To the south of the northern borough of Barton, which is bounded by Mary's Church to the south, this whole area is considered the 'bad' area of Barton.

In the west, there is the peaceful but low per capita income of the Paising district. Heading east from Paising, in the area between Ogier Street and Highway 27, per capita income has remained at the same level, but the age has begun to decline.

Unlike most of the middle-aged and elderly citizens who can finally own a house with half their life savings, the savings of the people here are not enough to maintain an independent house, and they mainly rent apartments, and Daniel lives here.

Then cross Route 27 and take a sharp turn after a short buffer area after a roadside public facility such as a gas station or bus stop.

If you don't want to work in Barton City, but you want to earn some extra money, and trade your fists and wounds all over your body for a free life, please come here. Pick a random bar, find the imposing-looking man sitting in the opposite side and smoking a cigarette, and show your loyalty, even if you find the boss.

The sea-view property in the north-east of Barton South was abandoned by the influence of this area.

And the detectives in the Patton police station have been almost permanent here in the last few days. James and Detective Cowson pushed open the door to the bar, but it was only noon, and the oncoming smell of alcohol and smoke almost made the two of them vomit the cold hard pizza they had just eaten!

Curson inadvertently pressed James's lower back, momentum! In the gaze cast in the smoke, the detective must show enough momentum!

"It's a little early to drink this, don't you think?" Curson lifted his coat with one hand, the police badge on his waist and the holster on his side flashed away, he directly took the bar counter, a muscular strong man was about to hand the wine glass to his mouth, smiled in the other party's suppressed angry eyes, sniffed, and walked directly to the back with the wine glass.

James followed, his gaze swept over the man with his shoulders bared, he wasn't as comfortable as Curson, his fingers stiffly pressed to his side.

Detective Corson seemed to be familiar with this place, and walked into the innermost compartment with his wine glass. Facing each other, a table full of wine bottles sandwiched between the two-seaters, and the seats on either side were already full, and Curson's free finger ticked at a nervous-looking man in the seat, motioning for him to get out of the way.

The middle-aged man who was being hugged by a woman curled the corners of his mouth, withdrew his thick arms from the body that was encircling the woman, and smiled and lit a thick cigar. The woman next to her consciously took the wine bottle and began to pour it herself.

The man who was being watched by Coulson pursed his lips bitterly, and finally gave up his seat.

"Don't you see that we have one more person?" said Cousson as he stood still and said to the other man in his seat.

The man gave Coulson a nonchalant look, then at James behind him, and finally at the 'boss' opposite, and after receiving the order, he also gave up his seat.

Curson waved impatiently at James and sat down on the couch. The glass he had brought in his hand was put to his lips and he took a sip, frowning and complaining.

"What's the matter with these people, haven't I been here for too long? I don't have any respect at all. "Detective Cousson was really complaining.

"Ah, Cowson. The man across from him smiled and threw a cigar, "It's nice to meet you too." You can't blame them, how long have you not been here, two years, or three years?" James moved, he didn't like this kind of scene, this kind of situation.

"Is it that long?" said Corson casually waving his hand and picking up his cigar, "I can come a few more times if you want." ”

"Hehe, that's not necessary. The man raised his finger, and the woman next to him pouted and got up and left the sofa, "The murder team? The man glanced at James, "Who is this?"

"Lance. Corson glanced at the other party with a smile, "Are you really a 'general', he said it." ”

Curson picked up the scissors on the table, carefully cut his cigar, and glanced at James and gestured to the other side, "'General,' Detective Reims." ”

James frowned, looked at the other's raised eyebrows and outstretched palms, and did not reach out to shake them.

Now that we're done, it's time to get down to business.

"So, how did you get here?" the General's hand paused in the air for a lonely moment, then retracted it, looked at James and smiled, returning to Corson. He didn't say anything until he knew what the other party meant, "I hope it's just to catch up." ”

"Me too. Curson was like an old fritter, smugly holding a cigar, as if intoxicated by the smoke he was exhaling, "But next time, it won't be a good thing for us all to come here." Curson leaned back on the couch and gestured to James.

It's a packaged version of the black-and-white game, with the 'old' friendship with Coulson, and the newcomer, the stunned young James.

James pulled out a photograph, put aside the bottle and ashtray on the table, and put it down, "Where is this man?" ”

The 'General' lazily picked up the photo, which was a very ordinary man, and the photo was a keep-alive photo of the case, so there was a large bruise on his face, but it did not affect the recognition.

The 'General' frowned, put the picture back, and looked at Corson, "What's wrong with him." ”

Corson raised his fingers and did not speak. James looked expressionless and pushed the photo in front of the other party again, "It's none of your business, you just have to tell us where he is." ”

The 'General' laughed, "Then I don't know." ”

"Don't do that. Corson smiled and put his hand on James, as is often the case with police and criminals outside the police station, where the cop is testing what the other person knows, and the criminal is testing what the other person knows. The best case scenario is that the two sides never reach a consensus, which is the need for peaceful exchanges.

"You don't want this rat to run around your neighborhood, do you? Colson gave a vague hint of information.

"Not in my kitchen, so I don't care. "The 'General' said with a smile.

"Then you won't care, let's check your 'kitchen'. James put away the picture and looked the 'General' in the eye.

"Don't do that, partner. Curson seemed to be able to say all he could say, and he patted James on the shoulder, "I don't want to be caught between my 'old friend' and you." ”

"Whatever you want. "The 'General' looked at James and made a gesture of please, he didn't seem to care about the detective's threat. The reason is also very simple, the other party is a homicide team, he didn't kill anyone, what is there to worry about?

James immediately got up and was about to leave.

Corson leaned forward and grabbed James, "Wait, partner, you can't just walk out like this!" Coulson pulled James back, leaned forward and lowered his voice, looking at the 'General' seriously, as if he was speaking of serious comfort.

"You don't want us to just go out like this, do you, it's a special time, you know we're a murder team, we don't want to get in any trouble. But what about the rest of the people here? Old friends, they don't think we're just trying to find a murderous rat, in their eyes, we're just policemen, what do you say?"