"Rookie! "In the Southern Police Station, an officer shouted at Weiss.

Wes didn't mind the title because it didn't make sense. His military career has given him more fighting skills, marksmanship, observation, and execution than anyone else here. The only part of the 'rookie' that can attack him is that he will only be a police officer.

And time, everyone is equal, and it is not something that anyone wants to accumulate and can actively grow, so it is meaningless.

As for the way Wes grew this time, it was not what he wanted, it was miscellaneous. He had just prepared coffee and sent and received emails for all his colleagues and leaders in the police station, and he had just picked up today's newspaper and was ready to take a break.

"Whose phone is it?" Wess was still a little self-conscious, and the only person who usually called directly to the police station was James's friend, and when he called, he basically made him skip work. Apparently this doesn't bode well for Wes's future, so unless the Jacoites show up, Wes are ready to ignore it.

"Hehe, it's not that Lance. The other guy who said it was your friend, named Jason. ”

"Hung up. Wes raised his hand as if instinctively, "Uh, forget it." He frowned, put down the newspaper, walked to the phone, took the receiver, and did not speak, only passed the sound of unhappy breathing through the microphone.

"Uh...... Anyone? Jason's voice came from the receiver, "Wes, is that the phone you are holding?"

"Speak, it's me. Wes grimaced, he didn't know why Jason called to find himself who he hated clearly, and likewise, he didn't know why he answered the call anyway.

"Oh. Jason over there sighed, "I have something to tell you, probably ......"

"Then speak quickly. ”

"Uh, okay. I think I might be in danger right now. Life-threatening ...... I'm not sure......" The raised tail note fully expresses that the speaker himself is really unsure.

The corners of Weiss's eyes twitched, "Then call the police." Realizing that there were colleagues around him looking at this side, Wes pulled the corners of his mouth and added, "Report it to the police in your North District!"

Jason doesn't live in the South End, and Wes knows that.

The colleagues who looked around and turned away with their shoulders, so realistic.

"Ugh. I'm in the South End. I felt that my home should be being targeted, well, so I hid in the South District......"

Even though his whole body exuded impatience, Wess asked, "Where are you? What the hell?"

"Well, the explosion of the Becky transporter the other day, and the fire before. Jason on the other side of the earpiece still didn't seem so sure. "Well, although the newspapers and the news say that it was an attack by the remnants of the fight club, it ......"

"Hurry up!

"Well, I've been in contact with Zach for a long time, and I probably know that it doesn't really matter. However, Eun ......"

"Hurry!"

"Don't interrupt me, I'm figuring out what's going on!" Jason on the other side of the earpiece seemed to have a bit of a temper, understandably. He actually called Jason, apparently as a last resort.

Jason pursed his lips and stopped talking. He now began to wonder why he didn't just hang up.

"After Becky's attack, I heard some wind. Well, somebody is asking about the club, you should know, we can't talk about the club with outsiders, so I didn't care at first. But yesterday, a few of my friends, well, you've met, when you were undercover. Those ...... in the nightclubs"

"I haven't been to your nightclub!

"Well, don't talk about that. Anyway, they were found and talked about a lot of things that only we know within the club, like resilience and the purpose of the club. Weiss, you know, these are all things related to the Saints, Gangero, only the people at the club know, the remnants are really coming to Barton. ”

Jason over there waited for a response, but there was nothing but breathing.

"Ugh. And then my friend named Bob, who was my boss, told me today that they were asking how the club was banned, what the process was, and who was a traitor. Because they felt that there was no major incident in Barton that deserved the attention of the police. Bob was found, and it was almost me, so I hid ......."

"Don't say it!" Wes interrupted Jason again, as a police officer, he still had this reasoning ability, "Where the hell are you now......?"

"Uh...... In the place where I used to live, didn't we all leave the orphanage when we became adults, you went to the army, and I also came out, and I looked for ...... in the southern district first."

