In the early morning, the shy, delicate sunlight penetrated into Grande's office, and the fine dust floated comfortably in the pale yellow morning light. Like a bandit, Old Hank violently pushed open the side door of the office, and An Yang's dust was frightened and rolled with the air current.

The cyan light and shadow, not stained with a trace of dust, floated behind Old Hank, pushing the door all the way, the office, the reception room, the exhibition hall, until the creaking Grande Gate, and kept going east.

Grande's day begins with old Hank picking up the newspaper.

But of course, old Hank didn't know that there was a necromancer behind him, and the door he pushed open dispersed the colored light that surrounded the phantom people around Grande, and Danny on the second floor stood by the window of the room, nervous for a moment before relaxing.

A vampire was spotted on the west side of the owl's wing, possibly a nest of vampires. At this time, it is too unreliable to hope that Mayor Anthony's Indo-An'an ancestry is too shaky, and God knows if the other party has the status of a legal citizen of the Federation.

As long as it is in a federal city, it does not need a visa in the sense of "getting an invitation". Anthony is only the mayor, and he has no right to dethrone someone in Barton.

Now I can only hope that the other party will not come to find trouble, the news that Barton is Alpha's territory has been released for three months (Volume 1), and Wandel, who is still lurking in Newton City, has also confirmed that the alien races (mainly demons) have already determined this, so no matter what the Gangaro sticks to the border of Barton City is trying to do, I hope he can be a little enlightened. If you're not ready to wipe out the wolves and take Patton, don't get any closer.

Danny prepared for the worst, carefully calculating Grande's odds of winning, a Toledo who was at least four hundred years old, Alpha, and a friendly fallen angel. It should be fine, it should be fine......

It's just a time for old Hank to go back and forth, and the morning light is not so delicate. The world is brightened. Old Hank passed by the office with a newspaper in his hand, and the shrill bell rang.

Old Hank cleared his throat. The roar woke up every creature in the Grande, "Who is so immoral!Call so early!Don't you let the others sleep!"

Louise sat up on the bed, blinked, listened for a moment, and then frowned and pushed the 'corpse' next to her, "Zach, the phone in the office." Yours. Then the woman continued to stare for a while, waiting for the blood that slowly flowed into her brain to make her fully conscious. He slowly got up from the bed, pushed open the door of the room, and went to find Alice.

Zach sat up from the bed very smoothly, casually reached for the little wine bottle left under the pillow, and emptied it. Pursed his lips and walked out of the room.

The vampire didn't 'sleep', he just didn't want Louise to worry, so he just made it look like he was sleeping. Unlike Danny's calculating prowess, Zach said to Louise, "Gangaro only. Then it took half an hour to explain what a strange bloodline Gangaro was.

The caller was patient enough to hang up until Zach deliberately walked slowly downstairs into the office.

"Grande. Zach picked up the earpiece.

"Hello. Mr. Grande, I'm Wes Jean Ente. ”

Zach thought about it, it was the man Benjamin mentioned. "You're the guy Mel introduced to sell the car. Zach smiled, "I'm glad you called." ”

Zach wasn't pretentious, and after last night, Grande needed to find a replacement for the old van.

"Huh. The receiver laughed dryly, a hint of apology, which he took for sarcasm, for it was too early, as old Hank yelled, "I'm at my friend's house now." I'm going to go out, and there is no phone in my old house in the South Side. That's why I called so early. I'm sorry to disturb you. ”

"Didn't bother at all. Zach shook his head with the receiver and looked at Old Hank, who was sitting next to him flipping through the newspaper. What really bothered Grande was the old thing, "I'm looking forward to your car, Mel said it's seventy percent new, right?"

"Yes. "It's my parents' car, they didn't drive it much, they didn't drive it, they ...... it" After a short silence, the other party continued, "One has been left for a few years, I came back to check it, and it was very well preserved." ”

"Okay, we'd like to see. Although it has been decided that it will be bought, the necessary process still needs to be walked, Zach asked, "Shall we go to your side, or will you drive over directly." ”

Wess on the other side of the earpiece thought for a moment, obviously he was not sure that he could sell it, although the old Mel used a 'punishment' price for those old things left over from the war, it was already a favor to be able to sell them, he didn't think anyone would really want this car, "Can you come and see it? ”

"Of course. Zach took out a pen and paper, "Address?"

