In the early morning, the shy and delicate sunlight penetrated Grande's office, and fine dust floated comfortably in the pale yellow morning light. Like a bandit, Old Hank violently pushed open the side door of the office. Anyang's dust was frightened and swirled with the airflow.
The cyan light and shadow, without a trace of dust, floated behind Old Hank, pushing open the door all the way to the office, reception room, exhibition hall, and until the creaking Grand door, going eastward.
Grande's day started when Old Hank went to get the newspaper.
But of course, Old Hank didn't know that there was a dead spirit behind him. The door he opened pushed away the colorful light surrounding Grande. Danny on the second floor stood by the window of the room, nervous. It took a while to relax.
A vampire was found on the west side of the 'Owl's wing, possibly a nest of vampires. At this time, it is too unreliable to place hope on Mayor Anthony's Indian ancestry. God knows whether the other party has the status of a legal federal citizen.
As long as you are in a federal city, you do not need a visa that represents an 'invitation'. Anthony is just the mayor, he has no right to abolish someone's legal status just in Barton City.
Now we can only hope that the other party will not cause trouble. The news that Barton is Alpha's territory has been released for three months (Volume 1). Wander, who is still lurking in Newton City, has also confirmed that the aliens (mainly demons) have already I have determined this, so no matter what the Gangaroo wants to do by sticking to the border of Barton City, I hope he can wake up a little bit. If you're not ready to wipe out the wolves and capture Barton, don't come any closer.
Danny prepared for the worst. He carefully calculated Grande's chances of winning, a Toledo and Alpha who were at least 400 years old, plus a relatively friendly fallen angel. It should be fine, it should be fine...
Just in the time it took for Old Hank to go back and forth, the morning light was no longer so delicate, and the world became brighter. Old Hank passed by the office with the newspaper under his arm, and the piercing bell rang.
Old Hank cleared his throat, his roar awakening every creature in Grande. "Who is so immoral! Calling so early! Why don't you tell others to go to bed!"
Louise sat up on the bed, blinked, and listened for a while as if she was dazed. Then she frowned and pushed the 'body' beside her, "Zach, the office phone number. It's yours." Then the woman continued. She was in a daze for a while, waiting for the blood that slowly flowed into her brain to fully wake her up, then she slowly stood up from the bed and opened the door to the room. Went to find Alice.
Zach sat up from the bed very smoothly, took out the remaining wine bottle under the pillow, and emptied it. He pouted and walked out of the room.
The vampire didn't 'sleep', he just didn't want Louise to worry, so he pretended to be sleeping. Different from Danny's careful calculation of strength, Zach said to Louise: "It's just Gangaro." Then he spent half an hour explaining what a strange bloodline Gangaro was.
The caller was patient enough and didn't hang up until Zach deliberately and slowly walked downstairs into the office.
"Grand." Zach picked up the receiver.
"Hello. Mr. Grand, my name is Wes Janet."
Zach thought for a moment. It was the person Benjamin mentioned, "You must be the person Mel introduced to sell the car." Zach smiled, "I'm glad you called."
Zach wasn't doing anything pretentious. After last night, Grande needed to find a replacement for the old truck.
"Haha." The person on the other end of the receiver laughed twice, with a hint of apology. He took it as irony because, as old Hank yelled, it was too early, "I'm at a friend's house and about to go out. I don't have a phone in my old house on the South Side. So I'm bothering you by calling so early." ”
"It's not disturbing at all." Zach shook his head while holding the receiver and looked at the old Hank sitting next to him, flipping through the newspaper. What really disturbed Grande was this old man, "I'm looking forward to your car, Mel said. It’s 70% new, right?”
"Yes." The other side of the receiver affirmed, "It's my parents' car. They didn't drive it much..." After a short silence, the other party continued, "One of them has been there for a few years. I came back to check it and it was saved. very good."
"Okay, we want to take a look." Although he had decided to buy it, there was still a necessary process to go through. Zach asked, "Should we go to your place, or should you just drive here."
Weiss on the other side of the receiver thought for a moment, and it was obvious that he was not sure that he could sell it. Although Old Mel used a 'punishment' price for those old items left over from the war, it was already a favor to be able to sell them. , he didn’t think anyone would really want this car, “Can you come over and take a look? My house is in the South District.”
"Of course." Zach took out a pen and paper, "Address?"