"Can you get to the point!" this extreme impatience came from Wes really didn't want to be brought up any clues that Jason was 'all the way'. Truth be told, Wes is a disease and has to be cured.

The same impatient snort was issued by Jason, and then he gave an address, "But it's a little strange, the landlord doesn't seem to be there, not for a long time." Luckily I remember where the spare key was, so I came in and it felt like it hadn't been occupied for a long time. I'm here alone, and I don't know what I'm doing, so I think I'd better call ......."

"Wait a minute. I know the address. Wes put down the phone. Just a rookie police officer, Wes didn't have his own desk, so he made a detour to the locker room and dug through a few papers in his messy locker.

After confirming the address he had just heard, he stuffed the document back into the locker again, and came back with a gloomy face.

"Your landlord doesn't work in a nursing home, it's called Sloan. After confirming that Jason's breathing was heard in the earpiece, Wes asked directly.

"How do you know?"

Wess tugged at the corners of his mouth, and his voice was deliberately lowered, "He is a suspect in the previous fire accident in the nursing home, because he disappeared after the fire......"

Please start reminiscing.

"Zach once asked me to help find this guy. ”

Nursing home caregivers. The man who had stopped Lip from smirking when Zach first went to see Poch Quin. It was also the first time that Lip appeared in a slightly magical way in order to rescue the Quest brother and his wife, after the fire in the sanatorium, and disappeared.

"Oh. Jason's tone was a little stunned, "He's missing." Kindness. Missing. Jason's voice automatically became smaller, "Then I'm still a suspect in a missing person's house...... That's nice. Uh, then, what do I do now?"

The corners of Wes's eyes twitched, and his voice darkened. "Wouldn't it be good if you were hiding and no one would know where you were!"

"Oh. Jason's voice was silent for a moment, "Well, I guess, I'll just hide here first." Rather, well, I actually called, because I still have something to say. I was going to look for Zack, but he just happened to be out. And I don't know if he and James arranged it on purpose, so I think it's better to ask you......"

"Don't talk to yourself there!

"Ugh. Did you read the newspaper?

"Are you deaf, I'll let you say ......," Wes said impatiently, but Wes turned his gaze to the newspaper that had been put down by him because of the call. Then he was stunned for a moment, why hadn't he noticed it before? James's picture was stuck in the composition of a complex picture! The first page of today's newspaper was occupied by many pictures with photograph stitching!

Wes took the newspaper and flipped through it as instructed on the first page. Eyes skimmed over Mayor Anthony, Aethera. Stopped at James.

"Are you watching now?" Unexpectedly, Jason in the earpiece was right about Wes's current actions, "the penultimate paragraph. ”

"Tsk!" Wes's gaze fell on the penultimate paragraph of James's introduction. Then his brows began to wrinkle, because this paragraph was the most difficult task that James described himself, and everyone already knew it. Once undercover.

After waiting for a moment on the other side of the earpiece, not hearing Wess speak, Jason spoke, "Looks like you don't know what they're doing." "Nobody cares that James takes credit for himself," well. But I think he and Zach should be prepared, it should be intentional. Uh, I guess. ”

Wess still didn't speak.

Jason over there seemed to be a little embarrassed, "Well, why don't you ask James, Zach isn't at home, I've tried." Mention, remind him, at this point in time, this kind of information appears in the newspaper, which is a bit not good, let him be careful......"

Jason's voice abruptly stopped, then turned into a very low voice, "I seem to hear something! Wes! Wes! Are you still there?!"

Wes closed the newspaper with one hand, and James's question had to be put aside!

"The main door seems to be opened! Someone is in! Wes! Wes, someone is in! I, what am I going to do...... Ahh

"Smack!" the phone was hung up.

Wes was stunned for a second, and the second hang-up tone woke him up! Immediately hung up the phone, the address of "Support!Xx......" was interrupted before it was reported.

The colleagues of the Southern District Police Department looked at Wes who suddenly roared with lazy eyes, "What are you arguing about!

yes, it's just a personal call. Originally, there was a chance to become a police call, but it was completely cut off by the previous realistic sentence of 'reporting to the North District Police Department'.

