Two blocks outside the Barton North Police Station, there is Jo's BaR. It's called the Police Bar because it's where police officers often gather after work.
"Hey! Lance (James)!" Detective Coulson walked out of the bathroom behind the bar and stared at the water stain on his pants unhappily. Everyone knows that he is middle-aged. Coulson passed by James who was on the phone and patted his partner on the back: "Who are you talking to?"
"A friend." James held the microphone, "Give me a glass of whiskey."
Coulson curled his lips and pointed his chin at the waiter at the bar: "You heard what the 'boss' said! Two glasses of whiskey!"
The guy smiled and took out two cups. The police detectives at the bar teased Coulson: "Coulson! You have a new boss! How is the treatment?"
Coulson didn't refute, sat back in his seat, and shouted to James who was still on the phone: "Hey! 'Boss'! How about you treat me today!"
James nodded helplessly and shouted to a room full of police detectives: "I'll invite them all today!"
Coulson turned back with satisfaction, "Did you see it? The treatment is pretty good!"
Now, we know how James reversed the bad impression caused by the shapechanger Jin...
"Are you an Indian?" Anthony's voice reached James' ears on the other end of the phone.
"Yes. I saw his bolo tie, I confirm. I'm just calling to tell you that I want to find this guy." James covered the phone and spoke quickly.
"Don't! Lance! You don't want to get involved with the hunter!" Anthony's tone was urgent.
"Why? City..." James turned his back, covered the microphone tighter, and lowered his voice: "Mayor! He has the skills to deal with those things! We need him! He can help us protect the safety of Barton City!"
"No! Lance! James! We don't need him!" Perhaps due to the influence here, Anthony's voice lowered and became shorter: "Believe me James, hunters have no respect for the law. ! They enforce their own rules, they are all criminals! Have you forgotten what he did to you and Coulson yesterday? You are the police! We want to protect Barton, but we don’t need the help of criminals! It’s just a zombie Ghost! You should have contacted me earlier! Salt water can kill them!"
James frowned. He was not familiar with hunters. Even half a month ago, he thought hunters were just farmers who had a unique obsession with wild deer and turkeys. Unexpectedly, this word also represents a group of professional killers who have unique skills and hunt inhumane people everywhere.
Anthony has a point. The first time he came into contact with hunters, James discovered that they were not good people.
James fired six shots last night. The location they were in was an apartment building with a large number of retail residents. It was impossible not to cause a commotion. When conducting a survey this morning, no one living in the surrounding area said that they slept too hard last night and didn't even notice anything going on outside! Such a coincidence is almost impossible!
Moreover, the Indian stunned Coulson when he came up, so that now, Coulson insists that the criminals in the missing homicide case worked as a team and he was attacked by surprise!
James thought for a while and said into the receiver: "At least I want to know who he is! Maybe, just maybe, we can cooperate."
"Hey!" Anthony on the other side of the phone sighed: "I know you won't listen to me easily! But James! You must be careful! Protect your own safety! Also, don't reveal Zach and the others! They are He is our true ally!"
"I know." James frowned and hung up the phone.
Coulson patted the bar table and urged, "One more round!"
"No need." James returned to the bar and stopped his partner, "You have to drive home later, one cup..." James looked at the two empty cups and shook his head helplessly, "Two cups are enough. ”
Coulson turned to a group of colleagues and said, "Look! This is a good 'boss'!"
"Okay." James patted Coulson on the back and helped him up. Coulson was already drunk! Middle-aged men, everyone knows...
James gestured to the clerk behind the bar to tell him that Jin had ruined most of his clothes. From yesterday to today, he was wearing Coulson's clothes and didn't bring his own wallet. He took out Coulson's keys and helped his partner out of the bar. Pushing Coulson's heavy body into the car, he walked to the driver's seat.
When James drove Coulson's car, it was only five minutes after he left Joes Bar. A man wearing a bolo tie, playing with a coin in his hand, pushed open the bar door.
"Beer." The man looked around and sat at the bar.
It is not normal for an unfamiliar face to appear in a police bar. Especially in the afternoon, drinking when the sun has not yet sunk into the horizon is not a good habit. Alcoholics who need alcohol prefer to go to bars they are familiar with.
The man didn't seem to realize that he had attracted the attention of the police detectives. He smiled and pressed a twenty-odd dollar bill on the bar and raised his chin to the guy behind the bar.
"This must be a police bar. I wonder, do you know a police detective named James Lance?"
The guy behind the bar was stunned for a moment, looking at the banknote, and then hesitantly looked at the police detectives in the bar.
"Hey!" The detectives temporarily put down their wine glasses and looked at the people in front of the bar. "You! Who are you? Do you have anything to do with Lance?" One detective put his hands on his waist, revealing the gun on the inside of his clothes. and a police badge on his belt.
The detective's tone was not friendly. Using bribes to inquire about a person's whereabouts was not an honest matter!
"Oh!" The stranger turned around, looked at what was exposed under the detective's coat, smiled and spread his hands: "I'm not looking for trouble. It seems I've found the right place, you must be James Lance's Colleagues!"
The detectives' posture did not change, staring at the guy, waiting for an explanation.
"Okay, it's my fault." The man turned to the bartender: "You can take the money, it's your expense."
The man took his beer, walked down the bar, sat at the table next to the detectives, and explained with a smile: "I'm just a stranger. I have a friend in Barton City who knows James Lance. I That friend of mine, well, I shouldn’t be like this, but he’s really not doing very well!”
The detectives relaxed a little, they already guessed the direction of the story.
"Do you know what I mean? He is Lance! The son of General Lance, I think he must be much better off than my friend! So... Hey, you know!" The man raised his eyebrows.
The detectives returned to drinking and chatting, and one detective quipped to the man: "You'll be disappointed! Lance is a detective! You can't get anything good out of him!"
The man smiled and raised his glass to signal: "That can't be like this! He is a police detective, isn't he? I'm just a foreigner. At least I can be safe by becoming friends with him! All I want is safety."
"You know, you're right!" The detectives smiled and raised their glasses: "You found the right place and the right person! We are the ones who protect the safety of Barton City! For safety!"
The man wearing a bolo tie raised his eyebrows slightly on his smiling face and raised his glass again: "For those who protect Barton's safety!"
Maybe you will wonder why this guy who claims to be an outsider but is actually the Indian hunter James mentioned would come to see Lance, so the following conversation should make everyone understand.
The detectives put down their empty glasses and waved to the bartenders. It was James's treat anyway.
"What does your friend do? Lance has just come to Barton not long ago and he has already made friends?" a police detective asked casually.
"Oh, he works at Barton Telecom, just a nobody."
The head that the detectives half-understood seemed to be the guy Coulson and the others had mysteriously protected some time ago.
The man the detective is thinking of is Fitz, and I can tell you very responsibly that this man is not Fitz, but the 'missing David'!
do you understand? Even a bit-part guy like me knows the rumors that Patton is in Paradise. It is not surprising that a professional hunter who hunts foreigners would know that David provided his people with the identity of 'the general's son'.
Anthony telling James to pay attention to his safety was not nonsense. In the eyes of hunters, James Lance, the general's son who was already a shapeshifter, was prey.