James opened his mouth slightly, his breathing staccato from the twitching of muscles throughout his body. I don't know if it's true that everyone is silent, or what, the world is stagnant in silence.

James could clearly hear his own rapid heartbeat, the blood rushing to his whole body squeezing desperately into the tiny capillaries on his skin under the sudden rise of pressure.

'That's not human,' that was the only thought in James' mind, 'That question mark, this must not be human! Is it a demon?'

Like a spring stretched to the limit, James's intermittent breathing came to a halt in an instant, and his flushed skin became numb after feeling a moment's coolness. The spring begins to bounce back.

The first voice after the world returned to normal was actually Coulson's.

"No!" Cowson slapped two stacks of materials on his desk, "Absolutely not! How can you let Lance go! We don't have any clue what kind of person the other party is! How can we send someone!"

"Do you have a better way?" Chief Cologne glanced at Curson, tugging at the corners of his lips and waiting.

After the silence, Director Cologne snorted softly, "It seems that there is none. He tapped on the table, reminding James, who was visibly momentarily distracted, to focus, "Like Corson said, we don't know anything. These?" he said, shaking his hand on the display board and glancing at Director Hoin mockingly, "These are all things that those men said themselves after they had publicly confessed their guilt. ”

"We can't wait for them to come and sue us. Commissioner Cologne looked at his two detectives, Cosen and James, "We're going to see it with our own eyes! We're going to see it with our own eyes!"

"Why me?" said James, struggling to control his breathing.

"Because you're new. The corners of Cologne's mouth twitched, and he seemed to sigh, "You don't have any complicated relationships at Barton, and you haven't been exposed......"

"No!" Corson was still excited, "Last time Hermann's case, Lance appeared in court......"

"No photos. Cologne waved his hand. "Thanks to the guy who suddenly lost control outside the courthouse (Riwench), the media focused on what happened next. ”

"There are other ...... there"

Director Cologne glared impatiently at Corson and raised his voice. "Do you think I made this decision without doing my research!" Cologne waved his hand and lowered his voice. "He didn't attend any press conferences, only two blurry silhouettes of him at the crime scene, and no one knew him!" Cologne pulled the corners of his mouth, "not like some people." ”

This person is other police detectives, including Cowson, and when the case is over, no matter how big or small, whether the media is interested or not, the police department will flaunt it on its own. That's why we will send a press release or a press conference. Tell everyone, 'We've solved the case again'!

Detective Corson's favorite thing is to describe his exploits in front of a bunch of cameras, so he opens his mouth and swallows what he still wants to say.

"You go out. Chief Cologne waved at the Newton Police Department, "Our own people need to be mentally prepared. ”

Hoin nodded, beckoning to his men. Of course, they won't leave there, and at the end of the day, this is still Newton's case.

Everyone left, and Cologne stood at the door. Sure that no one would eavesdrop, he suddenly walked quickly to the chair that he pulled directly next to James, who was sitting at the conference table and didn't know what he was thinking. He waved at Corson and lowered his voice, "Come here, listen!"

The three of them formed in a circle, Cologne's gaze fixed on James, "Lance, I don't think it's hard for you, you've done more dangerous missions than this before." ”

James tucked his fist at his side and nodded.

"Good. Director Cologne nodded in satisfaction. "But you're not just two people. There will be one more, which cannot be known by Newton's people. ”

"Who?!" Cousson was surprised. His eyes were staring at his boss and he blinked, and he raised an eyebrow. Something else immediately came to mind, and in a questioning tone, "We, uh, don't trust the Newton guys?"

At this time, Cologne was truly satisfied, he curled the corners of his mouth and patted Curson's shoulder, "Yes, I don't trust them. "It may seem scary to put all these cases together, but for Newton, it's the norm." Do you understand what I mean?"

James let go of the confusion in his head, and he didn't want to look too bad when he was in such close contact with the director. Start thinking about the other person's words.

Corson was always the quicker to understand, "You mean organized criminal activity?"

"Yes. Director Cologne nodded with satisfaction again, "We guys in the southeast of Barton have never been so capable, but this is ...... in Massa" Cologne shook his head, "No, in the entire federation, I'm afraid we are the only ones in Barton City." ”

The specific reason Cologne doesn't want to talk about it at all, everyone understands it. I can't say if this is pride or another kind of helplessness. Let's see for yourself.

