's eyes, his lips pursed and relaxed in thought. Zach does not think that Anthony, as the mayor, does not know what is happening in Barton City, but because Anthony never shares work matters that have nothing to do with aliens with vampires, Zach really does not know what is happening to Smith. How much does Anthony know about things.
After thinking about it, Anthony looked away and said expressionlessly: "Is it Smith's business? What is he going to do?"
Anthony knew that there was no need for Zach to take care of the emotions of the mayor.
"Do you want to hear something related to alien races, or something related to the future of Barton City?" Zach would always leave the choice to Anthony. This is the prerogative of a friend.
Anthony clicked his tongue and said, "Both of them."
Zach raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Okay, Smith and Crowley are facing each other. Of course, he doesn't know Crowley exists at all." Zach gave Anthony a chance to sigh and continued, "Smith wants to We want farmers and land in the Southern District. As for why, I don’t think I need to tell you.”
Anthony's face darkened. Not surprisingly, the mayor is always more concerned about the city of Barton.
It was obvious that Anthony was angry, but he didn't seem ready to tell Zach why.
Zach shook his head helplessly, "Anthony, I have to know why. This will affect my decision."
Anthony's tone became bad. Zach is a citizen. There are certain boundaries that the mayor cannot cross. "What does this have to do with you!"
Zach didn't mind Anthony's tone and thought about it for a moment, "I have two options. One will prevent Smith from turning the South District into his private breeding ground, and will also ensure the lives of most people in the South District (replacing Crowley's actions (Push it to Quist). It was the right choice for Grande, but it also meant I was going to be protecting someone I didn’t like very much.”
Zach curled his lips and continued, "One will encourage Smith (push to Yuri), and it will affect Alice, she..." Zach frowned. Choosing to skip, "I need advice, advice from friends and the mayor."
Anthony was lost in thought.
After a long time, "Choose the second one."
Zach frowned and said the same thing, "I need to know why."
"There are things that you can't stop!" Anthony stared at Zach and then looked at Mike, "You! Crowley knows everything, doesn't she! Does she think I won't care if she does this!"
Mike never touched the crab in front of him. He looked at Anthony who was angry at him and pursed his lips and nodded.
Anthony sighed and shook his head, "Let me tell you!" He seemed to give up, "The first one you mentioned is Quest, his resistance is very..." Anthony shook his head again, this was sad. As if Quest wasn't worth it, "That's stupid!"
Zach felt uncomfortable for the first time. Did Anthony mean that even the Grand House was stupid? If so, when Smith transformed the South Side into what he wanted it to be, and Grande's secrets were exposed because of the South Side's excessive attention, was it a smart decision for the vampires to slaughter the city
Anthony looked at Zach's raised eyebrows and sighed again, "What Smith is doing. It can't be stopped."
"Why?" the vampire asked again.
"Think carefully about Zach!" Anthony kept shaking his head, "Do you think Smith dares to bring the things he did underground to the surface. Just because of his status in Barton City?!"
Zach frowned, indeed, that's what he thought. Even if Smith planted illegal plants in the South District and was discovered, he could escape without any injuries, but the unlucky ones were those in the South District. Would someone with a secret want to live in a yard that could catch fire at any moment? Zach didn't want to.
"No!" Anthony stared at Zach. "Medical, medical marijuana!" It seems that even Anthony has trouble speaking this new term. "Have you heard of this thing? No! Very good, very soon. You can hear it everywhere!"
Anthony's emotions were very confusing. He didn't know whether he was angry or sad. The various emotions were mixed on his face, making it impossible for Zach to accurately understand the tone that Anthony wanted to express.
"WTF?"
"Hmph." Anthony suddenly leaned on the short backrest with a look of giving up, "What the hell? Aren't you very familiar with Quinn? Why don't you ask? What, what, play, meaning!"
"Quinn?" Zach found himself completely behind schedule. "Anthony, I need to be specific."
"Be specific?" Anthony shook his head, "Okay." Anthony crossed the table and pressed one hand on the back of Zach's neck. He pulled him closer, and his flat shirt was pressed against a pile of debris created by Benjamin. "Why are we Coming to Barton City?”
Zach frowned and looked at Anthony. This guy was impatient to recall the past before, but now he wants to bring it up
"You want to come to Barton City. Quinn will be your comfort in the battlefield."
Zach said. The previous scene seemed to come back to the eyes. While scrubbing the wounds, the young soldiers subconsciously touched their waists to make sure that in the most relaxed situation, they would not have no chance to resist. They pretended to be relaxed and talked about what they would do after the war was over, and then imagined whether their former home had changed.
What they like to talk about most is that in their 'home', there is a family named Quinn, who take care of the children who have lost their relatives and provide shelter for the injured soldiers. Quinn was the warmest thing they could think of on the cold battlefield.
"Hmph." Anthony's face was right in front of Zach's eyes. The middle-aged Anthony could still vaguely see the young look he once held tightly with his rifle, "Shit Quinn! Shit comfort! Everything is a benefit, The interests of those bastards in the West End!”
Zach suddenly remembered that when he first visited Quinn Manor, Mrs. Quinn said that she decided not to keep a low profile anymore. What did she do
Zach's question didn't last long before it was answered.
Mrs. Quinn began to promote legal medical use with the goal of doing something for those soldiers who were wounded and wounded on the battlefield... everyone knows what it is. Of course, Mrs. Quinn's kindness once again captured everyone's hearts, but for Mayor Barton, Anthony knew that this former soldier, he knew, was just whitewashing Smith.
West End shit. (..)