James was indeed injured, but not to the point where it affected his freedom of movement. Therefore, after cooperating with the director's 'condolences and commendations' in front of the media, he was willfully discharged from the hospital.

I took off my hospital gown, put on the clothes I had taken off when I was brought in yesterday, still with a little blood, and flagged down a taxi in front of the hospital, "Grande Funeral ...... in the South Uh, first...... Liszt Backstreet. ”

Oh, and Corson didn't leave the hospital with him. Coulson wants to enjoy the current situation, and if he is injured, no, no, it is the director's personal apology, an apology for not paying more attention to Cowson's clues. When taking all the credit for solving a big case, you can also enjoy paid vacation because of a 'small' skin injury. The real meaning of the little is that Cousson is tied up like a mummy, and it can be described in a positive way because this paid vacation is really long, long, and the painkillers make Cousson still in a wonderful world!

"Wait, I know you!" the taxi driver looked at James in the rearview mirror, "You're that James Lance, aren't you!

James's face turned unnaturally and turned his head sideways, "I'm not ......"

"It's really you!Detective Lance! your badge is still on your waist!" the driver had turned completely, smiling at James's waist.

"Look at the road!" James pulled the corners of his mouth, unable to deny it anymore.

"Oh, I'm sorry! I'm a little excited. The driver turned his head, but he was about to stop speaking, and his eyes moved back and forth between the road and the rearview mirror, "That." Detective Cousson, hehe, you're a hero or something. How does it feel!"

James moved in the back seat, not wanting to reply.

"Oh, I saw the news that none of you were in danger of life, Detective Cousson......" The driver probably reacted that he had picked up James at the entrance of the hospital, "and the situation is ......"

"He's fine!" James said he wanted to put an end to the conversation.

Hero? Before he called Zack, he still felt a little bit like that, or the feeling of a lone hero, but now? not at all.

The driver did not accept. Or he ignored James's hopes and enthusiastically continued to ask, "So what the news says is true? No support, not enough ammo, with those terrorists, uh, what's it called? Oh! Fighting for an hour?"

The same. Before Zach doesn't say he needs to thank Wales, James will answer yes, now, "I don't have the right to reveal!"

"It's all over the news!" the tone of "Talk about it......" seems to blame James for his life!

"Pull over!

Mature, very mature, I don't know how far it was from Liszt's backstreet, and James got out without even stopping the car. While the slightly obsessed driver was still trying to hand the money he was looking for through the car window, to James. James had already beckoned to stop a taxi again, "Liszt Backstreet!"

Lucky. The driver of the second taxi seemed to be a man of little chat, and for the rest of the journey, James was able to calm his mind. It's time to explain what happened yesterday.

Do you remember Zach's trip yesterday, except for chatting with Georgina in the morning and returning to Grande to make descendants in the evening, a break was omitted in the middle. It was omitted because it was boring, at least in Zach's eyes.

When Zach leaves Georgina behind to look after James, James is leaving the police station while arguing with Curson.

The argument was about the newspaper that Coulson was waving, yes, the newspaper whose cover was stitched together from the photographs of many election candidates. To be more specific, to quote a few words from Cosen, "Are you crazy?!" You don't understand what the Chief said, 'It's just the two of us!!We don't have support!How confident are you!"Wave the newspaper, "Pull all the hatred on yourself!Do you want to die early!"

When the argument continued, the two got into the same car and went to Liszt, when Zach also casually stopped a taxi and hung it in the back.

When Corson can be heard tinkling in the living room of James's house to test how much James' door can withstand, Zach sits downstairs in the corner of the Time Elf and pours his own goods into the drink.

When the [Time Elf] closed the store and Zach had to move to the roof of James's building to enjoy the moonlight, this boring wait made a little movement.

Some old-fashioned masked men began to surround the building where James's house was located. Breaking doors, breaking windows, climbing fire escapes, and even jumping over Zack on the roof...... Fighting began to emerge in James's home.

It was still boring for Zach, and he didn't even bother to stop the man who rolled down James's bedroom from the roof. Everyone should have mastered the keyword, people, human battles only, vampires disdain.

As long as Zach could hear the hearts of the two detectives beating continuously, what did it matter if they were beating a little harder.

What's more, in addition to the masked people who kept rushing into James's house, there was also a group of people who were active outside the attic where James and Cousson were guarding, where they could not be seen. The Devil's Contractor in Welsh hands.

These are the guys in Barton's small role, on street corners, in dark alleys, in hallways, before the masked guys have yet to break into the front of James and Curson, completing a crucial step for James and Curson to survive - attrition.

Zach had no idea how much vampire blood he had left behind when Saint Sissi and Thomas Gangaro left Newton for Barton. But by the time the masked men were able to enter James and Curson's sight, they had no magic potions capable of healing themselves. As long as James and Curson's stamina can hold on, the battle will come to an end.

In this process that is very boring for our vampires, the only wavering thing that makes Zach a little bit intervening is an 'accident'.

It is unknown how to act, but Corson finds a gap in the way to a successful battle and asks the police station for support. However, I received an unexpected answer. The police station is being attacked, and everyone is on their own.

Just wavering, Zach roughly counted the masked men who were on James's side. I subtracted from the list I had obtained from Oz, and I didn't think the threat from the police department was a big deal.

Then, as in the news, after the police lifted the threat from there, reinforcements arrived, and Curson and James managed to hold on. Things begin to become clear, and the two stubborn detectives become the only heroes in the police department who have the truth. Fight Club, the last vestiges of this world, was erased.

Watch as James and Curson are being escorted to the hospital. Zach stopped nostalgic for the moonlight on the roof of James 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.

