"We can't leave yet?" Wes looked at James coming back with a gloomy look on his face and curled his lips.
"Okay." James locked his drawer irritably, grabbed his coat and walked out.
Wes didn't know what James was depressed about. He felt that his friend meant to share, so he followed behind him with a smile, "I can finally leave. I am a 'rookie' in the South District and I always feel uncomfortable staying here."
The expression on James's face relaxed a lot. He knew that his friend was helping him divert his attention. He patted Wes on the back and said, "You will be transferred here. The director obviously got you for this mission." Go to the South District." James looked up and looked at the upper level. People from Newton City are still here, and they will probably stay for another day to sort out information before leaving.
It's a pity that Weiss's first big assignment will not exist in the archives because of these guys in Newton.
"Once these are gone, you should be able to transfer them." James withdrew his gaze.
"Come here?" Wes smiled and shook his head, "Are you here to be your subordinate?" Wes narrowed his eyes, "Detective Lance, do you need coffee? Detective Lance, your clothes need to be washed. ?… "
"Get out of here!" James pushed Wes. Being teased about his last name by his best friend made him feel much better.
Weiss rubbed his shoulders and smiled, "It's good to be in the South District. Everyone I know is there, and I'm familiar with the South District."
James thought for a while. Due to the history of Barton, the people in the northern and southern districts were actually somewhat separated. It might be easier for Weiss to stay in the southern district. But thinking of Grande, James's face darkened again.
Approaching the main entrance of the police station, the policewoman's somewhat apologetic voice came, "Sorry, Mrs. White, I don't have the authority to tell you this. If there is any real case related to it, we will notify..."
James looked over and saw Emma Farrell. Although this hard-working little policewoman wanted to get rid of the reception desk (Volume 7, Chapter 11) and become a real police officer, it seemed that she was here.
James glanced at Wes. White's case was the weight Zach used to pressure Jason and the others to turn. It appears Zach has informed the mother.
"Farrell, let me do it." James waved. For some reason, he was always worried about leaving things that Zach had his hands on to ordinary people.
Emma breathed a sigh of relief when she saw it was James, and turned to deal with other things.
"You are Mrs. White, I am Detective Lance." James helped Mrs. White. Walk outside the police station.
Mrs. White was a little confused and still looked inside anxiously. James explained helplessly, "The police are dealing with a very important case now. I shouldn't tell you this."
Mrs. White heard the same words, which seemed to confirm something. Of course, she didn't know that the police said this in every case.
"You must be here for your son's case, right?" He walked out of the police station. James still lowered his voice.
The other person nodded.
James organized his words and found that he really had nothing concrete to say. Frowning, "The testimony has been rewritten. We will notify you when the current case is over."
"Then, is that still a robbery?" Mrs. White looked up at James, who was half a head taller than herself, with expectation or something else in her eyes.
James pursed his lips. He shook his head, thought for a moment, and then spoke with a firm tone, "The real murderer is already being arrested. We will ensure that the murderer will not easily escape their crimes."
There was a hint of relief on Mrs. White's face. The previous case was forced to be put down due to the description of Jason, the only witness, that 'it was dark at the time, he was threatened, and he could not see the prisoner's face clearly'. This time it was finally settled.
"I, um, can I see the witness?" Mrs. White seemed to know that she had made an unreasonable request.
James frowned and patted Mrs. White's shoulder comfortingly. He really didn’t understand why anyone would be willing to ask him for a commission with Zach’s style of doing things. He pushed away all the troubles, “At least not in the near future. We need to ensure the safety of the witnesses before this case is completely concluded. .”
This is true. From the police station's perspective, the real big target, the wanted portrait forged by James, is still at large. But it was destined that this person would never be caught, not even Eli, so James used the conservative term, 'recently'.
Mrs. White nodded with some disappointment, but she kept a comforting look on her face, patted James' hand that supported her, and said thank you when she said goodbye.
James nodded and said, "It's okay for Madam to go home alone."
"It's okay." Mrs. White showed a smile and pointed to a fat middle-aged woman in front of her, "I have a friend with me."
James nodded slightly, and looked at the back of Mrs. White leaving with the support of her friend, and his face sank again. Weiss observed his face, pursed his lips, and seemed to be thinking about something. Suddenly, the thinking expression disappeared and turned into a smiling face, "James (for short), although you seem to hate the Zach of Grande."
