Coming down from the director's office, James couldn't tell whether his partner, Cowson, was happy or angry.

But it must be admitted that with the permission of the director, James and Cowson will be much more convenient, they no longer need to sell personal favors in exchange for information, everything is just business.

Therefore, Curson directly snatched James's notebook, ready to go to the colleagues who James had exchanged for free coffee before, and asked for more detailed information about the report. Didn't James say that there were four such fires in the North End, and Paising's Boone was just one of them.

If Cowson's guess is correct, then these former Fight Club members are extremely dangerous guys, and Coulson can't let one go. Still don't make any suspense, Corson is wrong, wrong is outrageous, we who watched everything that happened in Barton should know that these fires are because of the enchantment erected by the Indians to change the laws of the world!

The only people in Barton who are on the right path at this point are Rimmel-Eve and Lydia, who have not yet appeared in front of our vampires.

However, there is nothing wrong with Coulson insisting on going in this wrong direction.

How can this end? The 'cracks' created by the alien race must always be filled in a way that ordinary people can understand. What could be more suitable than the remnants of a terrorist organization that has been destroyed, and the people who carry this black cauldron exist?

So, let Korson toss. As long as you don't make any other mess......

"Hey!" Cousson suddenly reached out and fished over Chapman as he walked by, "Hey! I just have something to ask you!"

James stood aside with a gloomy face, looking at Chapman with a depressed expression. James didn't know what he was going to say, anyway, the two of them who knew about the existence of Barton's alien race didn't have a tacit understanding, and it didn't matter if they arrived now.

"Uh......" Corson and Chapman are much more familiar. Remember, when Chapman's disappearance was first investigated, Corson was the one who tried to defend Chapman, "You look like! How many shifts have you been on?!

Chapman glanced at James with a dejected expression and gave him a puzzled look, which the other party did not accept at all. Forget it, there is no tacit understanding. Reluctantly, he pushed away the hand that was holding his arm and straightened up his police uniform, "I've been busy for many days. Is there anything wrong with you? ”

"Ugh. Cowson's rapid rhythm seemed to be interrupted, and he frowned, "I said you don't have to fight so hard! Didn't you sell your house, and your child's medical expenses shouldn't be so difficult!"

Chapman frowned, he didn't seem to like talking about family matters at the police station. Not to mention the fact that there is also James, who knows some of the truths of his shame, by his side. Glancing at Corson a little irritably, "Do you have any orders?

"Ugh. Corson looked left and right, and he could already feel the eyes around him. It's not malicious, but it's not good! He's not able to offer anything in the Southeast, that's why everyone is busy right now.

What is annoying is that as a result, Coulson's uselessness has become the idleness who is now excluded, and his every move as an idler. are reminding everyone of the reasons for hard work. Bad cycle.

Curson slapped the desk next to him with a terrible face, regardless of whose it was. "Look at the case, the bureau chief personally ordered the case! Do your own business!"

The director's permission could still be used in this way, and James learned.

Ignoring the reactions of the rest of the police station, Corson grabbed Chapman again, "Let's go, go to a quiet place to talk!"

Chapman once again looked at James with a puzzled look, the case ordered by the director himself. That's not good news, and Chapman doesn't want the case to have anything to do with what he's dealing with right now.

Oh, what Chapman is dealing with? Naturally, it's a chaotic war in the Southeast, covering up the truth and containing the corpses that have been discarded at will...... It's just that everyone needs to face up to Chapman's other identity. He's still Crowley's man, a police officer who was controlled by Sgolle's gang in the southeast, [Skull], so Chapman's thing is not just for the stability of the police station, cover up, whatever everyone thinks, the point is not here. The point is that Chapman is still dealing with the aftermath of Sgaull's gang!

What is going on in the South-East is a chaotic war, a chaotic war!'The generals' are all deposed! How can Sgaul be safely in the center? With the support of half of the demons in his gang? Hehe, the gang war of the human race doesn't care that you have demons among your members, something that can only be found in the Holy Scriptures!

Therefore, while Chapman is performing his duties as a police officer, he is still carefully washing away the evidence of the [Skull's crimes], such as destroying the traces of Sgol's weapons that can be traced, and completely destroying some scars that can only be seen when possessed by demons......

To sum up, Chapman didn't want the case that Curson and James were dealing with had anything to do with the devil. With this hope, he passed it on to James with his eyes.

Unfortunately, James still didn't accept Chapman's message, but James was still a little conscious, and he thought that Chapman should be reminded that this case was the case of Zack's vampire. As the only two police officers in this police station who know about the existence of alien races, this right to know is still needed, right?

"Well......" James frowned, and as he followed Curson to a quieter place, he pondered his words carefully, "My informant, well, provided clues to this case. ”

Very well, there was a flash of clarity in Chapman's eyes as he looked at James, but he immediately changed to the confusion of 'more needed' news.

James didn't quite understand Chapman's eyes, and said, these two people didn't have a tacit understanding, they didn't have it before, and they won't have it now.

James tugged at the corners of his mouth, he really didn't know how to say it, "Well...... The fire was completely ignored by our North District Police Department. James pursed his lips, is it okay to say so vaguely?

As it turned out, no.

Because Chapman's eyes became strange, he looked at James and then at Curson, and said something like, "Fire, what are you looking for me for? I'm not in charge of patrolling Massa Harbor?"

Corson stopped, "What? What did you say? Massa Harbor? Massa Harbor also had a fire?"

"Wait!" Chapman became alert, staring at James, who had no idea what was going on, and turned his gaze to Cowson, his face dark, "You want to ask about the fire." ”

Corson blinked, opened his mouth, and looked at James with a strange look. Chapman and James made inexplicable eye contact, how could he not notice, but he always knew that these two people were faintly incompatible, and he didn't bother to ask, "No! What kind of fire are you talking about! First of all, you mentioned it!"

Got the idea?

All Corson had to ask was what Chapman, who lived in Ixton, knew about the fires in the Southside.

And, Chapman said, oh, it's time to revisit a little thing in everyone's memory. The death of Dylan's advanced demon punished by the laws of the world took place in the underground secret industrial base of the Smith warehouse. (To be continued......)