James's eyebrows were sunken, and the expression of a police detective was very intimidating to the gangs in the city, but in fact, James had nothing to do with the 'general' in front of him.

Corson is right, these are special times. After meeting Crowley with Anthony, Zach, and Benjamin on Monday, although the two humans left early, no matter what the vampire and werewolf said next, it played a role, and the crime rate in Barton City began to fall.

The scope also began to shrink, and the restless events that had previously spread throughout Barton City converged and returned to normal frequency, but in the north and southeast districts of Barton, the restlessness in this part of the southeast area surged, that is, gang fighting, which became more and more intense.

The size of the gangs in the city is always accused of the scale of social gangsters, which may have something to do with the history of the city of Barton, where the real resources of the city are in the hands of the gang in the west side of Barton, and the social gangs cannot develop.

Most of the time, the Patton Police Department ignores this area, it is not a laissez-faire, but there is simply no need to take care of it, it belongs to the feeling that even if they are tossed, they can't make any big deals, and occasionally there are bad incidents and individual arrests.

Crowley seems to have noticed this trait and began to concentrate her movements here, which is a good thing for the whole city of Barton. And the people here also seem to be particularly easy to instigate, and there are more and more 'fighting' between blocks, not to mention the bloodshed, and the Barton Police Department has been forced to increase the police force and start supervising it.

And the appearance of James and Couson represents a vicious murder. The 'war' between neighborhood gangs set a new high in Barton's history.

The 'General' smiled and used a helpless expression, "You've already come in, go out again." In any case, I've already spoken to the police. If someone wants to make trouble, I can't help it. He adjusted his sitting position and leaned towards Detective Corson, a smile on his face, "Actually, I've been trying to find an excuse to join this 'scuffle'. He patted Corson on the shoulder, "Now, you gave me one." ”

Curson's face stiffened, and he knocked the ash off his cigar, and after thinking for a moment, this time it seemed that he had really lost his detective posture, and said, "Why this time, you know everyone's eyes are on this now." When this time passes, no one will care about what you want to do. ”

According to Colson's truth, public interest in the church accident has subsided, and the timing has been very 'coincidental' for the police to successfully cover up the sudden increase in crime in Barton, but a new focus has emerged - the riots in the southeast of Barton.

The Barton News has been reporting on these days, and ordinary citizens can't feel anything, but it is precisely in this way that the public opinion of bystanders has brought tremendous pressure to the Barton Police Department.

The 'General' looked at Curson and smiled, his fingers fiddling with the wine glass in front of him, "This is what an old friend should say, I will follow your persuasion." The 'General' picked up a wine glass, leaned sideways, and raised his voice to the people in the bar's lobby who had been watching this side, and said to them, "We don't shed this muddy water." ”

The people in the bar, having received the order, continued to drink with a blank face, and did what they had to do.

Corson shook his head, "Now you can tell us where this guy is, you must know." ”

"Wait a minute. The 'General' cleared the wine from his glass and shook his finger in front of Corson, "I haven't finished talking about it yet. Like you said, you're coming, and the people who are going to be looking for trouble already have a reason to come to trouble. You don't want your old friend to listen to your words and not take the initiative to cause trouble, but others will come to mess with me. ”

Jacoes's newly raised hand was held down by Cowson, and what he was about to say was stopped by the partner who was more senior than him.

Corson thought for a moment, "I can do you a favor, but you owe me this time." ”

The 'General' smiled, "You have caused trouble, but I owe it to you, Curson, you are so funny. ”

Curson no longer plays any games, looks at each other, and lets each other judge for themselves.

Either way, it would be foolish to get involved in a gang fight at a time when the Patton Police Department is now in focus. Whether Corson and James come or not, the 'General' has to find a way to avoid the limelight this time, if he still wants the people in this bar to be intact.

So Cosen's mention is not ridiculous, Cosen's contribution is not trouble, but opportunity. An opportunity for the 'General' to survive this period in peace.

The General's fingers tapped on the empty glass, "Good." I owe you once. ”

Curson nodded, gesturing to James again. James handed the photograph back in, and the 'General' took it, reached out and beckoned a man, handed it over, and the photograph was quickly passed around the bar. When I came back again, several people came together.

As the 'General' said, the person in the photo is a 'mouse', but no one wants to keep an eye on the mouse's whereabouts all the time.

At the signal of the 'general', several people began to recount what they knew.

