Vol 3 Chapter 23: breakfast

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"okay, I get it."
Be indifferent. It should be, Zac's "brother" made her blame all the people in her group for no reason. A sentence ‘I know’ already respected Zac.
Then Zac went to the master bedroom. Weiss was a sleeping image that made people unbearable. We all know that some people ’s sleeping position is the kind that makes people feel peaceful when they see it. Quiet, still, Relax ... Wes is n’t. It looks like who he is fighting in a dream. The eyeballs under his eyelids sway rapidly. The twisted pillow on the bed is oppressed and gripped by him. The one under the crumpled quilt seems to The shape of the legs and feet is constantly beating.
In this case, unless you have the intention to talk to the other party about what he just did in the dream, don't wake up the other party. Zac did a very real thing and left to go to the kitchen—he took Wes's gun by the bed away.
Zach had woken up Logan halfway when he came from the staff living area, and now he was waiting in the kitchen.
"What are you saying to the Great Dane." The low, chest-resonant voice was Logan. Zac decided not to go in for the time being.
"Oh, it's nothing." It was Mo that responded in Federal language. Mexico is preparing breakfast for Grande, after all, this is her main job.
"It doesn't sound like nothing. Unless the tone of the Republic is different from that of the Federation." Logan should be helping, paused a little, "I shouldn't use a knife."
"Uh, boring, you can't hurt anyone here by giving you a gun." Mo seems to be vomiting, "Good boy, human, cut the onions."
Logan should be obedient. The dense, compact chopping sound sounded, a very skilled feeling, and the topic continued, "You sound worried."
"Worried?" Mo smiled. "Where did you hear that."
"I spoke." Logan's voice was calm in the background of the chop. "Your tone is in fear. I can 'smell'." There was a pause. "The criminal's sense of smell."
Mo was quiet for a while, then, "Then, you take a deep breath. What do you smell?"
Breathing — sucking — Logan's unexpected obedient.
"Onion." The chopping stopped, "Uh, paper, tissue ..."
Zac pouted, it sounded like Logan couldn't detect anything, it was time to play.
The handkerchief was handed to Logan, and he looked at it, "Early."
"Early ~" Mo is smiling, and the work in his hand is non-stop.
Zac didn't say much. When Logan scuffled his face, he put the money confiscated from Caesar on the desk and took over the half-cut onion. "Do you know what your colleagues are doing?" . "
Luo Gen narrowed his bloodshot eyes for a long time, only to see that Zac had laid out the money roll, his face changed once, he grabbed the roll and observed it carefully.
Zac didn't bother, he cut the onion quickly, picked up other ingredients and continued to deal with it. Today there are many people at Grand Breakfast, and there is nothing to help. Zac has a feeling that there will be guests later.
"Did Louise tell you?" Mo said, "The funeral is scheduled. Tomorrow."
Zac frowned first, and said one by one, "No, we are trying to avoid letting Charlie know what is happening, lest the faulty memory of his fault." Zac and Louise sleep in the basement, then, Earlier we also said about the importance of memory for a vampire whose soul is as useless as an appendix, and then, "Tomorrow, funeral on Sunday?"
"Yeah." Mo nodded. "Republicans don't have the concept of Sunday." There was a faint smile in the tone. "They don't need a church either, huh, they need Liszt ... oh, Uri Hotel. "
"Hotel." Zac glanced at the ink, "Have a ceremony in the hotel?"
"No, the hotel is used to eat and drink." Shaking his head, "celebration."
The topic started to become wonderful, "Celebrate." Zach repeated, "It's about your republic and everything is 'born' ..."
Zac didn't finish, "No." Mo raised his shoulders, "Did the Republicans betray these and forgot. But it looks like they are still going to do this, only the tradition of form and shell."
Zac frowned, "Forget it, your arrangement is just that."
"Hehe." Mo smiled. "We don't need Grande to arrange anything. This is Alan's high-end, custom funeral, isn't it? Alan's arrangement is just that, we are only responsible for providing the cemetery, Hamilton is invited I will accompany him to the Yuri Hotel today. "
"Yes." Zac just promised, and he had a sense of what kind of boss he was. "Tell Louise, she agrees."