In a certain attic, Wes reported the address, listened to the confirmation on the phone, nodded, confirmed the time, and hung up.

"Jaime (for short)!" Wes shouted as he looked back in the direction of the bathroom, "Is it normal to have a green light on here?"

"What?!" The door was pulled open and James poked his head out, "What did you say?"

Weiss pointed to a light on the phone, "It's still on, is it normal?" James Lance's phone is very advanced, don't forget.

"Oh, that's the recording. James explained.

Wes raised an eyebrow and smiled, "A civilian, do you need this kind of thing!"

"We are not civilians, we are police now. James smiled and retracted his head.

"You're too careful, too. Wes said casually.

"It's never wrong to be careful. James in the bathroom exclaimed, "I've only been here for three months, and my house has been invaded twice!

Wes raised an eyebrow and trotted to the door, staring at a few patches and winking, "I thought you did it on purpose!

"Crossbow!" James's head poked out again, his expression full.

"Penetrated?!" Wes opened the iron door, compared the thickness, and smacked his lips, "How bad is the security in the North District?"

James's deliberately exaggerated expression froze for a moment, frowned, and retracted his head.

"Ugh. Weiss seemed to remember something, "Anthony, the current mayor is right?" he pulled the iron door and looked at a few patches as if to say to himself, "Isn't he also a soldier, how could he make Barton like this?" I thought it would be much better here. ”

James in the bathroom had a dark face and said something half-hearted, half-disobedient, "The mayor is good. It's just that the cases taken by the homicide team are all crazy. James noticed something else in his friend's words, "What's the 'thought it's going to be better here?', is the West a mess?"

"Very. Wes shook his head, "Otherwise, I wouldn't have been transferring for so long." He smiled and blinked, "Does General Lance want to take in his son?" ”

James was in a better mood, and this kind of two-way taunt - James was a second-generation and Wes was an orphan - such a joke can only be said by a real good friend.

James, who walked out of the bathroom, took the watch that was very inconsistent with his identity, and looked at the time, which was the topic of the two of them catching up late.

"You'd better not bring it too often. Wes attacked James mercilessly, "I think soon, you're going to have to give it back!"

"Snatch it from my corpse!" James twitched as he glared at Wes, "I shouldn't have sued you." ”

Wes smiled and patted James and made a cheering gesture.

James shook his head helplessly, and asked with a strange expression, "Have you made an appointment with that buyer?"

"Yes. Wes pursed his lips, "I don't know if he'll buy it yet." That old truck, you saw it, no one would want it now. ”

"There's just some people who like that. James had some conjectures in his head that would make him feel bad, which was why he didn't dare to ask who Wes's buyer was, for fear of hearing a name that would make him explode. James shook his head, "Leaving ......"

The phone rang, and James frowned, walked over to the phone, and picked it up, "Lance." ”

Corson's voice rang out, "Police Department, now!"

"Now?!" James' brow furrowed even tighter, "What are you doing in the bureau? aren't you going to worship?"

"No need to worship today!" Corson's tone was actually happy, "There's something going on in the bureau!"

"I've got something to do too. James grimaced and glanced at Wes, who had already begun to express his regret, "You can do it yourself, I have something to do." ”

Corson's tone changed to stern, "What can you do? Now, now, now! Come to the bureau! Everybody's coming! Newton's guy is here, everybody's coming!"

The phone was hung up.

James listened to the beep in the earpiece, "**!"

Today, while his partner was going to have a service with his family, James compensated Georgina for a day's date. And the pigeons on that day are important days to see each other's parents, so today's compensation is extremely important!

"I can accompany Georgina for you. Wes squeezed his eyes.

"Get out!" James pushed Wes out the door with a gloomy face, "Hurry up and sell that broken car!"

Wes smiled bitterly, no longer irritating his friend, and asked seriously, "Is there another case?" Georgina will understand. ”

James shook his head, he didn't know if it was a case or not, but it would not be a trivial matter that someone from the Newton Police Department would come. He sighed, and that was what worried him as well.

On Friday night, Georgina came to him crying because her father was adamantly opposed to the two of them after learning that James was a police officer by profession. It's a very real problem, and no one wants their daughter to live in a daily worry.

James knew Georgina would understand his work, but the question was, how long would Georgina be willing to 'understand'?