This is Zach's first time here since the chaos in the Southeast. It's really a bit desolate, there are no pedestrians, no noisy gangsters leaning outside the bar, no smell of alcohol and cigarettes leaking out all day... The southeast has become 'clean', but, well, desolate.
Because I was coming from Beqi, I passed by the 'General' bar. The only neon sign in the southeast had been removed, and the front door of the bar was closed. Zach listened for a while, and the 'General' was in a daze inside, regardless.
The skull is indeed still open, but in today's daylight it looks like a dark old box. After pushing the door, there are only a few figures in the dark space in the corner. Zach glanced at it and saw that they were all demons. .
"Where is Skoll?" Zach spoke first.
The demon who stayed behind did not answer, but got down to business first, "Welsh is in the cellar. Crowley wants to know how you are going to protect him."
Zach glanced at James who had just entered the door and was not ready to take another step inside, and smiled, "How do ordinary police protect potential victims?"
"Arrange a safe house." James answered.
Zach spread his hands and looked at the devil, indicating that this was the answer. Fully showing that he didn't want to say anything else, "Skoll..." Zach listened for a moment and asked, "Where have he and his human subordinates gone?"
"Prison." The devil raised his hand and motioned for someone to take Wales. "Skoll had been carrying his parole all the time. After the chaos in the southeast, he knew he couldn't stop him, so he led someone to deliberately violate the regulations and go in."
Well…
Zach looked at James and asked, 'Do you know about this?' '
James frowned and shook his head.
When the chaos in the southeast was still happening, if someone from the southeast went to jail, it would definitely attract the attention of the people in the bureau, but the fact is that James has no idea at all. It was obvious that someone had done something in the middle, and this person could only be Chapman.
It was James who neglected to pay more attention to Chapman's behavior when the police station was busy.
Zach curled his lips, "That's smart enough. When will he come out?" Our vampire's focus was a little wandering.
"Maybe I can't get out." The devil answered directly. "The prison is not controlled by Vincent now, but by Ethela."
Zach raised his eyebrows. Ethera controlled the prison. He knew that it was the first time Anthony lost to Ethera, but - "What, did Skoll ever have a relationship with Vincent?"
"Skoll is not the only one who knows how to hide in prison when in danger." The devil replied again, "Skoll's work requirements sometimes require them to get rid of those who hide in, so he must also have a way to get in."
Think back. When Seth was in prison, an enthusiastic inmate reminded him that Seth is a member of the General. Pay attention to the competitors of the General here. They are here to "work" (vii 24 chapter).
As for that job, we can definitely connect the time points and make a conjecture that I can clearly tell everyone is a fact -
Skoll's men have finished their work at the prison, and Warden Vincent needs to keep a low profile. Leave it to Grande to handle the prison's newest addition, Mill's first single prison business. Briar's brother (Chapter vii 6).
"Now, how are you going to get him out?" Zach asked very reasonably, hoping that the answer would not be that the devil would get close to Aisela.
"There's no rush." The devil replied, "He's doing well in there and has constant business."
"That's my credit!" Wales appeared, his coquettish gold-rimmed glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. "I brought this business, Crowley wants to reward me! I..."
"The mill has not received any new business from the prison." Zach looked at this 'familiar' person and said, "I'm afraid the business you got can't be regarded as much merit."
The cooperation between the prison and Grande is confirmed by the contract and is not bound to Vincent. No matter who is really in control of the prison, if there are dead people in the prison. When you need a funeral, you turn to Grande. Zach's meaning was obvious. The business that Wales brought to Skoll was just a small fuss.
"G, Mr. Grande..." Wales' eyes flickered. He should be afraid of Zach, whether it was Zach's vampire identity, or the fact that he was almost used by Papa Midnight to kill Zach, or whether he could now Staying alive depends entirely on Grande.
"Long time no see." Zach smiled and nodded, "You seem to be doing well, Wales. Are you interested in going to Grande for a few days? Just like in the past." Remember, Wales was still a civil servant in the past. Grande, organized funeral documents and determined compensation measures for the cemetery in the South District to be returned to the municipal government.
etc! Grande is certainly not a safe house to protect potential victims. Zach's positioning of Wales is exactly the same as in the past. He is a bait. Only this time, instead of seducing Papa Midnight’s Death Apostle Contract, he was going to lure the remnants of the Fight Club!
