OUTSIDE THE NORTH SIDE POLICE STATION OF PATTON, TWO BLOCKS AWAY, THERE IS A JO'SBAR. It's called the Police Bar because it's where the police meet after their work.

"Hey! Lance (James)!" Detective Cousson walked out of the bathroom behind the bar, staring unhappily at a trail of water on his pants. Corson walked past James on the phone and patted his partner on the back, "Who are you talking to?"

"A friend. James held the microphone, "Order me a whiskey." ”

Corson pouted, his chin pointed at the guy at the bar, "You heard the 'boss'! Two glasses of whiskey!"

The guy smiled and pulled out two cups, and the detectives at the bar teased Curson: "Curson!

Curson didn't refute, sat back in his seat, and shouted at James, who was still on the phone, "Hey!

James nodded helplessly and shouted into a room of detectives, "I'll invite you all today!"

Corson turned his head in satisfaction, "See!

Now, we know how James reversed the bad impression of Shapeshifter Gold......

"You're an Indian?" said Anthony's voice on the other end of the line.

"Yes. I saw his Poirot tie, I confirmed. I called just to sue you, I'm going to find this guy. James spoke quickly as he clutched the microphone.

"No! Lance, you don't want to have anything to do with the hunters!" Anthony's tone was hurried.

"Why?" said ......James, turning his back and holding the microphone tighter, lowering his voice, "Mayor! he has a knack for dealing with those things! We need him! He can help us keep the city of Patton safe!"

"No, Lance, James, we don't need him!" Anthony's voice lowered, perhaps under the influence of this side, and became shorter: "Trust me James, hunters have no respect for the law! They enforce their own rules, they are all criminals! Have you forgotten how he did to you and Corson yesterday? You're a policeman! We're going to protect Patton, but we don't need the help of criminals! It's just a ghoul! You should have contacted me sooner! Salt water can kill them!"

James frowned, he was not familiar with hunters, and even half a month ago he thought that hunters were just farmers with a unique obsession with wild deer and turkeys. Unexpectedly, this word also represents a group of professional killers with unique skills who hunt inhuman people everywhere.

Anthony has a point. In his first encounter with the Hunters, James discovered that they were not good people.

James fired six shots last night, and the location of them was an apartment building with a large number of retail residents living there, and it was impossible not to cause a commotion. When we conducted an investigation this morning, none of the people living in the surrounding area answered that they slept too hard last night and didn't notice any movement outside! Such a coincidence is almost impossible!

Moreover, the Indian man came up and stunned Cosen, so much so that now, Cousson insists that the criminal in the missing murder case was a team crime, and he was sneak attacked!

James thought for a moment and said into the earpiece, "At least I want to know who he is! maybe, just maybe, we can work together." ”

"Hey!" Anthony sighed on the other end of the phone, "I know you won't listen to me!" but James, you must be careful! Keep yourself safe! Also, don't divulge Zach and them! They are our true allies!"

"I know. James frowned and hung up.

Corson slapped the table at the bar and urged, "One more round!"

"No need. James returned to the bar and stopped his partner, "You have to drive home in a while, one ......" James looked at the two empty glasses and shook his head helplessly, "Two glasses are enough." ”

Corson nodded, and turned to a bunch of colleagues: "Look! this is a good 'boss'!"

"Okay. James patted Coerson on the back and helped him up, Cousson was already drunk! Middle-aged man, everyone understands......

James motioned to the guy behind the bar to keep the account, and King 'ruined' most of his clothes, which he had worn from yesterday to today, and had not brought his own purse. He took out Curson's key and helped his partner out of the bar. Pushing Corson's heavy body into the car, he walked to the driver's seat.

When James drove Coulson's car, he had just left [Jos's Bar] only five minutes later. A man in a Poirot tie plays with a coin in his hand and pushes open the door to the bar.

"Beer. The man looked around and sat down at the bar.

In a police bar, it is not a normal thing that an unfamiliar face will appear. Especially in the afternoon, when the sun has not yet sunk into the horizon, it is not a good habit to drink, and alcoholics who need alcohol prefer to go to their familiar bars.

The man didn't seem to realize that he had caught the detectives' attention, and he smiled and pressed a twenty-plus bill on the bar and raised his chin at the guy behind the bar.

"This must be a police bar, I don't know, do you know a police detective named James Lance?"

The guy behind the bar was stunned for a moment, looked at the bill, and then hesitantly looked at the detectives in the bar.

"Hey!" the detectives put down their glasses for a moment and looked at the people in front of the bar, "You! Who are you? What are you looking for Lance?" a detective hunched his waist, revealing the gun on the inside of his shirt and the badge on his belt.

The detective's tone is not friendly, and using bribes to inquire about a person's whereabouts is not a fair and bright thing!

"Oh!" the stranger turned to look at what was exposed inside the detective's coat and smiled and spread his hands, "I'm not looking for trouble." Looks like I've found the right place, you must be a colleague of James Lance!"

The detectives' posture did not change, staring at the guy, waiting for an explanation.

"Well, it's my fault. The man turned to the guy at the bar and nodded, "You can take the money, that's your tip." ”

The man took his beer, stepped down from the bar, sat down at the table next to the detectives, and explained with a smile: "I'm just an outsider, I have a friend in Barton who knows James Lance. That friend of mine, well, I shouldn't have said that, but he's really not a good mix!"

The detectives relaxed a little, they had already guessed where the story was going.

"You know what I mean, he's the son of General Lance, and I think he's a lot better than my friend......! Hey, you know!" the man raised an eyebrow.

The detectives went back to drinking and chatting, and one of the detectives quipped to the man, "You're going to be disappointed! Lance is a detective! You won't get anything good out of him!"

The man smiled and raised his glass to signal, "You can't say that! He's a police detective, isn't he? I'm just an outsider, at least I'm friends with him, I'll be safe! All I want is safety." ”

"You know what, you're right!" the detectives laughed and raised their glasses, "You've found the right place, the right people!

The man in the Poirot tie, the eyebrows on his smiling face raised slightly, raised his glass again: "For the one who keeps Barton safe!"

You may wonder why this guy who claims to be an outsider, but is actually an Indoan hunter in James's mouth, is looking for Lance, then the next conversation should make everyone understand.

The detectives put down their empty cups and beckoned to the guys at the bar, it was James who was in for a treat.

"What is your friend doing, Lance has only been here for a short time, and he has already made friends?" asked a police detective casually.

"Oh, he's working at Barton Telecom, a nobody. ”

The detectives nodded half-knowingly, it seemed that it was the guy that Curson and their gods mysteriously protected some time ago.

The person the detective thinks about is Fitz, and I can tell everyone very responsibly that this man is not talking about Fitz, but the 'missing David'!

Got it? Even a guy like me knows the rumors that Barton is a paradise. It is not surprising that a hunter who hunts aliens by profession would know that David had provided himself with the identity of the 'son of a general'.

It's not nonsense that Anthony told James to be safe, and in the eyes of hunters, James Lance, who is already the son of the Transfigurative General, is the prey.