James put down the phone, gathered up the note he had just recorded, stuffed it into his pocket, raised his head furtively, and glanced at his partner at the opposite table, Coulson. Coulson was still lying on the table drooling, he was taking a lunch break.
If he read it correctly, James actually breathed a sigh of relief, stood up slowly, paid attention to Coulson's direction, and tried his best to step back without making a sound. Like, well, he's doing something bad behind Coulson's back. It's not like, it's. He is overthrowing Coulson's achievements, so Coulson cannot be aware of it.
James walked to the fax machine quietly, nervously. Because the sudden creaking sound of the fax operation was really not suitable for what he was about to do now.
Sure enough, Coulson sucked in a sip, raised his head from the table and wiped his mouth with deep red marks on half of his face, clicked twice, and looked at James, "Lance , what are you doing." He probably wasn't fully awake yet, his eyes were a little wandering and his eyes were not focused.
James stared at the bits and pieces of the fax that was spit out, pursed his lips tightly, he didn't want to answer Coulson, he just hoped that this thing would be transmitted faster, and take it away before Coulson was fully awake, and then completely deny that he had done anything. . As a police detective, James really sucks at this.
"Lance?" Detective Coulson pressed his eyes. As the indentations on his face began to return to flesh color, his eyes became clearer. "What are you telling me?"
James still didn't answer, staring at the fax machine, his lips moving in small and fast movements, 'Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up! '
Coulson stood up from his chair, frowned as soon as he regained some consciousness, and leaned across his desk to look at James' desk. There were ordinary case documents on the table. Coulson stretched out his hands to push them aside without noticing anything unusual. He looked at James again and said, "Lance. What are you doing again?" His tone was starting to get bad.
This is natural. James has made Coulson more and more dissatisfied. Do you still remember the reason? James touches the 'shit' that Coulson doesn't want to touch like a fly. (Volume 1) Before, Zach told Coulson that James and Wes were together in order to prevent Coulson from pursuing James. Coulson was too diplomatic and did not want to be involved in the bad affairs between the old and new police chiefs on the side. The goal was achieved, but James was given an extremely ugly shit. Since then, Coulson has been very concerned about James' every move. After all, the two are partners, and Coulson doesn't want to be drag.
However, James' behavior became worse and worse. We know that in order for the Barton aliens to prevent the invasion of foreign wolves, James did not work honestly at all, right? After the incident ended on Monday, when all the police officers were mobilized to suppress the missing passengers at Becky Railway Station in accordance with Chief Darcy's request, James made a phone call directly to Chief Darcy, "Arguing with reason." ' disobeyed his superiors' orders and stayed in Grande to listen to the vampire's stories.
Then, I would like to ask, how can Coulson view this series of actions of his partner without knowing many details. I wanted to tie James up and whip him every minute.
Coulson walked around the desk with a gloomy expression and walked towards James, "Lance!" There was no need to hide it, "What are you doing..."
"Detective Coulson." A Chapman was inserted diagonally, blocking Coulson's approach. He nodded politely, and then turned to James as the fax machine continued to creak, "Detective Lance, The director is looking for you."
James was still staring at the 'slow' spitting out of the fax, squeezing the part that came out, ready to take it away at any time, "What does he want from me?"
Coulson seemed to be filled with unknown anger again, and was about to teach - when the chief comes to you, your reaction should not be 'Why is he looking for me?' but go there honestly!
"I don't know." Chapman shook his head, naturally not thinking about Coulson's thoughts, and turned back to Coulson, "Detective Coulson, the team leader is looking for you and wants you to bring information about the previous unsolved case three years ago."
Coulson struggled to remember what he wanted to say, opened his mouth irritably, stared at the back of James' head and snorted, turned around and walked away, rubbing his face vigorously as he walked, until he formed a smile. Remember the case three years ago? It was a case that even Zack couldn't help. Coulson had to keep smiling when he went to see the female team leader.
Feeling that Coulson was walking away, James took a breath and glanced sideways at Chapman, "Thanks."
