James was in a bad mood as he pushed the car door open, and Georgina expressed her support for him postponing the date, and the girl said with a relieved expression, "Go and protect Barton! I can tell Sù Winnessa that I don't have to take my shift, I'm still worried about having to pay her two shifts! You know, the weekends are the busiest." ”

This did not comfort James in the slightest, so he said to himself fiercely, 'Better something important!'

The facts did not disappoint James, the front of the police station was almost full of cars, and Cowson's 'everyone' was not exaggerating. Among the familiar license plates, there are a few unseen license plates, which should be from the Newton Police Department.

Walking into the police station, the usual noise was replaced by silence, and everyone seemed to care about even walking, and the occasional noisy street thug immediately fell silent under the fierce turn of dozens of pairs of eyes. Then everyone's eyes shifted again, stopping at a few strangers sitting in the middle of the police station.

Corson turned his chair away, and a row of homicide detectives leaned back in the chair, tilting their heads to look at the guys with passes pinned to their chests, raising their chins from time to time and pulling the corners of their mouths defiantly.

Immature.

The homicide squad, as part of the strictest part of the police station, is now being pushed down in front like a watchdog, demonstrating to their peers, not naïve, what is it?

James grimaced, pulled his partner over, and whispered, "What are you doing?"

"Detective Lance!" Corson raised his voice, "My partner! You're here!" he didn't mean to answer his partner's question, and raised his chin to the men, "The General's son is my partner, a detective at the Patton Police Department. Can the Newton Police Department compare?'

The corner of James's eye twitched, but he had to smile and reach for the stranger's outstretched hand. Shake them in turn, and silently write down the self-introductions of these people.

Corson snorted, the show was too obvious. He crooked his eyes. "Partner, you forgot to bring coffee, let's go out for a walk. The arm was already on James's shoulder.

"Huh. Newton's man laughed dryly. "At least we know by now that everyone's coffee is just as bad. ”

The person who wanted to laugh held back. Curson glared at the pouting officers and walked out of the police station with James in his arms.

"What the hell is going on!" James pushed Corson away as soon as he left the door. If he just called him for a show, then he didn't dare to guarantee that he would not be able to hold back.

Corson sniffled, leaned over to James and took a breath, "You're wearing perfume, what are you going to do today?"

James stared at Corson gloomily without speaking.

"Okay, I don't ask!" Curson laughed and pressed James's arms to raise his hands. "I don't know what the case is." ”

Seeing James's expression of wanting to make a move again, Corson immediately added, "You're the one the big-guy is going to call!

"Director Cologne?" James raised his eyebrows. The female leader of the homicide team, Corson, will be addressed by the boss (boss), and the boss refers to the boss's boss, which is the director. James tugged at his collar, wanting the perfume he had worn for Georgina to evaporate quickly, he didn't want his 'boss' to have a worse image of himself. King's first impression is still there, and the director of Cologne is not someone James can 'buy' with a treat, "Why me?"

"What do you think?" Cowson had already seen James's intentions. After all, he is a young man, and he always hopes to have a good appearance in front of his boss, but this redundant and meaningless action is really a bit ridiculous," Lance. ”

Corson accentuated the surname, and the meaning was already obvious.

James frowned, it wasn't a joke with Wes, it was a matter of reality. James pursed his lips, using Lance as a 'vase', just like Coulson had just done. Or is it more practical to use the forces represented by Reims - the military?

The former made James angry, and the latter made James just as angry.

It's like James would say when he picked up the phone. Detective Reims instead. Son of Lance, the same.

Corson patted James on the shoulder, which was kind of comforting. The expression seemed to have made a great sacrifice, "Today I invite you." ”

"Cousson, Detective Lance!" someone stood at the door of the police station, shouting, "Boss!"

Curson's face was relieved, and he happily pushed James back, "I'm really going to invite you!"

James didn't bother to say anything, threw his shoulders over his partner, straightened his coat, and walked into the police station.

A couple of Newton Police Department guys were already waiting, plus Corson and James were heading up the floor, apparently for a meeting.

As soon as he entered the conference room, a man about Cologne's age smiled and held out his hand to James, "You must be Detective Reims, it's nice to meet you." He held James's palm and clapped his arm, "Whatever, I'm a fan of General Lance." ”

James remained expressionless. The man continued to look at Coleson and also stretched out his hand, "You must be Detective Cosen, Cologne has a high opinion of you." ”

Cologne?The direct title can only mean that the two are equal, and it seems that this guy is the boss of the Newton Police Department.