James glanced at Wes, he didn't like the beginning.
Wes shrugged, "But you have to admit, he is very powerful." Wes spread his hands towards Mrs. White who was walking away, "He took advantage of the guilt of Jason's group, plus their own attribute problems." There was a hint of something else in Wes's eyes, "prying a tight organization from its insides."
James decided to ignore Wes's praise for Grande. These things did not have Zach's name in the official report, but his James's name. As for Weiss' action report, as mentioned earlier, there will be no records of those guys in Newton City.
And of course James can sense what his friend is really testing. Unfortunately, his friend is unwilling to be honest on certain issues, so he can only cooperate cautiously.
Remember, when James didn't communicate with Wes at all, he guessed that Wes would act in a character close to his true nature. Of course, James was not prepared to say it openly until his friend was honest, as a friend. James believes that he has the qualification to hear it from the other party's mouth, which is respect.
"Jason and the others did something right, and it has nothing to do with Zach." James curled his lips, "Well, what exactly is Stone's project he was talking about? It sounds very good." It was a hint. Bar.
"Who knows." Wes's eyes drifted to nowhere. "I remember that Stone is from a family of politicians. It's nothing to do with politics anyway." He smiled. "I'm from the South Side. I have nothing to do with the North Side, and even less with the West Side. The only thing I know is It’s the word Quinn in front of the orphanage.”
James sighed without being noticed by the other party. He suddenly remembered something and said with a smile, "You know, some time ago. That Blake did something..."
A man hurried past James, his head lowered. There seemed to be no place for him to hide in the open front door of the police station.
"Seth!" James yelled!
The man who lowered his head sighed obviously unhappy, raised his head, and looked at James.
"What are you doing here!" James stared at this demon hunter, this guy who once killed a demon in front of him, and who chased him all afternoon and followed him all night yesterday.
Seth frowned, staring at James as he approached. "Send something to Coulson."
"Detective! Detective Coulson!" James corrected in a bad tone. There's still something he and this guy haven't figured out yet. Until now, he still didn't know how Seth figured out the idea of attacking his weapon as soon as he saw him.
After answering James' question, Seth walked straight to the police station.
"Stop!" James ran a few steps quickly and grabbed Seth, "I still have something to ask you!"
Seth turned around, frowning. Seeing James not speaking, he looked like he had questions to ask.
James opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know where to start. He took a deep breath, suppressing the nausea that ran through his body when he met Seth, and lowered his voice. "How do you know I want your weapon!"
Seth pointed to the air beside him.
James looked at it, his face completely gloomy, "Who is there."
"Dylan," Seth answered.
James recalled Dylan, the guy who got 'accidentally' at Smith's Warehouse.
"Why would he know."
Seth's eyes were looking somewhere, obviously listening to someone who had no sense of existence.
Weiss looked at James's increasingly gloomy expression and knew that something interracial was happening. He hugged his shoulders and waited aside.
Seth nodded to the air and looked at James again, "Grande was watched by the police. Dylan heard that you wanted to help and went to Crowley to tell her about Zach's discovery. Then Crowley Li said he was not interested in you and told him to come to me and say you would come to ask for my weapons.”
Seth actually didn’t break the sentence! This can only mean that he does not care about these things and is just conveying them truthfully.
James opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by Seth frowning, "It's none of my business, go find Crowley, I have something else to do." He turned and left. He was here to deliver photos to Coulson.
James was stunned for a long time, until Wes patted him, "Crowley? That female devil? Is she familiar with you?"
Of course, James didn't tell Wes about being raped. 'It's very familiar' seemed to hit his sore spot, "**!" He cursed, "The devil is the devil! It has nothing to do with women!"
Wes didn't know what ignited James, and raised his hand, "Okay, okay, I get it, you hate demons. Relax." Wes shook his head and smiled, "Fortunately, I will be in Nan in the future. District, it seems that with Grande’s group of guys covering me, the devil probably won’t have anything to do with me.”
James clicked his tongue and glanced at Wes, "No one is safe! No one is safe from the devil! You'd better be careful!"
Weiss narrowed his eyes, "What did she do to you?" He smiled obscenely, "You know there is a reason why we talk about the face of an angel and the figure of a devil, right? I remember you said she was a fallen angel. So it’s a bit of both.”
James clicked his tongue, glanced at Wes, shook his head, and pulled him away.
This kind of conversation that is always staggered is really speechless. (..)