In a certain attic, Wes reported his address, listened to the confirmation on the phone, nodded, confirmed the time, and hung up.
"James (abbreviation)!" Wes turned back to look in the direction of the bathroom and shouted, "There is a green light on here. Is this normal?"
"What?!" Amidst the sound of water, the door was opened, and James stuck his head out, "What did you say?"
Wes pointed to an indicator light on the phone, "It's still on here, is it normal?" James Lance's phone is very advanced, don't forget it.
"Oh, that's a recording." James explained.
Weiss raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Does a civilian need such a thing?"
"We are not civilians, we are police now." James also smiled and retracted his head.
"You're too careful." Weiss said casually.
"It's never wrong to be careful." James said loudly in the bathroom, "I've only been here three months and my home has been invaded twice! Did you see the patch on the door? You would never guess What penetrated it there!"
Wes raised his eyebrows, trotted to the door, stared at a few patches and blinked, "I thought you did it on purpose! What is it? A gun?"
"Crossbow!" James poked his head out again with a full expression.
"Penetrated?!" Weiss opened the iron door, compared the thickness, and smacked his lips, "Is the security in the North District so bad?"
James' deliberately exaggerated expression paused, frowned, and retracted his head.
"Uh." Wes seemed to have remembered something, "Anthony, is he the mayor now, right?" He closed the iron door and looked at a few patches blankly, as if muttering to himself, "Isn't he also a soldier? How could Barton be like this? I thought it would be much better here."
James in the bathroom had a sullen face and said something half sincere and half against his will, "The mayor is very good. It's just that the cases the homicide department takes over are all crazy." James noticed other things in his friend's words. , "What is 'Thought it would be much better here?', Is the West a mess?"
"Very much." Weiss shook his head, "Otherwise, I wouldn't have taken so long to transfer here." He smiled and winked, "Does General Lance want to take in his son? Please introduce him to me."
James' mood improved. This kind of two-way ridicule - James is a second generation and Wes is an orphan. Such jokes can only be told by real good friends.
James walked out of the bathroom, put on the watch that was very inappropriate for his identity, and looked at the time. This was a topic that the two of them talked about in the evening.
"You'd better not get too used to it." Wes attacked James mercilessly, "I think you'll have to give it back soon!"
"Get it from my body!" James twitched the corner of his mouth and glared at Wes, "I shouldn't have told you."
Wes smiled and patted James, making a cheering gesture.
James shook his head helplessly and asked with a strange expression: "Have you made an appointment with the buyer?"
"Yeah." Wes pursed his lips, "I don't know if he will buy it yet. You have seen that old truck, no one should want it now."
"Some people like that." James had some conjectures in his mind that would make him feel bad. This was why he didn't dare to ask Wes who the buyer was. He was afraid of hearing someone who would make him feel bad. His name broke out. James shook his head, "I'm leaving..."
The phone rang. James frowned, walked to the phone, and answered, "Lance."
Coulson's voice came out, "Police station, now!"
"Now?!" James frowned even more tightly, "Why are you going to the bureau? Aren't you going to worship?"
"There's no need to pray today!" Coulson's tone was actually very happy, "There's something going on in the bureau!"
"I have something to do, too." James looked sullenly and glanced at Wes, who had begun to express his regrets hypocritically. "You can handle it yourself, I have something to do."
Coulson's tone became serious, "What can happen to you! Now, right away! Come to the bureau! Everyone is coming! The guys from Newton are coming, everyone is coming!"
The phone was hung up.
James listened to the beep in the receiver, "**!" and cursed.
Today, while his partner was going to spend time with his family for church service, James made up for it by letting Georgina go on a date for a day. And that day is an important day to meet each other's parents, so today's compensation is extremely important!
"I can accompany Georgina for you." Wes winked.
"Get out!" James said with a sullen face, pushing Wes out the door, "Hurry up and sell that junk car!"
Wes smiled bitterly, stopped irritating his friend, and asked seriously, "Is there another case? Georgina will understand."
James shook his head. He still didn't know if it was a case, but if people from the Newton Police Department would come, it would definitely not be a trivial matter. He sighed, this was where he was worried.
The reason why Georgina came to him crying on Friday night was because her father firmly opposed the relationship between the two after learning that James was a police officer. This is a very real problem, and no one wants their daughter to live in worry every day.
James knew that Georgina would understand his work, but the question was, how long would Georgina be willing to 'understand'? lifetime? (..)