There is nothing wrong with that. Zach guessed that the remnants of the Fight Club were going to attack James. It can't be in the daytime police station, it must be James alone, or barely a Cousson moment.

Then the remnants of the party will not be able to give James a chance to ask for support, so they will definitely find a way to drag the police station. Sadly, after police support arrived, and James shared the news with the police, Zach learned that all but a few of the people who attacked the police station for the purpose of holding back support were outside club remnants. Most of them are native to Barton.

There's guys who used to be members of Barton's Fight Club. It's kind of a re-assortment. There are also new entrants - people who have lost their jobs because of the Hermann factory.

That's it.

James stood in front of his door, ripped off the cordon, took a deep breath as he looked at the twisted iron gates, the blood stains on the floor, and the furniture that was almost indistinguishable from scrap. It's useless, he still pulls the corners of his mouth with a gloomy face, Zach was actually there watching everything yesterday!

You know, when he pulled the trigger and found that the recoil was gone, James really felt that he was going to die and was going to see Crowley.

The faint sound of broken glass caused James to turn his head in alarm, tugging at the wound, but finding nothing. James pulled out his gun anyway, and before he could realize that his ammunition had not been replenished, he saw something more noteworthy.

James frowned, he saw a glass of red liquid on his half-collapsed coffee table, the water level still shaking.

"Zack?" James looked left and right, kicking away the mess beneath his feet, "Zack! is it you!" Red liquid, what can you think of, tomato juice?

No one answered, James pouted, withdrew his gun, walked to the bar, picked up the cup, sniffed it, it was definitely not a tomato, "Zach!" James shouted again, "Are you addicted to hiding in the shadows!

Still no one responded.

James held the cup and thought for a moment, his injury was not light, it was not serious, it was much better than Coulson, and it would be fine to avoid strenuous activities and take advantage of the long vacation specially approved by the director to recuperate. But, anyway, it's a vacation, so you can avoid contact with your colleagues, and James doesn't have to drag his injuries, he really relies on the little self-healing ability of humans to recover, right?

James lifted his glass and dried. With his hands on his chest, he felt the pain quickly disappear, and James's voice was much more full of breath, and he raised his voice, "Zach! I said it! Just saved me the trouble of going to you! What do you mean by what happened yesterday that I don't know!

Didn't respond.

James frowned, unilateral shouting could not solve any doubts, so now James's purpose should be to get Zach to show up first. The basics of all this, of course, were what James thought he had just drunk, Zack's blood.

Whose is it otherwise? Rimmel on the West Side, Gangaro on the South Side, and James are not related to each other, even if they are 'generals', they are barely lined up to Cowson, and James is conscious. Does Barton have any other vampires? Oh, yes, the Magnon Toredo mentioned in yesterday's conversation with Zach in Oz, does James know him? Or does James think he knows? No.

"I need to talk to you about Louise! You finally did it! Hmph! Turn Louise into a vampire!" the expression on James's face was not half congratulatory, half sarcastic and half disgusted.

Back in the beginning, when James and Louise met at Grande, James tried to warn Louise that the thing that claimed to be a vampire left you might be trying to turn you into a vampire!

Didn't respond.

James snorted, "Louise!" James changed his call, his expression proving that it was just a guess, "Louise, are you going to play this boring game with Zack!"

Naturally, there was still no response.

James shook his head and discarded the speculation, "Zack, it's no fun to keep hiding!" James didn't have time to shout, he had already begun to try to kick away the scattered tables and chairs, and he didn't have much hope to find the furniture that was still intact, and a wave of irritability rose in his heart, naturally, the guy who can't hide now can obviously prevent this from happening yesterday!

"What does it feel like!" James's tone began to have undisguised malice, note, now James's purpose is to get Zach to appear, so it is provocative, "There is a vampire girlfriend!Why, people can't satisfy you anymore, don't tell me that you gave her a choice! In front of you, Louise really has a choice! You just kidnapped her......" This deliberately sublimated to another level was not finished.

There was a noise from the second floor, very slightly, but James caught it and quickly rushed to the second floor, "Zack!

Bedrooms, study, fitness room, nothing but more rags, exuding a miserable smell in the afternoon sun. Well, and a young detective who is starting to get angry, James.

"Sick you!" James waved his fist, and he gave up. Angrily walked to the bedroom, and tore off the wardrobes that were just hanging diagonally in the fitting room, "Don't come out, forget it! I'm going to Grande now! I have time to spend with you! I have a month's vacation! I won't leave until I get what I want to know!"

Taking off his bloodstained clothes, James frowned and looked at the messy pile of clothes, the corners of his eyes twitched, and he irritably picked up the pile of clothes stained with sawdust and debris, and took out a clothes box with 'Morellin' printed on it. Last time, Morellin sold him this set, and he hasn't worn it yet. Now the only option for this is this.

Probably to prove his determination, James pulled out another suitcase, and casually stuffed clothes into it while looking left and right without a clear goal, "I'm going back to my room! If not, I want you and Louise's room, hmph, you don't need it now, right?" ”

James is not a good learner, can't he accept the fact that no one will respond to him?

James, scrambled his suitcase, walked out of the bedroom, and finally looked around his home. So you don't have to take what he said so seriously, don't think too highly of such a thing as persistent determination, it's just that James has nowhere to live.

As he went downstairs, James looked up at a trapboard on the ceiling on the second floor, which was the attic with props for Wednesday game night.

James carried his suitcase and went downstairs anyway. It wasn't that he remembered that he should inspect the dark, dusty place, but that he remembered to tell Fitz that they had got the things back. Until your home is renovated, there will be no one living here. (To be continued.) )