James was indeed injured, but not to the extent that it affected his freedom of movement. Therefore, after cooperating with the director's "condolences and commendations" in front of the media, he was discharged from the hospital willfully.
He took off his hospital gown, put on the clothes that he had taken off when he was brought here yesterday and still had some blood stains on them, and stopped a taxi at the entrance of the hospital. "The Grande Funeral Home in the South District... uh, first... Liszt Backstreet.”
Oh, and Coulson wasn't discharged from the hospital with him. Coulson should enjoy the current situation, injured? No, no, it was the director's personal apology for not paying more attention to Coulson's clues. While taking all the credit for solving a major case, he can still enjoy a paid vacation for a 'minor' skin injury. What Xiao really means is that Coulson was tied up like a mummy. It can be described in a positive way because this paid vacation is really long, long, and the painkillers make Coulson still in a wonderful world. inside!
"Wait, I know you!" The taxi driver looked at James in the rearview mirror, "You are the James Lance, right? You are all on the news today!"
James' expression became unnatural and he turned his head, "I'm not..."
"It's really you! Detective Lance! Your police badge is still on your waist!" The driver had completely turned around and looked at James' waist with a smile on his face.
"Watch the road!" James twitched his lips, unable to deny it.
"Oh! Sorry! I'm a little excited." The driver turned his head back, but he wanted to stop talking. His eyes moved back and forth between the road and the rearview mirror, "So. Where is your partner? Detective Coulson, haha, You guys are heroes now or something. How do you feel!"
James shifted in the back seat, not wanting to reply.
"Oh! I saw on the news that none of your lives are in danger, Detective Coulson..." The driver may have realized that he picked up James at the door of the hospital, "The situation is still..."
"He's fine!" James hoped to end the topic.
hero? Before calling Zach, he still had a little bit of this feeling, or the feeling of a lone hero, now? not at all.
The driver didn't accept it. Or he ignored James's hope and continued to inquire enthusiastically, "So is what is said in the news true? You two. Without support and not enough ammunition, with those terrorists, uh, what are they called? ? Oh! The remnants of Fight Club. Fighting for an hour?"
same. Before Zach could say he needed to thank Wales, James would have responded yes, now, "I'm not authorized to reveal it!"
"It's all over the news! Tell me..." This tone seemed to be blaming James for his birth!
"Pull over! Park right here!"
Mature, very mature, not knowing how far away from the backstreet of Liszt, James got out without even stopping the car. While the slightly confused driver was still trying to pass the change to James through the car window. James had already flagged down a taxi again, "Liszt Back Street!"
lucky. The driver of the second taxi seemed to be someone who didn't like to chat much, so James was able to calm down quietly for the rest of the journey. Taking advantage of this little time, it's time to explain clearly what happened yesterday.
Do you still remember Zach’s schedule yesterday? In addition to chatting with Georgina in the morning and returning to Grande to create descendants in the evening, there was no interruption in the process. Omitted because of boredom, at least in Zach's eyes.
When Zach left Georgina behind and went to secretly watch over James, James was having a fierce argument with Coulson while leaving the police station.
The content of the argument was the newspaper that Coulson was waving in his hand. Yes, the newspaper whose cover was made up of pictures of many election candidates spliced together. To be more specific, let me quote a few words from Coulson, "Are you crazy?! You don't understand what the director said about 'just the two of us'! We have no support! How confident are you!" Waving the newspaper, "Put all the hatred on yourself! Do you want to die early!"
When the quarrel continued, the two got into the same car and headed to Lister. Zach also stopped a taxi and hung in the back.
When Coulson could be heard clanking in the living room of James' house to test how much blow James' door could withstand, Zach was sitting in the Time Elf corner downstairs, pouring his own private goods into the drink. .
When the Time Elf closed the shop and Zack had to move to James' rooftop to appreciate the moonlight, this boring wait finally started to move.
