James snapped off the phone, turned around in frustration, and looked at his minibar. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info spilled coffee and a coffee-soaked newspaper spread out on the countertop. That's because James just saw today's newspaper and reacted.

James gloomily walked to the bar, scooped up a lump of toilet paper and threw it on the countertop, and did not continue to clean it up, picked up the newspaper that was still dripping coffee, and carefully identified the writer who was planning the story on the character page.

"Kate!" James pronounced the name, his eyes twitching as he dropped the newspaper as he grabbed his car keys and prepared to head out.

The phone remembered behind him, and James looked back gloomily with the key in his hand, very hesitant.

Let's tell you what he's hesitating about-

Yes, although James took the initiative to call Zack, but fortunately, Zack didn't receive it, and transferred to the answering machine, giving James an unhindered space to vent his emotions, but, James also vented something, just a regular sentence that almost rotten to Zack said, 'What did you do again!!', and then just about to be more specific about today's newspaper report, James automatically stopped and ended the message with a dirty word.

James really wants to know what kind of thing Zach has done to get targeted by the newspapers like that? No, James is so much smarter than that, well, much more forward-looking. The report has come out, and the vampire has been portrayed as a vile and shameless villain. So, it doesn't matter what the vampire did to be attacked like this, what matters is that the person who wrote this report, this reporter named Kate, she should not be far from the end of her life, and the way this life ends is a way that ordinary people can't imagine...... It's not surprising, James's first instinct is always - vampires are, well, vampires, not people anyway.

James didn't need a phone call from Zach now, pulling out some morality that he was powerless to refute, and whitewashing the fact that a life that dared to speak the truth was coming to an end. James doesn't need it!

James doesn't want to hear Zach right now!

But one more thing must be admitted, James would have liked to say something to Zach himself, full of malice and absolute taunting, 'Finally, someone has found out who you really are!oh no! it's everyone! the whole city of Barton!'

So, hesitated.

The hesitation is still a bit long.

Drop - transferred to the message.

"Lance, you'd better be on your way to the police station by now! the Commissioner is looking for you!" said Cousson.

James, who had all his psychology in vain, punched the air, "*!" and turned around and went out in a rage.

After getting into the car, James calmed down a little. He had two directions, one for Barton Daily to find the reporter named Kate, and the other to honestly go to the police station. After calming down, his reason told him that Kate would be safe at least now, and if Zack let the reporter on the first day of this report, ahem, then Zack would be stupid, so James drove to the police station.

It's weird, it feels.

Regardless of James's state of mind, Barton's early morning was no different from usual, pedestrians, buses, cars, and the sun that had not yet reached the summit could only be slanted sideways......

Even the occasional passer-by reading a newspaper in a waiting car didn't have any special emotion on their faces—James had the urge to rush over and put an emphasis on the story on the character page.

But in reality, there is no difference. Barton doesn't show any difference when a vampire living in the city is skinned.

James's heart was filled with this strange feeling and he arrived at the police station.

The first to cover up was Emma, a policewoman who was still at the front desk (this girl has a crush on Benjamin), "Detective Lance, today's newspaper ......"

James quickly rounded the worried face, he didn't want to hear a word that someone was talking to Grande, not at all!

"Uh! finally!" Curson greeted him directly, not letting James go back to his desk at all, and directly pushing James to the elevator.

If you think that Cowson will not mention something, it is too much to underestimate the police's attention to Barton society~

As the elevator went up, Cowson: "Oh yes, did you read today's newspaper?"

James looked at his partner, and seriously, James couldn't predict what Curson would say, defend Zach? Like James himself, let the dark side of the heart ecstatic? Not so much. It is even more impossible to worry about the life of a journalist forward-looking.

Cowson said something unexpected—

"On the Massa port side, the Fisher Group has suspended two freighters......"

Uh, James withdrew his gaze, his face dark. Now he feels better...... Hopeless—he's the only one who wants Zack.

