Records of Barton’s Fantastical Events

Outside the Barton North District Police Station, two blocks, there is a [JO’SBAR]. This is called the police bar because it is the place where the police often gather after work.

“Hey! Lance (James)!” Detective Coulson walked out of the bathroom behind the bar, staring unhappily at a water mark on his pants. He is middle-aged, everyone understands of. Coulson passed by James who was calling and patted his partner on the back: “Who are you calling?”

“A friend.” James held the microphone,” Order me a glass of whiskey.”

Coulson twitched his lips, and pointed his chin to the guy at the bar: “You heard the words of’Boss’! Two glasses of whiskey!”

The guy smiled and drew out two cups. The detectives at the bar laughed at Coulson: “Coulson! You have a new boss! How is the treatment?”

Coulson didnt refute, and sat back. Seated, shouting to James who was still on the phone: “Hey!’Boss’! How about you invite you today!”

James, helpless nodded, faced a detective in a room Shouted: “I invite you all today!”

Coulson turned around with satisfaction, “Have you seen it! The treatment is very good!”

Now, we know that James is What method was used to reverse the bad impression caused by Jin, the changer…

“You said it was an Indian?” On the other end of the phone, Anthony’s voice came into James’ ears.

“Yes. I saw his Poirot tie, I confirm. I just called to tell you that I want to find this guy.” James said quickly, clutching the microphone.

“Don’t! Lance! You don’t want to get involved with the hunter!” Anthony’s tone was hurried.

“Why? City…” James turned his back, pressed the microphone tighter, and lowered his voice: “Mayor! He has the skills to deal with those things! We need him! He can help We protect the safety of Barton City!”

“no! Lance! James! We don’t need him!” Perhaps affected by this side, Anthony’s voice was also lowered and 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 treated you and Coulson yesterday? You are the police! We want to protect Barton, but no criminals help! Thats just a ghoul! You should contact me sooner! Salt water can kill them!” James frowned, he said to the hunter Unfamiliar, even before half a month, he thought that hunters were just farmers who had a unique desire for wild deer and turkey. didn’t expect, this term also represents a group of professional killers with unique skills and hunting around inhumans.

Anthony has a point. When he first came into contact with hunters, James discovered that they were not good people.

Last night James fired six shots. They were in an apartment building with a large number of retail residents. It is impossible to cause commotion. During the investigation this morning, none of the people living in the surrounding area answered that they slept too dead last night and did not notice the movement outside at all! Such a coincidence is almost impossible!

Moreover, the Indian came up and stunned Coulson, so much so that now Coulson insists that the criminal of the disappearance homicide was committed by the team, and he was attacked by a sneak attack!

James thought for a while and said to the receiver: “At least I need to know who he is! Maybe, but maybe, we can cooperate.”

“Hey!” Call Anthony over there sighed then said: “I know you won’t listen to me easily! But James! You must be careful! Protect yourself! Also, don’t reveal Zac and the others! They are our true allies !”

“I know.” James frowned and hung up the phone.

Coulson patted the bar table 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 cup…” James looked at the two empty cups and shook his head helplessly, “Two cups are enough.”

Coulson nodded, facing a bunch Colleague: “Look! This is a good’Boss’!”

“Okay.” James patted Coulson on the back and helped him up. Coulson is already drunk! middle-aged man, everyone knows…

James moved towards The guy behind the bar gestured to keep the account, Jin’spoiled’ most of his clothes. From yesterday to today, he wore Kou Sen’s clothes, not at all bring your own wallet. He took out Coulson’s key and helped his partner out of the bar. Pushing Coulson’s heavy body into the car, he walked towards the driving position.

When James drove Coulsons car, he had just left [Jos] but five minutes later. A man wearing a Poirot tie, playing with a coin in his hand, pushed open the door of the bar.

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

It is not normal that a strange face will appear in a police bar. Especially in the afternoon, drinking before the sun has sunk into the horizon is not a good habit. Alcoholics who need alcohol are more willing to go to the bars they are familiar with.

This man seemed not at all aware that he had attracted the attention of the detectives. He smiled and pressed a twenty-dollar bill on the bar, and raised his chin to the guy behind the bar.

“This must be a police bar, don’t you know, do you know a police detective named James Lance?”

The dude behind the bar froze After a while, looking at the banknote, he hesitantly looked towards the detectives in the bar.

“Hey!” The detectives temporarily put down the wine glasses in their hands and looked towards the person in front of the bar, “You! Who are you? What are you looking for Lance!” A detective intervened Waist, revealing the gun on the inside of the clothes and the police badge on the belt.

The detective’s tone is not friendly. Using bribes to inquire about a person’s whereabouts is not just and honourable!

“Wow!” The stranger turned around, looked at what was exposed in the detective’s jacket, and shrugged with a smile: “I’m not causing trouble. It seems I’ve found the right place, you must be Zhan Colleagues of Max Lance!”

The posture of the detectives not at all changed, staring at this guy, waiting for explanation.

“Well, it’s my fault.” The man turned to nodded to the bar buddy: “You can take the money, it’s your tip.”

The man took himself Of beer, stepped off the bar, sat at the table next to the detectives, and explained with a smile: “I’m just an outsider, I have a friend from Barton City who knows James Lance. My friend, Well, I shouldn’t say that, but he is really not that good!”

The detectives relax a little, they have already guessed the direction of the story.

“Do you know what I mean? He is Lance! General Lance’s son, I think he must be a lot better than my friend! So…hehe, you know!” The man raised his eyebrows.

The detectives returned to drinking and chatting. A detective jokingly said to the man: “You will be disappointed! Lance is a detective! You can’t get anything from him. Good!”

The man smiled and raised his glass to indicate: “That cant be said! Hes a police detective, isnt he? Im just an outsider. At least I can be friends with him. I can be safe. ! All I want is safety.”

“Do you know what, you are right!” The detectives laughed and raised their glasses: “You found the right place, the right person! We are the ones who protect the safety of Barton City! For safety!”

The man wearing Poirots tie raised his eyebrows slightly on his smiling face and raised the cup again: “For the safety of Barton !”

Maybe everyone is wondering why this guy who claims to be a foreigner, but actually an Indian hunter in James’s mouth, would look for Lance, so the next dialogue should make everyone understand.

The detectives put down the empty cups and beckons with the hand to the guy in the bar. Anyway, it was James a treat.

“Your friend did and so on, Lance only came to Barton not long ago. Has he already made friends?” A detective asked casually.

“Oh, he works in Barton Telecom, a nobody.”

The police detectives are half-knowing and nodded, it seems that it was Coulson and the others mysterious and secretive some time ago. The guy who protected it.

The person the detective thought was Fitz, and I can tell you very responsibly that this man is not talking about Fitz, but the’missing David’!

Do you understand? Even someone like me knows that Barton is a rumor of a paradise. It is not surprising that a professional hunter who hunts foreign races will know that David has provided him with the identity of the’son of the general’.

It is not nonsense for Anthony to make James pay attention to safety. In the eyes of the hunter, James Lance, the son of the general of the transmuter, is the prey.