Some old-fashioned masked people began to surround the building where James' home was located. Breaking doors, breaking windows, climbing up fire escapes, even climbing over Zach on the roof... Fighting began in James' home.
For Zach, it was still boring, and he didn't even bother to stop the man who fell from the roof of James' bedroom. The keywords that everyone should have mastered by now are people, humans are just fighting, vampires disdain them.
As long as Zach could still hear the two detectives' hearts beating a little harder, it didn't matter.
What's more, in addition to the masked people who kept rushing into James's home, there was also a group of people active outside the attic where James and Coulson were guarding, in a place where they couldn't be seen. The devil's contractor controlled by Wales.
These are the guys who played a small role in Barton. They completed the attack on the street corners, in the dark alleys, and in the corridors before the masked guys rushed in front of James and Coulson. James and Coulson were able to survive. A crucial step - consumption.
Zach didn't know how much vampire blood was left behind when Saint Sissy and Thomas Gangello left Newton to develop in Barton. But when the masked men were able to enter James and Coulson's sight, they no longer had the magic potion to heal themselves. As long as James and Coulson can hold on physically, the battle will be over.
In this very boring process for our vampire, the only wavering that allowed Zach to intervene at all was an 'accident'.
The specific method of action is not known, but Coulson found a gap in the successful battle and asked the police for support. However, I got an unexpected answer. The police station is under attack and everyone is on their own.
Just shaken, Zach roughly counted the masked men who appeared on James' side. I reduced the number on the list I got from Oz and decided that I didn't need to worry about the threat from the police station.
What happened next, just like what was in the news, was that after the police eliminated the threat over there, support arrived, and Coulson and James successfully sustained themselves. Things began to become clearer, and the two stubborn police detectives became the only heroes in the police station who grasped the truth. Fight Club, the last remnant of this world, was erased.
Watching James and Coulson being transported to the hospital. Zach no longer missed the moonlight on the top of James's building and returned to Grande.
The only sad thing is that Zach actually miscalculated a little bit about the situation of the police station being attacked.
Basically nothing wrong. Zach guessed that the remnants of Fight Club were going to attack James. It's impossible to be in the police station during the day. It must be a moment when James is alone or barely has Coulson.
Then the remnants will not be able to give James a chance to request support, so they will definitely find a way to hold back the police station. The sad thing is here. After police support arrived and James shared information with the police, Zach learned that among the people who attacked the police station with the purpose of holding back support, except for a few, they were remnants of the club from outside. outside. Most of them are natives of Barton.
There's a guy who was a member of Barton's Fight Club before. It's considered astray again. And there were new ones coming in—people who had lost their jobs because of the Hermann plant.
Explanation completed.
James stood at the door of his house, pulled down the cordon, looked at the twisted iron door, the blood stains on the floor, and the furniture that was almost no different from scrap, and took a deep breath. It didn't work, he still pulled the corners of his mouth with a sullen face, Zach was actually there yesterday watching everything!
You know, when he pulled the trigger and found that the recoil disappeared, James really felt that he was going to die and was going to see Crowley.
The slight sound of broken glass made James turn his head alertly and touch the wound, but found nothing. James took out his gun to be sure, but before he could realize that his ammunition had not been replenished, he saw something more noteworthy.
James frowned, and he saw a cup of red liquid on his half-collapsed coffee table, and the water level was still shaking.
"Zach?" James looked around and kicked away the scattered things at his feet, "Zach! Is it you!" What could he think of the red liquid, tomato juice
No one answered. James curled his lips, took back the gun, walked to the bar, picked up the cup, and smelled it. It was definitely not a tomato. "Zach!" James shouted again, "You are hiding in the dark. Are you addicted? This is not fun! Come out!"
Still no one responded.
