Coming down from the director's office, James couldn't tell whether his partner Coulson was happy or angry.
But it must be admitted that it will be much easier for James and Coulson to handle the case with the director's permission. They no longer need to sell personal favors in exchange for information, and everything will be done in an official manner.
Therefore, Coulson directly grabbed James' notebook and prepared to go to the colleagues who had received information from James in exchange for free coffee and ask for more detailed reporting information. Didn't James say that there were four such fires in the North District, and Paising's Boone's place was just one of them.
If Coulson's guess is correct, then these former Fight Club members are extremely dangerous guys, and Coulson can't let anyone go. Let’s not create any suspense anymore. Coulson was wrong, so wrong. Those of us who watched everything that happened in Patton should know that these fires were caused by the barriers erected by the Indians that changed the laws of the world! It has nothing to do with Saint Sissi’s terrorist organization!
The only ones in Barton who are on the right track at this time are Rimmer-Eve and Lydia who have not yet appeared in front of our vampires.
However, there is nothing wrong with Coulson insisting on going in this wrong direction.
Can you think of it? How can this end? The 'cracks' created by alien races must be filled in a way that ordinary people can understand. What could be more suitable to bear the blame than the remnants of the destroyed terrorist organization
So, let Coulson do whatever he wants. As long as you don't make any other mess...
"Hey!" Coulson suddenly reached out and grabbed Chapman who was walking by. "Hey! I just have something to ask you!"
James stood aside with a gloomy expression, looking at Chapman who looked depressed. James didn't know what look he wanted to convey. Anyway, the two of them, who both knew about the existence of Barton's alien race, didn't have any tacit understanding. It didn't matter now.
"Uh..." Coulson and Chapman were much more familiar. Remember, when the case of Chapman's disappearance was first investigated, Coulson was the one who tried his best to defend Chapman, "You look like shit! How many shifts have you worked?! You haven't had a break for several days!"
Chapman glanced at James with a depressed expression and gave him a puzzled look, but the other party didn't receive it at all. Forget it, there is no tacit understanding. Helplessly pushing away Coulson's hand holding his arm, he adjusted his police uniform and said, "I'm very busy these days. Are you okay?"
"Uh." Coulson's hurried rhythm seemed to be interrupted, and he frowned, "I said you don't have to work so hard! Didn't you sell your house? Your child's medical expenses should not be so difficult!"
Chapman frowned. He didn't seem to like bringing up family matters at the police station. What's more, there is James, a person who knows some shameful truths about him, beside him. He glanced at Coulson a little irritably, "Do you have any orders? Detective Coulson?" He emphasized the title.
"Uh." Coulson looked around, and as a marginalized guy, he could already feel the glances from around him. It’s not malicious enough to be considered malicious, but it’s really not kind! He, a guy who has failed to offer anything on Southeastern issues, is the reason why everyone is busy right now.
What's annoying is that, as a result, Coulson's uselessness has turned into the idleness he is now being squeezed out of, and every move he makes as an idler. They all remind everyone why they work so hard. Bad cycle.
Coulson slapped the desk next to him with a bad expression, no matter whose it was. "What are you looking at! A case handed down by the director himself! Go and do your own thing!"
The director's permission can still be used in this way, James learned to learn.
Ignoring the reactions of other people in the police station, Coulson grabbed Chapman again, "Let's go to a quiet place to talk!"
Chapman once again looked at James with doubtful eyes, the case assigned by the director himself. This wasn't good news, and Chapman didn't want this case to have anything to do with what he was dealing with now.
Oh, that stuff Chapman is dealing with? Of course, it is the chaos in the southeast, covering up the truth, and collecting randomly abandoned corpses... but everyone needs to face up to Chapman's other identity. He is also Crowley's man, a policeman controlled by Skull's gang from the southeast, so what Chapman does is not just for the stability of the police station and cover-up, whatever you think Well, that's not the point. The point is that Chapman is still dealing with the consequences for Skower's gang!
What is happening in the southeast is chaos, chaos! The 'general' was completely destroyed! Why can Skoll be safe in the center? With the support of half the demons in his gang? Haha, human gang wars don't care if there are demons among your members, things that are only found in the holy scriptures!
Therefore, when Chapman was performing his duties as a police officer, he was still carefully cleaning away the evidence under the skeleton, such as destroying traces of weapons that could be traced to Skoll, and completely destroying some weapons that could only be traced to someone possessed by a demon. The scars that show up…
To sum up, Chapman doesn't want the cases Coulson and James are dealing with to have anything to do with demons. With this hope, he conveyed it to James with his eyes.
Unfortunately, James still failed to accept the meaning conveyed by Chapman, but James was still a little aware. He thought that Chapman should be reminded that this case was brought about by Zach's vampire. As the only two policemen in this police station who know about the existence of alien races, this right to know is still necessary, right
"Well..." James frowned and followed Coulson to a quieter place, thinking carefully about his words, "My informant, well, provided clues about this case."
Very good, a glimmer of understanding flashed in Chapman's eyes when he looked at James, but it was immediately replaced by doubts about 'demanding more' news.
James didn't quite understand Chapman's look, and said that there was no tacit understanding between the two people, not before, and not now.
James twitched his lips. He really didn't know how to express it, "Well... our North District Police Department completely ignored the fire." James pursed his lips. Is such a vague expression okay
Facts have proven, no.
Because Chapman's eyes became weird, he glanced at James, then at Coulson, and said something like this, "Fire? Then what do you want from me? I'm not responsible for patrolling Port Massa?"
Coulson stopped, "What? What did you say? Port of Marsa? There was also a fire in Port of Marsa?"
"Wait a minute!" Chapman became alert and stared at James, who looked like he had no idea what was going on. He turned to Coulson with a dark expression on his face, "What are you asking about the fire?"
Coulson blinked, opened his mouth, and looked at James with a strange expression. How could he not notice the inexplicable eye contact between Chapman and James? He just always knew that these two people were vaguely at odds with each other, so he didn't bother to ask, "No! What kind of fire are you talking about! Let me tell you what you mentioned first! "
Have you thought of it
All Coulson wanted to do was ask Chapman, who lived in Ixton, what he knew about the fires on the South Side.
And, what Chapman said, oh, it’s time to revisit a certain little thing in everyone’s memory. The death of Dylan's advanced demon who was punished by the laws of the world occurred in the secret underground industrial base of Smith's warehouse. (..)