"Rookie! Call." A police officer from the Southern District Police Station called to Weiss.
Wes didn't mind the title because it didn't make sense. His military career gave him superior fighting skills, marksmanship, observation skills, and execution capabilities than anyone here. The 'rookie' can attack his part only when he becomes a policeman.
As for time, everyone is equal. It is not something that anyone can actively increase if they want to accumulate it, so it is meaningless.
As for Wes's way of increasing his time, he didn't like it by doing odd jobs. He had just prepared coffee for all his colleagues and leaders in the police station, sent and received emails, and had just picked up today's newspaper and was ready to take a rest.
"Whose phone number?" Wes was still a little self-conscious. The only person who usually called the police station directly was his friend James, and when he called, he basically asked him to miss work. Obviously this is not good for Wes's future, so unless the James shows up here, Wes is prepared to ignore it.
"Haha, it's not that Lance. The other guy who said he was your friend is called Jason."
"Hang up." Wes raised his hand as if instinctively, "Uh, forget it." He frowned, put down the newspaper, walked to the phone, took the receiver, and didn't say anything. He just said that he was not very happy. The sound of breathing is transmitted through the microphone.
"Uh... is there anyone?" Jason's voice came from the other side of the receiver, "Wes? Is it you who took the phone?"
"Speak, it's me." Wes said with a sullen face. He didn't know why Jason called him who clearly hated him. Likewise, he didn't know why he still answered the phone.
"Oh." Jason over there let out a sigh of relief, "I have something to tell you, probably..."
"Then tell me quickly."
"Uh, okay. I think I might be in some danger now. Life is in danger... I'm not sure..." The rising tail tone fully expresses the speaker's true uncertainty.
The corner of Weiss's eye twitched, "Then call the police." Realizing that there were colleagues looking around, Weiss added with a corner of his mouth, "Report it to your North District police!"
Jason didn't live on the South Side, and Wes still knew that.
The colleagues who were looking around slumped their shoulders and turned away, so realistic.
"Uh. I'm in the South District. I felt that my home was being targeted, um, so I hid in the South District... "
Even though his whole body was radiating impatience, Wes still asked, "Where are you? What is going on?"
"Well, the explosion of the Becky transport truck a few days ago, and the previous fire." Jason on the other side of the receiver still seemed unsure. "Well, although the newspapers and news said it was an attack by the remnants of the Fight Club, but..."
"Hurry up! I'm working!"
"Well, I've been in contact with Zach and the others for a long time, so I probably know that it doesn't really matter. But, um..."
"hurry up!"
"Don't keep interrupting me! I'm trying to figure out what happened!" Jason on the other side of the receiver seemed to have a little temper, which is understandable. He actually called Jason, obviously out of necessity.
Jason pursed his lips and stopped talking. He now began to wonder why he didn't just hang up.
"After Becky's attack, I heard some rumors. Well, someone was inquiring about the club. You should know that we can't talk about the club with outsiders, so I didn't care at first. But yesterday, some of my friends, Well, you saw it, when you were undercover. Those few in the nightclub... "
"I've never been to your nightclub! I haven't met your friends either!"
"Well, let's not talk about it. Anyway, they were found and talked about a lot of things that only our club knows, such as recovery ability, the purpose of the club, etc. Wes, you know, these are all related to St. Only people in the club know things related to the gangsters and Gangro, and those remnants have really come to Barton."
Jason over there waited for a moment for a response, but there was nothing but breathing.
"Uh. Then my friend named Bob, who is my boss, told me today that they were inquiring about how the club was banned, what was the detailed process, and who was a traitor. Because they felt that Patton was still there. Nothing major happened that warranted the police's attention. They had found Bob, and it was almost time for me, so I just hid..."
"Stop talking!" Wes interrupted Jason again. As a police officer, he still had some reasoning ability. "Where are you now? An'anji..." The whole word was still not spoken, and Wes really didn't want to. Show that you really care about the other person's safety.