James held the cup and thought for a while. Whether his injury was minor or serious, it was much better than Coulson. He avoided strenuous activities and took advantage of the long vacation specially approved by the director to recuperate. But, since he was on vacation anyway, he could avoid contact with his colleagues, and James didn't have to drag out his injuries. He really relied on human beings' self-healing ability to recover, right
James raised his glass and drank it. Putting his hand on the side of his chest, feeling the pain disappear quickly, James' voice became much more energetic and raised his volume, "Zach! I said it! It just saved me the trouble of looking for you! You said it What did you say about Wales! What else happened yesterday that I don’t know! I need to know!”
No response.
James frowned. One-sided shouting could not solve any doubts, so James's goal now should be to get Zach to show up first. Of course, the basis of all this is that James thought that what he just drank was Zach's blood.
Otherwise, whose is it? Rimmer in the West District and Gangro in the South District are not related to James. Even if he is a 'General', he can barely reach Coulson, but James has the consciousness. Are there other vampires in Barton? Oh, yes, does James know the Sabbat Toledo that was mentioned in the conversation with Zach Yuoz yesterday? In other words, does James think he knows him? No.
"I need to talk to you about Louise! You finally did it! Hum! Turned Louise into a vampire!" The expression on James' face was not congratulations, but half sarcasm and disgust.
Recalling that when James and Louise first met in Grande, James tried to warn Louise that the thing claiming to be a vampire might want to turn you into a vampire by leaving you behind!
No response.
James clicked his tongue, "Louise!" James called to another person, and his expression proved that this was just a guess, "Lois, do you want to play such a boring game with Zach? Come out! !”
Naturally, there was still no response.
James shook his head and threw away the guess, "Zach! It's pointless to keep hiding!" James didn't have time to shout. He had already started to kick away the scattered tables and chairs, looking for the missing pieces without much hope. Complete furniture, a feeling of irritation arose in my heart. Naturally, the guy who can't hide now could obviously prevent this from happening yesterday!
"What does it feel like!" James' tone began to sound unabashedly malicious. Note that James's purpose now was to get Zach to show up, so it was a provocation, "Having a vampire girlfriend! What, the person has already I can't satisfy you anymore, don't tell me such nonsense that you gave her a choice! Does Louise really have a choice in front of you! You just kidnapped her..." This was something that was deliberately sublimated to another level and could not be said. over.
There was a noise on the second floor. It was very slight, but James still caught it and rushed to the second floor quickly, "Zach! Come out!"
There was nothing in the bedroom, study, or gym, just more junk, exuding a miserable atmosphere in the afternoon sun. Well, add to that a young detective, James, who is starting to get pissed off.
"Are you sick?" James waved his fist and gave up. He angrily walked to the bedroom and tore off the wardrobes that were just hanging sideways in the fitting room. "Forget it if you don't come out! I'm going to Grande now! I have plenty of time to waste with you! I have a month Holiday! I won’t leave until I get what I need to know!”
Taking off his blood-stained clothes, James frowned and looked at the messy pile of clothes. The corners of his eyes twitched. He irritably opened the pile of clothes stained with sawdust and debris, and took out a clothes box with a stamp on it. With 'Morelin'. Last time Morelin forcibly sold him this set, but he hadn't worn it yet. Now this is the only option.
Probably to prove his determination, James dug out another suitcase and randomly stuffed clothes into it while looking around without a clear purpose, "I want to go back to my guest room! If you don't give it to me, I will I want you and Louise’s room, huh, you won’t need it now anyway, right?”
If James doesn't behave well, can't he accept the fact that no one will respond to him
Snapped! James buttoned up his suitcase, walked out of the bedroom, and took one last look around the mess in his home. So don't take what he just said so seriously, and don't place too high a value on such things as persistent determination. It's just that James has no place to live.
As he was going downstairs, James looked up at a trap on the ceiling of the second floor. That was the attic, where props for Wednesday game night were kept, remember.
James carried his suitcase and went downstairs. It wasn't that he remembered to check that dark and dusty place, but that he remembered to notify Fitz and them to get these things back. No one will live here until his home is renovated. (.)