Wes took a deep breath, "I need support, in xxx......" address was interrupted again.

"Dispatch request form, there. The colleague pointed in the direction, "Rookie, you ......"

Wes had already set off, rushed out of the police station, jumped on his motorcycle, and disappeared outside the police station without giving any chance for the non-rookie who was chased out of the police station to curse.

Wes was absolutely impulsive, he didn't even have time to take off his helmet, and the oncoming wind was blowing his hair messy, but he was still accelerating.

In fact, it was useless, and when he crossed Route 27, Wes himself realized that even if he arrived, Jason would probably have hung up. He should have turned around and gone straight to the police station, no, to the Grande Mill, not far south of the police station, and asked the mill owner, Madison, to help him get the demon named Leon back Jason's groundbinders who must have been dragged to hell by the Cerberus, or who were being dragged on the way, and say, 'I did my best'......

Then try harder!Wes twisted the handlebars of the bike again, speeding up!

The roads in the South Side, with the exception of Route 27, are not very smooth, and Weiss's only advantage is that his motorcycle doesn't really need roads. If you ignore the corn and ears of wheat that keep slapping him in the face, he is still quite fast.

It's here.

"Jason!Jason!" The roaring motorcycle was thrown directly into the side and slammed into the fence in the front yard, Wes turned over and crossed in beautifully, and landed in the front yard while the baton on his waist had been pulled out, and he rushed to the front porch. Unfortunately, the 'rookie' did not have a gun, and his only weapon was the baton that was held in his hand to open the front door.

Wes made as loud noise as he could, and kept yelling Jason's name, trying to get the people inside to find out that support had arrived.

Since he tried his best, Wes, with an optimistic heart, hoped that Jason was not completely dead, and used his arrival to delay the tragedy.

Wes wasn't in the mood to observe the decoration of the house, his gaze quickly swept over the entire pattern, the corridors, the stairs, the rooms...... He needed to figure out where Jason and the attacker were as quickly as possible.

"Jason!" Wes lost his voice as he opened his mouth to look in the direction ......of what was probably the kitchen.

"Oh, Wes, you're here. Jason stood at the door with a plate of sandwiches, "Well, I'm sorry, I called again, but your colleague said you were out......" Jason had a sincere apology on his face.

"Yes. The sincere apologetic face quickly turned into embarrassment, as Wes's hand holding the baton tightened, as if it might be twitched at any moment, "This is Sloane, the former landlord. Yes, it's him back. This was forcibly reversing the subject, and Jason pointed to the man walking down the stairs, except that he was no longer wearing a nurse's uniform, which was no different from what Zach had seen.

"He thought someone had come in and stole something, so he punched me first......" Jason silently moved to Sloane and handed out the sandwich.

"You broke my fence. Sloan took the first bite and looked at the area he had bitten, as if he was hungry, "And my door." He looked past Wess and out through the door of his own hole.

Wes's gloomy gaze shifted from Jason's face to this Sloane, and the baton was withdrawn, but the handcuffs were drawn, "You're arrested!"

"Because I just came home from a trip and ate an expired sandwich?" Sloane actually had the heart to joke.

"Uh, you're a suspect in a nursing home fire. It was Jason who explained, there was no way, Jason could only use this way to curry favor with Wes, who looked like he was going to beat him up at any time. And it's a fact that he can't beat Wes.

"I'm innocent. Despite that, Sloane did not resist Wess slapping the sandwich off his hand and handcuffing him.

Wes didn't want to look at Jason anymore, so he pulled Sloan and walked out.

"I have witnesses. Sloan was pulled by Wes, still not resisting, but he seemed ready to finish, "Prove my innocence, Zachary Grande, I was with him when the fire broke out, he used me as a shield against the water and the crowd, he can prove it." ”

Wes was ready to ignore it.

"He's a vampire, but he speaks, and you trust him. Right. (To be continued.) )