"And this case is special. Cologne frowned, as if thinking about something.

"This guy. Curson pointed to the question mark on the display board, "He already has power in Newton, but he gave up." ”

Cologne nodded, with a stern smile on his face, uh, or rather smiling or not?

"What's special is that Hoin actually chased after us, for a guy who didn't have a clue, and chased us here. ”

Corson blinked, "So it's Newton's gang who wants this guy!"

Hoin was just an errand runner. A police chief is just running errands.

Cologne snorted coldly and glanced at Corson with satisfaction, "So I don't trust them." ”

"Then these ......" Curson quickly flipped through the information he had received before, "whether these are true or not, and will the 'little things' over there in the back bay become ...... according to the pattern they said" Curson frowned.

"I'm afraid it's true. Cologne sighed, "I've been observing this case for some time, and a few weeks ago Newton issued a wanted notice and began to contact the surrounding cities to cooperate in the investigation. As a result, this bad omen appeared with us. ”

"How can we be sure that this must be the model of that club?" said Cowsen, with a hint of hope.

"I'm sure. Cologne shook his head, "Remember the sudden increase in Patton's crime rate before. ”

James frowned, that was when Crowley first appeared.

Corson flipped through the time of the first document, and it matched.

Cologne continued, "It's just that Barton has always been safer than Newton, so that's what we have to do with them, our petty thefts. At the time, no one cared, and the problem was that those people began to confess their guilt publicly, the cases became clear, and the fragmented cases were linked, and this pattern emerged. ”

Cologne's face was worried, and his meaning was obvious, no one in Barton came forward to confess!

Then, the inexplicable wave of crime faded. Cologne's face was not very good-looking, "But I've been paying special attention to this all this time, the patrolmen, including you." He looked at Corson, his expression a little helpless, "I have been integrating and comparing those miscellaneous cases you have gotten, but I have found that they completely coincide with those in Newton City, and even Cheng Dù is the same!"

Cologne pulled out another document, which was no longer from Newton, but from Barton, "First it was ordinary public graffiti, and at first I thought it was the young people of Ogier Street who were just starting to expand. But then there were public facilities that were destroyed, garbage cans, road signs, sewers...... These are already things that can cause harm to people, and this has to make me start to doubt. The next thing is to start with private property, alarms, tires, ......"

This is a process that is becoming more and more strict, and the criminal intent is becoming more and more obvious!

"This can't be a coincidence, it can only be a copy. Cologne was completely stern, glancing at the question mark, "'He' is coming." I don't trust the guys in Newton, and I hate that they came to our Barton to arrest people. But I'm sure I don't want this guy to be in Barton either!"

Cologne's palm slapped to James, who had been quiet, "I can honestly say that my first impression of you was very bad!

"Yes. "What else can James say?" "Who else is this person?" James was more concerned with his mission than with the analysis of the city's 'ethos', and he did not find it at all easier than the task he had once performed as a soldier. The thoughts that had been forcibly thrown back into his mind came back to his mind, and James wanted to hurry up and go out to take a breath.

"Wes Janet. Cologne nodded, not sure whether he was satisfied or dissatisfied, "He should have come to the North End to report, but I can get him to the South End to avoid running into these guys from Newton." ”

"Who's Janet?" James opened his mouth as Corson asked, confused. If it weren't for the disturbed thinking of the alien race, he should have thought of it!

"Newcomers. Cologne didn't seem to be ready to go into details, waved his hand, and looked at Corson, "You don't need to know too much, Lance has a care, you don't have to worry too much." As for you, you're going to work with the guys in Newton to get everything out of me!" he glared at Corson and said viciously, "We're the Barton Police Department, not Newton's bunch of shouting shit!

Cologne took the hands of the two detectives a little funny, and said seriously, "You two are both undercover agents, do you understand?"

When Curson nodded vigorously, James frowned, "Weh, uh, Janet, ......"

"I'll arrange. The director of Cologne sighed, but James still maintained the first impression in his eyes - unseemly free and loose.

"Go and call them in. Director Cologne waved his hand, "You have to work out a way to infiltrate the 'Fight Club', give you a morning, and get it out for me to confirm." ”

Why is it in the morning? Because in the afternoon the director of Cologne is going to deliver these to some new man in the southern district. Give the newcomers an afternoon to prepare, the director is caring enough. (To be continued)