Chapman shook his head and glanced at the fax held by James. It had the words "xx Mental Hospital" on it. He didn't look at it more, "No, the director is really looking for you."
James frowned and said, "Why are you looking for me?"
"I don't know." Chapman said it didn't matter, "But he seems to be in a bad mood." He hesitated and shook his head, "I don't know if it's for you. After the director personally visited the scene where the imported goods were lost at the Port of Marsa, He just never looked happy."
James's face was a little dark, and he replied in a low voice, "Za...Nofele stole the thing." At least it was fair to omit Zach's name.
"I know, the demon at the port told me. The lost cargo box is now in the southeast. Mason next to the 'General' sent back the news that the 'General's' men were storing food... and they met Novel, and they lost their things. Went to the southeast." Chapman was already talking about his own affairs, but he still asked for advice, "The porcelain is broken, and it is no longer necessary to recover it. Do you think I need to report it?"
James turned his head in extreme annoyance. Sure enough, he couldn't leave. As soon as he left, the vampires started to mess up! James also understood very well that the culprit must still be Zach, otherwise the newly arrived Nofiler would not have known that they should throw the stolen goods to the southeast!
"Report!" A gloomy voice said, "If something is lost, it is our duty as the police to find it! Even if it is broken into powder, we must find it back! Even if it is to close the case!"
"Oh." Chapman was not as excited as James and nodded, "Yes, let's report it. It's just a matter of time. Sooner or later, the director will ask me if there is any new information about the devil."
James closed his newly opened mouth and took a deep breath. James already knew it well. Although as two people in the police station who knew the truth about the world, the two could occasionally look after each other, after all, they were not the same person. James always thinks about problems from a human perspective, but Chapman is used to thinking about aliens.
Chapman nodded to James, turned around and left. Just in time, the fax ended. James pulled down the document, pursed his lips and took a look at it, and became irritated again - he was thinking about humans, but he was working for vampires, tsk, There is nothing worse than the feeling of being slapped in the face by the truth as soon as you wake up.
James put away the fax, took a deep breath, and walked to the elevator.
When Colon was still the director, James knew he was going to be scolded every time he entered the elevator. Now that the director has become Darcy, the situation has actually not changed. It's just that for some inexplicable reasons, James has gained some confidence and dared to fight, as everyone knows.
As soon as they got out of the elevator, the door of the director's office was already open and waiting, "Sit down." Darcy raised his eyes and glanced at James.
James sat down and said very directly, "What do you want from me?"
"Attitude." Darcy lowered his eyes again, dealing with the work in progress, and at the same time reminded his subordinate.
James tilted his head, his attitude not improving at all, "I'm very busy, I'll go down if it's okay." As he said this, he was really ready to stand up.
"Don't think that I don't know what you are doing." Darcy did not raise his head, "I agree that you let that Toledo help you solve the case because it is good for your future, but James Lance, really Well, you helped him instead, what about that?" His tone was cold.
James' face instantly darkened, and he subconsciously pressed the pocket on his leg, stuffing the fax he had just received inside, "It's none of your business!"
"No, I can ignore the rest, but let a secret alliance clan leader regain his legal status in Barton? Huh, do you think I can still ignore it?" Darcy raised his head, looked at James, and paused for a while, " Don’t forget where you come from, James.”
Darcy is reminding James that he is from the west, and whose west belongs to him? Of the Sabbat. So, Darcy wants James to be a little self-conscious about his stance.
Self-consciously, it doesn’t suit James.
"I only know where I am now!" James looked directly into Darcy's eyes, "I'm in Barton! And Barton has an ancestor of the thirteen clans who is listed as a wanted criminal! He is also the most unstable one. ! Do you really hope that one day the bureau will receive a call to the police, saying that a wanted criminal who attempted to assassinate has been discovered, and then we will send out the police to arrest such a clan! Do you want to go?! If I am right, you cherish your current life more than anyone else His life! And me? I don’t have to be the inheritor to want it! I still want to live!”
Darcy folded his hand holding the pen, frowned, and looked at James with a thoughtful look in his eyes. This thought probably didn't go very well. Several times, Darcy had an irritated look on his face.