Then Mo apparently didn't get used to Zac, "I already told Louise that I didn't want to go." So now it's just a notice to the boss Zac. Hey, at least employees still consciously report their work status to their boss. Boss Zac has not failed completely.
Mo smiled and explained the reason, "If you encounter Maitreya, it will affect your mood more ~ ​​Louise arranges for Matthew and Sam to follow."
Oh ~ Happy Hamilton, a magic feast of Lesenbra, to work seamlessly with a werewolf and a wizard, more ‘happiness’ ~
Zac is in a better mood.
Mo did not finish, "I have other work to deal with, you have to give me a budget."
"What budget."
"Funeral budget." Mo smiled. "We need a courtesy car, many, we need people, a team of mourning people, we also need funeral uniforms, white, republican traditional ~ we also need, hehe, artillery , Many ~ we still need ... "
"Wait a minute." Zach's good mood is gone. "What?" There are too many things worth confusing, and Zack doesn't know where to start. Can only ask a realistic question, "Sounds like it takes a long time to prepare, do you finish it in a day?"
Mo put down his breakfast job, facing Zac, spreading his hands that began to gather airflow and turn the light, "I have the power of creation. One day, no problem. You just need to give me money and let me go find me Things that can't be created. "Take back your hand and continue breakfast," Of course, mainly for the purpose of keeping accounts, and then ask Allen for money ~ "
Zac shook his head and gave up. "Discuss with Louise."
"Discuss with me." Louise appeared, rubbing her stiff cheeks into the kitchen.
Zac didn't want to retell, pointing at ink, and instructing Louise to ask herself. Then I looked at Logan, who had watched the money for a long time, and I didn't know what to observe for a pair of "outdated" money. "Are you aware of anything." Zack asked.
Logan's face was terrible. He glanced at Zac and finally put down the money roll in his hand. The opening was like this, "This is not mine."
Zac pouted, "So you also have private money."
Logan frowned, "Everyone has it. We don't need money in prison, but if we need people to do something outside the prison, we need money."
The reason is too obvious, Zac is too lazy to ask, "You don't have to be nervous, I ask you whether you know what your colleagues are doing."
Logan was a bit gloomy, "They have been talking about 'Valmina' recently, and weapons hidden in Grande, especially Evan."
Zac raised an eyebrow. No need to hide anything, what Zac is going to say now is ‘Valmina’, huh, think about what else Caesar can ‘buy’ and what else (he can find Rimmer through Kepler). But what Zac didn't expect was the weapon.
"What weapon? The hunting equipment that Allen lost before?"
"No." Logan shook his head. "No one except me has the key to the warehouse." Logan's eyes drifted away. "Mr. Sam's house." Hesitated a little. "There are some very strange things, precious things. It looks like a weapon or a trap, but it should n’t be something an ordinary person should have. "
Zac shook his head, that is the weapon, the weapon of the wizard. But there is no need to worry about anything. Sam cannot let a group of former criminals get anything from his home. Waving hands, "This is not a problem."
"Also." Logan glanced at Zac. "Benjamin's warehouse, the dagger on the ceiling."
A dagger with fallen angel wings?
Logan frowned. "Everyone is curious how the dagger was inserted."
Zac was a little speechless. "Are you usually so bored?" Concerned about such things.
Logan pouted, "I just want them to observe Grande. Work, come back, work, come back, they have nothing else to do, so they will look around and evaluate everywhere."
It's almost off the mark, Zac is obliged to pull it back, "Extra things don't need you to worry about." Zac pointed to his own eyes. Did Logan see Zac using the enchanting pupil with his own eyes, right? Worry is unnecessary , This stubble. Zac gestured at the money roll, "You said the first time, you respect Grande, Grande respects your freedom. So I gave you the money, and confiscation is for sure, but, do I want to report it to Your parole officer, you decide. "
"Whose, Evan?" Logan looked irritated. "When I first came over to see that he had no special performance, where did you get this?"
"Caesar." Needless to say too detailed, Logan would understand.