"Uh... where I used to live, didn't we all leave the orphanage when we became adults? You went to the army, and I came out too. I searched in the South District first... "
"Can you tell me the important point!" This extreme impatience came from the fact that Wes really didn't want to be given any clues that he and Jason were on the same road. To be honest, Weiss is sick and needs to be cured.
Jason made the same impatient tsk sound, and then reported the address, "But it's a bit strange. The landlord doesn't seem to be here. He hasn't been here for a long time. Fortunately, I remembered where the spare key is, so I came in. It feels like it's been a long time here. No one lives here. I’m here alone and don’t know what to do. I think I’d better call... "
"Wait a minute. I know this address." Wes put down the phone. Just a rookie police officer, Wes didn't have his own desk. He took a detour to the locker room and dug out a few documents in his messy locker.
After confirming the address he just heard, he stuffed the document back into the locker again and came back with a gloomy face.
"Your landlord doesn't work in a nursing home, his name is Sloan." Wes asked directly after confirming that he heard Jason's breathing on the receiver.
"how do you know?"
Wes twitched his lips and lowered his voice deliberately, "He was a suspect in the previous nursing home fire accident, because he disappeared after the fire..."
Please start remembering.
"Zach once asked me to help find this person."
Nursing home caregiver. The same man who had stopped Lip from giggling when Zach first went to see Porky Queen. He was also the one who disappeared after Lip appeared and disappeared in a slightly miraculous way for the first time after the sanatorium fire in order to rescue Quest's younger brother and his wife.
"Oh." Jason's tone was a little stunned, "He's missing. Well. Missing." Jason's voice automatically became smaller, "Then I'm still a suspect in the home of a missing person... That's great. Uh. , then, what should I do now?”
The corners of Weiss's eyes twitched and he spoke in a dark voice. "If you're hiding, wouldn't it be nice if no one knows where you are!"
"Oh." Jason's voice was silent for a while, "Then, I think I'll hide here first. But, well, actually, I called because I had something else to say. I was originally going to find Zha Damn it, but he just happened to go out. And I don’t know if he and James arranged it this way intentionally, so I think it’s better to ask you... "
"Don't talk to yourself there! Just say it!"
"Uh. Have you read the newspaper? Today's one?"
"Are you deaf? I'll let you tell me directly..." Although he said this impatiently, Weiss still moved his eyes to the newspaper that he had put down because of this phone call. Then, he was stunned for a moment, why hadn't he noticed it before? ! James' photo is stuck making up a complex picture! The first page of today's newspaper is occupied by many pictures spliced together with photos!
Weiss took the newspaper and opened it directly according to the instructions on the first page. His eyes skipped Mayor Anthony, Aesela. Stopped on James.
"Are you watching now?" Surprisingly, Jason on the receiver actually said Wes' current action was correct, "The penultimate paragraph."
"Tsk!" Weiss's eyes fell on the penultimate paragraph of James' introduction. Then his eyebrows began to wrinkle, because in this paragraph, James described his most difficult mission, and everyone already knew it. An undercover trip.
The receiver waited for a while, but did not hear Wes speak. Jason spoke, "It seems you don't know what they are doing." No one cared that James took the credit for himself, "Yeah. But. I think he and Zach were prepared, it was intentional. Well, I guess."
Wes still didn't speak.
Jason over there seemed a little embarrassed, "Well, how about you ask James, Zach is not at home, I tried it. Mention, remind him, at this time, this kind of thing appears in the newspaper The information is a bit not good, let him be careful..."
Jason's voice suddenly stopped, and then turned into a very low breath, "I seem to hear something! Wes! Wes! Are you still there?!"
Weiss closed the newspaper with one hand, and James' question could only be put aside for now! "I am here!"
"Door! The front door seems to have been opened! Someone has come in! Wes! Wes! Someone has come in! I, what should I do...ah!"
"Bah!" The phone was hung up.
Wes was stunned for a second before the second hang-up sound woke him up! He immediately hung up the phone and said, "Support! xx..." The address was not finished and he was interrupted.
Colleagues from the Southern District Police Station looked at Weiss who suddenly yelled with lazy eyes, "What's the rookie talking about? Are you done with your personal phone calls?"