Let's put it this way, Linda, the original inheritor, mingled with the first foreign race to explore Barton, then Kozier entered Barton through business cooperation with Liszt, and finally Da, who was arranged by the Sabbat in a circle, came here. West Airborne. The Sabbat has great ideas for Barton.
And this idea is really not suitable for the ancestors of a secret alliance in Barton to hang around here.
If you understand it this way, you can understand that Darcy naturally hopes that the identity of the wanted criminal will always be on Mokawi. Even though the current era is different from the past, and social classes are not so fixed, wanted criminals cannot have status. This is what the Sabbat is happy to see.
However, James just said something very important. The ancestor of this clan wandering around in Barton is Mokavi. If she is always listed as a wanted criminal, sooner or later she will confront herself as the top leader of the police station. superior. Now that Darcy is so clear that he belongs to the Sabbat, does he want to face the ancestors of the hostile alliance? He didn't want to at all.
James looked at the change in Darcy's face, twitched the corner of his mouth, and turned around, "And in Barton, does it make sense for you to mention the Sabbat and the Secret Alliance? The Secret Alliance is gone! You can ask Smith Rimmer from the Saints, Gangro from the Saints, and Nofiler from the Hermann Factory." It is necessary to add, "That guy from Grande! Which of them still recognizes the Secret Alliance!"
Darcy stared at James, "Who taught you to say that?"
Without a doubt, "That guy from Grande!"
"Zach." Darcy loosened his closed hands and put them on the desk. His face was surprisingly calm, "I should have known that it was him who allowed you to exonerate a vampire. He must have spent a lot of time. A lot of persuasion, right? I even taught you how to persuade me."
"Who teaches it is important!" James was no less irritable, "He said the truth! If Mokavi is not in Barton, nothing will happen, but she is in Barton! All it takes is a fool with an excessive sense of justice, and she will create An irreversible social tragedy!"
Just in time, we have an example of Cyrus hiding a gun under his pillow. Think about it, what would happen if Brielle wasn't around? Mokawi did complain to Benjamin that it felt bad to have a weapon pointed at him, right
"Then what are you going to do?! If you are the director! How are you going to clean up the situation?!" James was breaking the armrests of the chair hard. It was meaningless. He just needed something to use force. "You have to send it downstairs. Are those people (policemen) going to die?! Or are you going there in person? Or are you going to push me?"
Darcy's eyes twitched, "Then let Zach take care of Moka..."
"He can't control it!" Inexplicably, James felt a bad pleasure in his heart. Fortunately, he knew that this pleasure was undesirable and quickly wiped it out.
Darcy pursed his lips and closed his eyes, probably because he no longer wanted to watch James think. After being quiet for a while, he said, "Continue what you are doing." He opened his eyes, lowered his head, and returned to the previous work. He continued, "I am the director anyway, and he will pass me in the end." After a pause, "I heard (Grande's) idea over there and will consider it."
James tutted unabashedly, thinking that he was just reporting to the west and waiting for the Sabbat's final decision. "Is everything okay? If it's okay, I'm leaving." James didn't want to stay any longer.
"How much do you know about Port Massa?" Darcy was not prepared to let James leave so 'easily'. No, he only mentioned the real purpose of calling James up now, "Grand, Zac and the others are doing something to Port Massa..."
"Why are you asking me?" James frowned, "You know everything I know! He and Nophele are eliminating alien races that may come from the Republic!" James wanted to finish speaking quickly, naturally, Because he didn’t want to stay here anymore, “I thought this was the consensus of everyone after the wolves were wiped out and Nophele entered. Barton can no longer accommodate other alien races! What, do you have any opinions again!”
Darcy looked up at James again, reminding the guy that the issue of attitude had been proven meaningless, "No, no objection. What I want to ask is what else did they do besides preventing new aliens from entering."
"What else did they do?!"
"I'm asking you!"
"Then I'm asking you now!"
The topic that Darcy wanted to carry out just died in the confusion on James's face. (.)