No one takes the crooked thing James is holding (a police badge chewed by a Great Dane) seriously, but they have to back down because James still has a gun. Although James didn't even turn on the safety, it was still possible to shock these 'tricksters'.
When Zach was in the office, supposed to get straight to the point and discussing funeral arrangements with Mrs. Donna, James below, under the somewhat curious gaze of Mo by the window, began to perform his police duties beyond the bounds.
A fight in a public place, even if it fails, can still be regarded as an instigation crime. James witnessed the whole process, so he separated the crowd in a clear manner and pulled out five middle-aged Donnas.
What James needs to do is to provide preliminary education and mediation. This little farce that happened in Grande can be considered a complete solution. Of course, if the attitude of these people is too bad, he can directly take them to the police station.
This has crossed the line. James is a police detective in the North District... In fact, he has no right to take care of the affairs of the South District. Moreover, he doesn't know what external reason he used to come to Grande. This Law enforcement in such emergencies is always embarrassing, so he expected these people to mediate well.
Since the first day at Barton, has anything ever gone smoothly for James
"Suddenly, we are the bad guys?!" a certain Donna shouted, "We just want our mother to listen to us! Is this wrong?!"
"Listen to your opinion?!" Another Donna yelled back, "Just for my opinion, do you need to chase Grande to block us?!"
"Why are you speaking so harshly?! Are you blocking me?! Did you notify us when my father 'left'?! If Mrs. Quinn hadn't called us to inquire, we wouldn't have known that our father was gone!!"
The moment 'Mrs. Queen' appeared, James's face darkened.
"You have the nerve to say that?! Have you ever visited and taken care of your father for a day?! This!! Such a thing! Children need to be 'notified'?!"
The excitement is escalating.
"The orphanage doesn't need anyone to take care of it?!" The volume increased even more, "Why didn't I see you guys taking care of my father's business?! Just sleeping in the hospital every day and taking care of it?!"
"Sleep?? Sleep!! Do you know how painful it is for my father during this time?! Sleep?! Do you still have a conscience!! Take care of your father's career? That's Quinn's career!! Father has worked for them all his life !Nothing!! You don’t have to say so nicely, it’s for your father! You’re doing it for yourself!!”
The dispute has become out of control. The limbs were already touching each other, right in front of James. When James's expectations were completely shattered, we should pay more attention to the information revealed in these people's words to more easily understand the Grand people who appeared next.
Don't think too much, it won't be Mrs. Quinn, a philanthropist who is still busy with the shelter project. The person coming is far from Quinn. It's Eric and Cliff.
When Eric first appeared in the backyard, James raised his gun again. This time, he turned on the safety and fired a warning shot.
Eric didn't know what he was thinking. He pushed Cliff, who was hesitating to follow into the backyard, to one side, but he rushed over like a calf, aiming straight for James, who raised his gun muzzle upward. Ms!
Meat against flesh.
James groaned, and his side was hit. The tilted body turned his head towards his attacker. His sight was filled with a young face that looked pretty good but slightly ferocious at the moment! This guy seems to have some fighting skills. Under the overwhelming trend brought by the forward inertia, his hand has been clasped on the wrist of James who is out of balance, trying to grab the gun.
The surprise of being surprised only lasted for a moment, and James began to counterattack.
"Uh-huh!" Eric, who bumped into James closely, felt a heavy blow on his side in the slightly vacated space. James, who fell backwards, completely gave up adjusting his balance and relied on the force of being knocked down. Everything was returned to Eric, who was pressing him and was about to fall to the ground!
With this power, James also completed a technical unbalanced turn. Successfully landed on his back when he fell to the ground. Then, taking advantage of the young man on top of him to instinctively press the hard-hit side, James hit the guy on the back of the head with the butt of his rifle!
This is better than a warning shot! Everyone in the backyard was a little dumbfounded as they looked at James who was limp and Eric pushed away and stood up.
James' face was gloomy, "What are you looking at? He just fainted! This is an attack on the police!" James stared at the five Donnas with a terrible expression. "Whose person is he?!"
No one answered yet.
James' face wrinkled and he stopped talking. He quickly took out the handcuffs on his waist, knelt down directly on the unconscious young man lying on the ground, and cuffed them.
James didn't have time to remember the faces of this group of people. Therefore, he didn't know that Eric was not from this group of people, and this was a misunderstanding. Misunderstandings need people to resolve.
"Hey!! Wait, wait a minute!"
James turned his head and watched a fat man (Cliff) running towards this side, "You, you are a policeman? He, he doesn't know you are a policeman! We just got here! Wait!"
James frowned. He seemed to have never noticed such a fat guy while watching...
"Uh!" Fatty ran over, breathing heavily, staring at the five Donnas, "Explain it to me!"
A certain Donna reacted, "Uh... he's not one of ours."
James lowered his head and glanced at the sleeping young man whose hands were handcuffed, and clicked his tongue, "That's still an attack on the police!" James was about to use a convenient 'accident' to end the situation completely, "I'm going to bring him He leaves, you are witnesses, go to the bureau and wait to give a statement!"
"What??" Confused doubts were everywhere.
"What are you shouting for?!" James' expression was extremely bad. "You think there was physical contact with the police..." Even though he was in an extremely bad mood, James actually thought about his words. "After that, I'll explain a few things." Can you pass?!" Of course not, there will be countless written reports and eyewitness testimonies. In order to prevent some people with evil intentions from taking advantage of and maintaining the image of law enforcers, it has nothing to do with right or wrong, it is just rules and regulations. You all know, otherwise you think the police need to write a report when shooting because the small metal lumps they shoot out are too precious, haha.
James can no longer care about the embarrassment of crossing the line. The embarrassment is nothing compared with his own image and interests. The only thing he could do was politely report the matter to the Southern District Police Station. So James walked to his car, which contained a police-installed dispatch radio.
"Cliff." A certain Donna suddenly spoke, speaking to the fat man, "Look for Wes, he seems to be a policeman too, see if he can solve this matter..."
James turned his head sharply and heard two names. One was 'Cliff', whose question to Linda outside the police station yesterday morning had not been answered, and the other was his friend 'Wes'. Guess which one he cares about more
"Do you know Wes?" James' face changed several times, and he stared at the fat man Cliff and asked.
"Well, friends who grew up together." Cliff replied.
A certain Donna added, "Father was the director of Quinn's orphanage in the South District, and they were both children there." He probably wanted to ask why the two of them came here, but obviously now was not the time to ask.
James still looked at Cliff and was silent for a long time, "He is also a friend serving in the army and a policeman, so it is useless for him to come if he knows this! You, follow me."
The answer came out, James cared more about Cliff. (.)