It's not a novel story, the people in the photo are typical villains, wandering around several gangs to spread rumors and then provoke fights. Crowley's methods are old, but effective. It was only in the process that he 'maybe' crossed the line and left a body behind, so he was targeted by the detectives of the murderer team.

Most of the information told by the General's men, James and Curson already knew, and rearranged the timeline and order of events.

"Not long ago, I saw him enter the [skull]. ”

This was the last piece of information, James and Cousson nodded, not thanking the guys who were already the equivalent of 'informants'. Curson nodded at the General, "Be careful. ”

This is not a warning, but a reminder. Corson did not shy away from the 'general' when he sorted out the information, and from the information he knew now, neither the police nor the gang members could see what the purpose of the rat was.

As always, James knew that it was the administrator of hell, the devil, who was creating 'sin' in people to increase the chances of the soul going to hell after death. Even if someone believed the truth, James couldn't tell it.

Corson directly used the phone behind the bar, and in front of the 'General', 'abused' the function of a police detective, and dispatched a team of patrol officers to station on the street where the 'General' was located. The 'general' nodded slightly, as if he owed a favor. Curson didn't linger any longer, and left the bar with James, finally getting a breath of fresh air again.

The Skull Bar wasn't too far away, and Corson seemed to be very familiar with the streets here, driving a few streets with the steering wheel in his hands, and had already parked the car in front of the Skull Bar.

The two entered the bar again, but the scene was completely different, and the two black-faced detectives took out the photo bluntly, "Where is he?" ”

"I'm sorry. The man with a skeleton tattoo on his neck raised an eyebrow, "Just left." "Very sweet point to the back of the bar.

"He said something. Curson was clearly not as patient as he was with the 'General', and asked in a dry tone. That's the attitude of the Barton Police Department towards the majority of people here.

The man shrugged, "He seems to be in a bit of trouble himself, coming and going in a hurry, and he hasn't been able to say anything yet." ”

"What do you mean. James raised his chin. Originally, the two detectives were ready to threaten the whole process, but they didn't expect the other party to cooperate so much, but now I don't know if this cooperation is true or false.

"Someone is chasing him. The man waved his hand, "If you hurry, you might be able to catch up." ”

James and Cousson glanced at each other, and now the two of them had to divide their labor. Cousson hesitated, he was far more familiar with the streets, he was far more than James, but he was not at ease about leaving James here alone to ask for details. When the two of them were together, who knew if they would come back, the place was already empty!

James didn't hesitate, because first of all, there was nothing to ask. The guys they hunt down don't have any motives that can be judged by the human mind, and the method is traditional provocation. And then, and most importantly, the bullets in the Corson gun are not idiosyncratic.

He didn't wait for Curson to say anything more, and rushed to the back of the bar. The tattooed man leaned sideways, looked at James's back, chuckled and shook his head, then looked at Corson with a look of whatever you want.

James burst out the back door of the bar, grabbed the passerby, and asked if he saw anything. Maybe James was lucky, and the other party really said a direction, and also described the characteristics of the two.

James wasted no time, running in the sun, in the direction that the man said. It's just that a strange feeling welled up in James's heart.

"Tall, sturdy, shiny hair combed back, black crewneck shirt, like a priest. ”

This is how the passer-by described the pursuit of the prisoner as James's purpose.

James threw away the strange feeling in his heart, and as he ran, his hand already pressed on the gun. The other party is a serious suspect, and James has enough reasons to use a gun, and he doesn't have to worry about the countless Wen Jiàn reports later.

Passers-by pointed in a dark alley, and James's body quickly disappeared into the shadows of the building.

James's heart raced, he knew that with his weak human strength, he could not kill the demon, the only thing he could do to destroy the demon's vessel, the body that had died when he possessed it.

James drew his saber in his free hand and ran deeper into the alley.

Red, a bright red lit up from the deep corners of the dark alley, the blue-gray walls of the building flashed in the bright red light, and the raised stone bricks were pulled out of slender shadows. James tried to speed up, but in the flickering red light, it was as if the explosion of electromagnetic buzz had slowed him down.

James leaned against the wall, leaning forward slowly.

As if swept by the flames, the black ashes were blown up by the air currents in the vents below the rear of the building, and the traces of the burning burned were visible and extinguished at the edge of the raised ashes.

"Patton ......" James saw the figure in the ashes, and in the chaos of light and shadow, he couldn't tell who the other person was, so he issued a warning......

James' vision swirls as it vanishes, and above the dark alley surrounded by buildings, the sky is obscured by someone who has stepped over him.

Really the same as a priest. The thought flashed through him, and James lost consciousness.