"K, Crowley said, I should go with Detective Lance." Wales was a little cautious.
"Well." Zach glanced at James, "What do you think, detective?"
James' eyes twitched, "You have no identity, so it's inconvenient to follow me. I'm very relieved that you stay in Grande." The gloomy tone was far from relieved.
"No problem, let's go." Zach waved, "The detective still has something to do, so we can't delay too much."
This is the truth. James and Zach were able to come to the southeast like this because Coulson "thoughtfully" let him go after seeing Zach. He accompanied Zach on this trip. After catching up with the progress, James had to return Coulson's side. Now that Zach has confirmed that Coulson's clues are correct, James must also fully cooperate with his partner's investigation. In addition, he must pay attention to his partner and not encounter anything beyond the scope of human beings during the investigation. thing. James, it's going to be busy.
Wales was put in the back seat and James drove towards the South End. Unlike the 'General' bar where the signboard had been taken down, they passed a building where the signboard was being installed.
"No told me that Aix established a security company." Zach tilted his head and looked at the huge 'Aix Security' sign that was hoisted into the air to be installed. It was probably just a casual chat, "Grand hired Nuo’s friend, Saidil Security Company, I saw in their manual. Many businesses are in cooperation with the police. How about this Aix Security? "
The corners of James' eyes twitched, and it was hard not to take this as sarcasm, "If you are asking them if they have come to the police station to report, the answer is yes! People from Aix often come to the police station to access the phone these days. Their channels, install instruments!”
Zach also didn't explain James' misunderstanding. Raising an eyebrow, "How does Coulson feel about this?"
"How can he feel?" James twitched his lips, "The cooperation with the security company was arranged by the police station, he can only watch!" James moved his neck, "Last time he wanted to You contacted 'General' because of this matter. You declined, he didn't see 'General', and the matter in the southeast has been suppressed by the higher authorities, so it is even less possible for him to pursue this clue now."
"That's fine." Zach waved his hand. He turned his attention away from the huge sign that was being installed, "It would be better for Coulson to concentrate on the current case. These matters belong to the 'General'."
James pursed his lips, and after a moment, he spoke again, "You'd better take care of your 'general' and don't let him do anything..."
"Hehehe." He didn't know what Zach was talking about.
The car was quiet.
Probably to make sure that the two people in the front seat weren't talking about anything he wasn't interested in, Wales pushed up his glasses. He moved his body and leaned into the gap in the backrest of the front seat. "Well... Well, I want to thank you for saving me in the hospital..."
"The person who really saved you was Crowley. We just got you out. You don't have to thank her." Zach smiled and turned around.
"Uh..." Wales' body stiffened for a moment, "Well, I want to apologize for being taken advantage of by that one before. Well, Papa took advantage of him at midnight, and almost..."
"Oh, no need." Zach raised his hand, with a deliberately unhappy look on his face. "Don't mention this matter again. My original intention was to use you as bait. I didn't expect that you were also Papa Midnight's bait, and his methods were more sophisticated. I lost. Let this matter go."
"Uh..." Wales retracted and pushed up his glasses, "Well, I, do I have to be in Grande? Detective Lance, is it really that inconvenient for you there? I, I You can hide and not go out..."
Hey, this guy is also a little clever. He sensed Zach's complete indifference and began to look forward to the other side.
James simply ignored it and increased the accelerator. The car drove out of the southeast and soon crossed the border between the south and the north on Highway 27 and entered the south area. Without the clusters of modern buildings, the scenery on both sides of the car window has changed.
Without warning, Wales in the back seat cried out in pain, "Ah!"
While Zach and James looked at the rearview mirror at the same time, the guy slapped his waist in the back seat with chaotic movements, and a small flame jumped there.
James instinctively wanted to stop the car. It was not fun to have a fire in the car. Zach stopped him and motioned for James to just watch.
Just watch it.