"And there has been no public explanation, and there has been no public explanation, and there has been no movement from Saidir, who is in charge of security at the port of Massa. I feel...... No, I'm sure! Something must have happened!"

James himself was hopeless, and he didn't bother to respond to Cowson.

"Hey, I'm talking to you, haven't you woken up!" Curson pushed James around, presumably preparing a speech like 'the intuition of an experienced old detective', but James was uncooperative, suffocated.

The elevator doors opened.

The layout of the top floor of the police station has also been said before, and it must be deliberate - as long as you look at the door of the chief's office, you can see the person coming out of the elevator for the first time. This time too, not only did Chief Darcy see Curson and James coming out of the elevator, but the two detectives also saw Director Darcy in the office, and, well, someone who has been exposed to Barton quite a lot lately, the owner of a chain of men's clothing from the West, Ozzy Cozier.

Darcy only glanced at it, then lowered his gaze, "I just called Lance." ”

Curson, who hadn't even stepped into the office door, looked at him for a moment, glared at James, and returned to the elevator with a tense body.

James casually closed the office door and sat across from Darcy, the first to speak was Oz, the mind reader—

"Darcy, it's stupid, for his partner to hate James doesn't do him any good for his future. ”

Need you say it officially? Okay.

This is a conversation between three Westerners.

I think it's enough to have this sentence as a lay-out.

"Have you read the hatred in Corson's heart? Darcy looked at Oz, expressionless, "That's a problem to stay, it's better to change partners." "I hope you can keep up.

James's pupils narrowed sharply and he glared at Oz.

Oz shook his head and smiled with helplessness on his face, "I didn't say that, I just said that if you always treat James and his partner so differently, hatred will appear sooner or later." And. Oz winked at James, who was standing next to Darcy who was seated, so he didn't have to worry about Director Darcy noticing, "If you always say this kind of thing in front of James so directly, hehe, you don't need my mind-reading ability to see that James will only become more and more repulsive to us, the West, and the Demon Feast." ”

"Hmph. Darcy glanced at James' gloomy face, "Increasingly." "Then you have read our ......," noting his words, "Master Lance, what do you think of me?" Speak up and listen. ”

Oz continued to wink at James, and both of those winks meant only one - we, you, James Lance, and I, Ozzy Cozier, were one side. Don't forget the mind reader Oz's strange heart, from that abrupt change of tune, telling James that it was the Demon Feast who killed Georgina and was going to manipulate James in this way, to finally making an alliance with Zack.

There were still three Westerners in the office, but he was Ozzy Cozier and James and now Barton.

Listen to what Oz said to Darcy again, "Hehe, let's not say it, in Barton, no matter how we feel, the three of us are all people who represent the Western Devil's Feast, and we are one as one." Some words are too hurtful to say personal feelings, and it is good to bury them in my heart forever. "Blink.

Director Darcy shook his head, and for a person who didn't know the situation yet, he was very calm and waved his hand, "It doesn't matter. Glancing at James, he raised his hand and threw over a document, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone, "Since it's a whole, there are some things that you'd better know." ”

"What is this. The first thing James said after he came in was a gloomy question, the reason - as a document thrown by the police commissioner, there was no Barton police station logo on it. It's not a case or anything, it's just a bill of goods.

"This is a backup of the transaction of the Republican cargo ordered by the Demon Feast through the port of Massa. "It's Oz who explains.

James tried his best to ignore the word 'magic feast', "What deal?" James quickly flipped through the pages, not only was the name of the goods erased, but he didn't even see the seal that should exist on every legal transaction form, "Why are you showing me this?!" The unstable tone that began to make James begin to have an ominous premonition.

There was a moment of silence in the office, and no one answered James.

"People. Darcy frowned and looked up at Oz, unpleasant, "Illegal worker, republican." ”

Oz shrugged his shoulders and said to Darcy, "Don't look at me like that, I've sensed that whoever tells him the truth will be disgusted, Kozil and Lance are world friends, and I'm going to defend our ...... friendship"

"What?!" James had already gotten up from his chair, and Oz was still babbling something, glaring at his top boss, Director Darcy, and yelling, "People?!, the Devil's Banquet is buying people from the Republic?!"