After introducing himself, the director of the Newton Police Department did not let people wait any longer, and directly flipped over a display board with Cologne, the white layout has been obscured by large and small photos, materials, and labels, "Let Cologne tell you about this case, you can ask questions at any time, and I will answer." "He's a very direct guy.

Cologne glanced at his two subordinates, who were more direct than Hoin, and pouted impatiently, "This case is just the two of you." It's as if the people who came here for the demonstration were too busy to spare time, "No one can help you, and our resources are wasted in other people's cities!"

"Newton, your neighbor. Director Hoin added lukewarmly.

So this is a case of cross-city support?

Cologne waved his hand, and the lazy and peer-to-peer argued, turned to the display board, pointing to the top, "'Fight-Club', that's what you're aiming for." Then Cologne's hands swayed up and down in front of the display boards, smashed cars, broken shop windows, collapsed statues of squares, and building frames left after the blasting...... A full display board.

"That's what this so-called club does. "The director of Cologne has lost two documents.

James and Cousson frowned and flipped through the information, and the first page was the total number of casualties and property damage. The total number made the two of them frown even tighter. Continuing to flip through the detailed reports of events, the unfamiliar place names reminded the two of them that these were all things that happened in someone else's city. Oh no, their neighbor - Newton.

"Hmph. Cologne snorted. "It's nothing to look at, it's just the arrogant masterpiece of a group of extralegal elements. ”

"Anti-social-social-elements take revenge on society. Director Hoin glanced at Cologne, shook his head, and added.

"The anti-social-social-elements you didn't catch!" said Director Cologne, looking back.

"Now it's Barton. Director Hoin said helplessly, "Cologne, is it okay to be serious? ”

James looked away from the material, frowning. His eyes looked at his 'boss', "Director, nothing like this has happened to Barton lately. He didn't understand the purpose of choosing himself.

"Good question. ”

James's gaze turned to Hoin, he didn't think what he had just said was a question.

Director Hoin handed over two thicker documents again, "We found their pattern. James frowned and took it, flipping it open, and Director Hoin continued, "To answer your question, it's not that you haven't noticed. ”

James flipped through it quickly. Road signs have been altered, sewer manhole covers have been removed, garbage cans have been vandalized, alarms have been removed......

Wait, why is it so familiar.

James and Cousson glanced at each other.

"Back Bay, Pai Siying. "Director Cologne's affection is obviously gone, and he has not deliberately squeezed his peers before, and he is stern. "Even in Herman's factory, such 'little things' have begun to increase. You two should have found out. ”

Indeed, it was discovered that these 'little things' almost coincided with the events that Coulson had written down all the way through his irritable mood that night.

But as detectives, they noticed that this was a complete coincidence, and the patrol officers should know better, why James and Curson were chosen?

"We found a pattern in them. Director Hoin pulled over another display board and pointed to a question mark at the top, "This is the soul of their club." ”

"What a soul!" Director Cologne impatiently pushed Hoin away, "it's just a cult-organizer!no photo, no name, we don't know anything!" he was blaming the Newton Police Department for its incompetence.

The director of Cologne stood in front of the display board. The finger swiped down, completely replacing Hoin's explanation. "The first step is recruitment. The candidates are those who are dissatisfied with society. He looked at his two detectives, "So basically anyone!"

Hoin, who wanted to explain, was interrupted by Cologne's glare and continued, "Step two, train. Start with these little things!so anywhere!"

Hoin, who had fully felt Cologne's resentment, shook his head and gave up interjecting.

"The third step, brainwashing, hypnosis, you can call it whatever you want! Prepare for the next ......" Cologne pulled directly over the previous display board, "This is a qualitative change."

"Step 4. Cologne's hand pointed back to the question mark at the top, "This guy, drop one of your subordinates and move on to the next place!"

James and Cousson glanced at each other. So he gave an order, and when the people in the police station were fully tied up under his hands to create a vicious incident, he got out without any involvement.

"Those of his men. Curson frowned and looked at Hoin, "Didn't you catch it?

"We didn't catch it. Hoin frowned, "They all confessed publicly after the fact. He emphasized the word "public," he said, "'You all live in hell,' and that's what they say to the citizens when they go public." ”

Cologne frowned, "Focus!"

Hoin shook his head helplessly, "No matter what method we use to interrogate." "It's still a question mark, and we're even wondering if there's anyone else." ”

"We. There were so many thoughts crowded in his head that James's face was completely gloomy, "What to do." ”

"You. Cologne gestured to James, "You're going to join the 'Fight Club.'" (To be continued)