Wales slapped it for a long time, but the flame did not go out, but penetrated into his abdomen as if it had been absorbed.
When James stared at the rearview mirror in shock, Zach reached out and pressed the steering wheel that was starting to lose control. "Also watch the road, James." Zach reminded him and continued to look at him admiringly. Look what's going on in the back seat.
Wales's abdomen began to bulge, as if something was rolling and rising, his abdomen, chest, throat...
"Wow!"
Wales leaned forward and spat out a wad of... 'paper'. A brown ball of paper with disgusting slime rolled under the gear of James' car. If Zach hadn't been holding James down, James would have definitely let go.
"Huh—" Wales breathed heavily, pushing back his glasses that were tilted to one side, "Hug, I'm sorry... I feel so uncomfortable every time..."
Wales curled his lips, took out another pair of gloves and put them on before bending his body to retrieve the things he spit out. Of course, no one was going to help, "Uh, I'm sorry, Detective Lance, I'll clean it up."
James glanced sideways at Zach, needing an explanation.
Zach kindly replied, "This is the devil's contract."
The devil's contract was picked up by a gloved hand, and the brown paper with mucus was unfolded. Ignoring the nausea-inducing attachment, I could now see clearly that the paper was the skin of some kind of creature, thick and mottled.
"Did the contractor take the initiative to contact me?" Zach released his hold on James, "Read it out, Wales, let us curious Detective Lance, listen to the person who sold his soul to the devil, what is there? Needs, wanting something from the devil.”
"Well..." Wales frowned, looking at the flashing black writing on the contract, "No, no, I should inform Crowley first..."
"Oh, that's okay." Zach smiled and waved his hand, "By the way, I would like to ask your Crowley to protect you and not to trouble the busy Detective Lance and me, the Grand Master who is difficult to get along with."
"Uh..." Wales blinked, "Okay, okay." Zach's persuasion was direct and rude. Wales had nothing to argue with. He looked at the contract in his hand and said, "This man is not asking for something, he is asking what to do." He was caught by some Indian hunters who asked him to do something."
"Hunter?" Zach raised his eyebrows, "I thought the relationship between the Indian hunters at Sibella and Crowley was still peaceful because of the hostage exchange deal. Why? Crowley doesn't pay much attention to what you found. Contractors and Indian hunters can be captured at will?" Naturally, he was mocking.
"No, that's not the case." Wales frowned, "It said the other party didn't really arrest him, they just wanted to talk to him."
Zach shrugged, "What does the hunter want to do?"
"The hunter wants corpses." Wales didn't seem to understand the content of the contract. "Oh, this person is an employee of Ford Funeral Home in the North District. He said that some time ago, the North District Police Department sent a batch of Indian remains. The corpse, after the detention period, was ready to be disposed of, and the hunter came to find it. It seemed..." Wales frowned, "At first, the hunter was planning to steal it. He found out about him as a devil contractor, so he came directly to get it."
Zach pursed his lips and asked James, "Did Sibella ask you for help with the werewolf corpse?"
James twitched the corners of his mouth. He didn't know what to feel at this time, "I found him, but I rejected him."
Zach waved his hand, not sure what his mentality was, "Haha, fortunately, Barton, there are 'friends' everywhere you can turn to." Zach glanced at Wales in the rearview mirror, "Let him try his best to help those hunters. ."
"No, it's not okay..." Wales was embarrassed, "Anything the contractors do for us will become a reward in hell in the future. The souls of these little people will be trained into low-level people at best in the future. Wait for the devil, this, the reward for this soul is already full..."
In order to prove that he was not lying, Wales turned the contract in his hand, and a cross at the bottom was filled with ink black. It means full.
"Well." Zach said with a smile, "Then tell him that there is no reward this time. But if he doesn't do it, there will be a punishment." Zach raised a sharp finger, "The punishment is face. To me, I'll leave him without a soul to receive his reward. By the way, you lose a contract, how does that sound?"
"well… "
Opportunistic people are really easy to control because they are so good at distinguishing the pros and cons at hand.
Wales, who looked sad, nodded, crumpled the contract into a ball again, and swallowed it back. (.)