Logan shook his head restlessly. "Don't report it. I'll talk to Evan."
Zac nodded, but said, "Then I will not report." Zacto is kind. "But, you will not talk about anything with Evan. Then, you will collect me any secret money from your colleagues, and then To Old Hank, including you. "The former is Zac's personal punishment for Caesar, and the latter is for Grande.
Required, "Hanke?"
The perfect time, Old Hank probably finished reading the newspaper, shook it to the kitchen to urge breakfast, and stared at Zack directly, "Huh! What are you doing!"
"Educate new employees to respect Grande." Zach pointed at the money roll and glanced at Logan. "I know you respect me, vampire. But I don't expect other people, especially Evan, to respect you like you. Me. "Bending the corner of the mouth," I don't want me to need his respect. "This should be said-Evan will never expect himself to respect the reason why he must respect this Zachary Grand," So , Remind them what Grand is, so Hank, I ’ll leave it to you. Any comments? "
What can Old Hank say, "Hurry up for breakfast!" And took away the money. This previous generation of Grand Master did not need to listen to any detailed explanation to understand the current situation. Probably because he is also a criminal.
Let Logan leave. The creatures in Grande, regardless of the host and guest, have basically got up and started to greet the new day.
One of Zac ’s expected guests also came.
A slight deviation from Zac ’s expectations is Detective Coulson.
"What a coincidence ~" Zac was a smiling face, "Breakfast will be ready ~"
Coulson, looking at the teenage girls who continued from the employee living area 6, Lola, Kyle, Kepler, Jimmy ... the face is black.
Zac is not obliged to help Coulson to do psychological construction. He directs these young men, "Maya is on the second floor, you should go up first." Then it is to Coulson, "Inspector Weiss is on the second floor, you want to go up and fight Hello? "
"! So early ?!" Coulson was irritable. "I thought I thought it was early enough! Is Lance ..."
There is no need to misunderstand Coulson, "James is not there, only Wes." Blinking deliberately, it looks like Coulson's perception is not high, "He was here last night ~"
Coulson's perception is good, "Republican's case? He came by himself? Didn't Lance find you?"
Zac nodded, "Lance hasn't asked me to help me personally yet, so ~" begged Coulson to help bring breakfast to the table. He must also confirm the reason why Coulson came here. "As for you, I guess, is it because of the bus case?" "
Some facts are about to be revealed.
Coulson helped Zac serve the plate, and of course, his eyes were always vigilant, reminding Zac that this was not the place to speak.
Zac was very intimate, served a breakfast to Coulson, grabbed a bottle of wine himself, and then gestured to the back porch, while walking and opening, "Southern police got the case?"
"Well, Commissioner Darcy has stepped back." I am very pleased that Coulson still respects at least the North District Commissioner. "I guess the pressure on the Republican murder case is increasing. The North District Police Department does not want to take it at this time. A case of a foreigner. "
None of the people on the bus are Pattons, remember.
Zac nodded, and in terms of delay, this is the limit. "Do you want me to help you here?"
"It's not true." Coulson didn't forget to eat breakfast in his hand, but it was reality. "We listened to the alarm recording, and the North District Police Bureau also transferred the recording they received the alarm call." Coulson swallowed his mouth. The food in here happened to be a pause, "It's you. It's your police."
"Oh, so it's not asking for help, it's asking?" Zack smiled, "What about anonymity?"
Coulson pouted, "It doesn't matter to others, is it to you." Shaking his head, "But you're right, this is not a formal question." He looked at Zac very sincerely, although there was food on the corner of his mouth. Residue, "Do you know anything? Tell us."
Zach was very sincere, "Sorry, I don't know. But since it's the police I reported, it means I can't pretend not to see." Wait, what does pretending not to see? More serious than this! Isn't Zack one of the parties! And if it was really the assassination of him, he is still an important party! But there is no need to tell Coulson now, is it? "I am willing to help."
The timing is always so perfect. Weiss came down the stairs with his eyes rubbed, "Zac, they quarreled upstairs ..." Was awakened, "Uh ... Detective Coulson, early."