Yeah, this is just a personal phone call. There was originally a chance that it would become a police call, but the previous sentence of "report it to the North District Police Station" completely stopped the possibility.
Wes took a deep breath, "I need support at xxx..." The address was interrupted again.
"Scheduling application form, over there." The colleague pointed in the direction, "Rookie, you..."
Wes had already started, rushed out of the police station, jumped on his motorcycle, and disappeared outside the gate of the police station without giving the non-rookies who were chasing him from the police station any chance to curse.
Wes was definitely impulsive. He didn't even have time to get his helmet. The wind blew his hair into a mess, but he still accelerated.
In fact, it was useless. When Wes crossed Highway 27, Wes himself realized that even if he arrived, Jason would probably have died long ago. He should turn around and go directly back to the police station. No, go to the Grand Mill not far south of the police station. There, ask the owner of the mill, Madison, for help. Let the demon named Leon retrieve it. He must have been dragged by the hellhound. Jason's Earthbinder who is going to hell, or is being towed, at least say, 'I tried my best'...
Then try harder! Wes twisted the handle of the motorcycle again and accelerated!
The roads in the South District, except for Highway 27, are not very smooth. Wes's only advantage is that his motorcycle doesn't really need roads. If you ignore the corn and wheat ears that kept slapping his face, he was still quite fast.
arrive.
"Jason! Jason!" The roaring motorcycle was thrown sideways and hit the fence in the front yard. Wes turned over in a beautiful move. When he landed in the front yard, the baton from his waist was already drawn out, and he rushed forward quickly. front porch. It's a pity that the 'rookie' didn't have a gun. His only weapon was the baton he held in his hand to open the front door.
Wes made as much noise as possible and kept yelling Jason's name, trying to let the people inside know that backup was arriving.
Since he was trying his best, Wes had an optimistic heart and hoped that Jason was not dead yet, and used his arrival to delay the tragedy.
Wes was not in the mood to observe the decoration of this house. His eyes quickly scanned the entire layout, corridors, stairs, rooms... He needed to determine where Jason and the attacker were as soon as possible.
"Jason! Jay..." Wes' mouth opened wide and he lost his voice when he looked in the direction of the kitchen.
"Oh! Wes, you're here." Jason stood at the door holding a plate of sandwiches. "Well, I'm sorry, I called again, but your colleague said you were already out..." Jason's face said, I'm sincerely sorry.
"Yeah." The sincerely apologetic face quickly turned into embarrassment, because Weiss's hand on the baton tightened, as if it might be drawn out at any time, "This, this is Sloan, the previous landlord. Yes, It's him who's back." This was a forced change of topic, and Jason pointed at the man walking down the stairs. Except that he was no longer wearing a nurse's uniform, he was no different from the one Zach had seen before.
"He thought someone was coming in to steal something, so he punched me first..." Jason silently moved to Sloan and handed out the sandwich.
"You broke my fence." Sloan took the first bite and looked at the area he bit, as if he was very hungry. "And my door." He looked past Wes and through the door he opened. Look outside.
Wes's gloomy eyes moved from Jason's face to this Sloane. The baton was retracted but the handcuffs were withdrawn, "You're under arrest!"
"Because I just came home from a trip and ate an expired sandwich?" Sloan actually still had the heart to joke.
"Well, you are a suspect in the nursing home fire." It was Jason who explained. There was no other way. Jason could only use this method to please Wes, who seemed to be ready to beat him up at any time. And it was a fact that he couldn't beat Wes.
"I'm innocent." Although he said this, Sloan did not resist Wes's action of slapping the sandwich out of his hand and handcuffing him.
Wes didn't want to look at Jason anymore, so he pulled Sloan and walked out.
"I have witnesses." Sloan was pulled by Wes and still did not resist, but he seemed to be ready to finish his words, "Prove that I am innocent, Zachary Grande, I was with him when the fire broke out Together, he used me as a shield against water and crowds, and he can attest to that.”
Wes was prepared to ignore it.
"Although he is a vampire, you all trust him when he speaks. Right." (.)