Although James is a 'small' homicide detective, if he were to say it, he would be able to list a bunch of federal laws triggered by human trafficking. No, no, no, it's not that simple, it's a transnational trafficking, and federal law probably doesn't cover what Oz describes as 'disgusting'.

Darcy raised his hand to wipe the spit that James had sprayed on his face, and was extremely calm, "It's best to be louder and let the whole bureau know." ”

James pushed away the chair behind him and turned to leave. True maturity, once things are beyond his acceptance, he either breaks down or 'dies' or so, turns and walks away.

Darcy was of no use in such moments. What is useful is Oz, who can read minds, with only one sentence.

"But two batches in a row, gone. As James showed a hint of stagnation in his footsteps, Oz continued, "Yes, what you're thinking about right now is the two ships that your partner mentioned in the elevator that are out of service in Massa Port. ”

James stopped completely, his hands on the handles of his office, and turned his head with a gloomy face.

What I got was a nod from Oz, "That's right, Fisher's ship." The deal was completed by Patton's Fisher. "It's so unreasonable to 'communicate' with a mind reader.

"Sit down. Oz took advantage of Darcy's shaking of his head to pick up the scattered papers—this thing must not be mixed with the police papers, so simple reasons need not be explained, Oz winked at James again, "Sit down, before you have a new view of your own view of the Feast, you will want to hear the whole reason for this." ”

James was not so obedient and stood by the door.

"Darcy. Oz once again gave the word to Darcy, heh, presumably explained, and it was something that James hated, so the mind-reading slyly conceded it.

Darcy frowned and glared at Oz gloomily, but he couldn't help it, the status of the mind reader was higher than him, and it had nothing to do with social attributes, it was the class of the Demon Feast.

"It's not just Fisher, the Feast first made this plan with the people of the Five Directions, Fisher, Falken, Smith, Bishop, and Ethera. ”

James regretted it because he wanted to sit down now. It is the weakness caused by the fact that the information heard cannot be logically contradicted in the relationship between the characters that already exist in the brain.

Darcy tugged at the corners of his mouth, "The whole thing isn't what you think it is, hmph, 'The Feast is disgusting', it's a complete plan, for you, for, hmph, the current Mayor Anthony, and Barton ......"

"Let's just say it, Darcy. Oz actually urged, "Your laying out now will only make James more repulsive, tell him all and let him judge for himself." ”

Darcy snorted, "From the beginning, uh, Ethella, this woman in this mayoral race, you must first make it clear that the Demon Feast, I don't want to see Ethra take the throne, this is the premise......"

Put it here first, Grande, the call that Zach was waiting for finally came.

"If you don't call again, I'll go look for you. Zach held the earpiece and expressed his displeasure to the mayor.

The only sound on the earpiece was Anthony's breathing, and he didn't respond to Zach.

Zach frowned here and waited for a while, "Anthony?" still didn't respond, "Ann (name)?, don't worry me." ”

The breath turned into a long, elongated sigh drowned out by the exhalation, "Uh- I didn't sleep last night......"

Zach tugged at the corners of his mouth, not knowing how to respond, if he could see Anthony's face now, Toledo should be able to say something appropriate.

Anthony, "Why can't everything be simple?!" seems to be a question, and the object of questioning, I don't know who it is, it may be air.

Zach pursed his lips, "Anthony, tell me directly, what do you want?"

After a brief silence, the receiver said, "If I am re-elected mayor, things will not be easy at all, right?" ”

"No, it's only going to get worse. Zach said.

"So. Anthony's voice affirmed, "I need all the advantages I can get, right?"

"Yes. Zach nodded.

"Then do it! I'm going to let the Devil know that I'm the mayor, because, I'm, the mayor!" )