Chapter 3: breakfast

In the Grand Backyard in the early morning, Jackson, who was temporarily left, floated beside Ryan, "What is she doing, this night. Eight? One ?? ● Chinese network.ww.81zw.com ▼"
In Mo's closed eyes, the eyebrows twitched, and the last time he did a pranayama exercise. He opened his eyes, glanced at the two souls and aliens, walked into the back porch, and said to Zac, who was still holding the radio to change channels "If you want me to help Harrison well, no, want, let, people, bother me!"
Not waiting for Grande's response, the republican ghost entered the house and pretended to be breakfast.
Zac can only tilt his head and beckon the two boys in the backyard. "You know, you don't occupy a position, it's an advantage. Now Grand doesn't have any extra room for you, so please give your advantage. And do n’t bother others? "
The two boys ignored Zac and started talking, "Ryan, are you from Rapter High School, what does Rapter look like?"
Zac shook his head. He missed Dylan. He would just stay in the basement without disturbing anyone. However, it is useless to miss, Dylan's existence has completely disappeared, there is no room for maneuver.
James's car drove into the backyard as scheduled, but he didn't know if it was intentional. The detective turned around deliberately and buried Ryan's half in the front of the car.
"Have you eaten breakfast?" Zac greeted James with a smile as he got off the train.
James looked calm, got out of the car, first met Ryan with his body stuck in the front of the car, turned his eyes, and walked directly to Zac, "Who is he talking to."
It's amazing. James can hear Ryan, but he can't see Jackson, who is talking to Ryan about high school life.
"Jackson Bishop, Blake temporarily left him here for a few days." Zack answered directly.
James ’s chest was raised slightly, and he was inhaling. Perhaps before, this guy ’s expression became somber, but now, after exhaling, it is still calm, "What is breakfast."
"Republican-style breakfast. Mo teaches to Alice." Zac raised an eyebrow. "Bean curd, fritters?" Zac was not sure if his voice was correct.
"What about" General "." James seemed completely unsure of what the two peculiar foods were. There was only one explanation. The general ’s son knew what it was, just as he had no curiosity about the Republican face of Mo.
During the conversation, both of them walked to the restaurant. Zac pointed a finger at the basement in the stairwell, "Ready to leave."
Before entering the restaurant. Bayi? ★ ▲ Chinese? Www.8.1zw.com ▲ James temporarily held the handrail to the basement and glanced down, "What are you going to prepare?"
"It's mainly food." Zack replied casually, "I asked him to return to the southeast for a few days without any big movements, so he needs to bring his own food."
Since James came, their topic has been dangerously spreading around aliens. But James did n’t actually ‘explode’, which is strange.
"I replied to Coulson, saying that you are not sure about the recent movement of" General "." James withdrew his gaze to the basement and entered the restaurant. "He has dug out Aix's background, only one step away from Falken." James said as he consciously sat at the dining table.
Holding Alice, Alice put two long golden objects in front of James. . (I do n’t know how to describe it) Then I happily ran back to the kitchen, "James, Dou Hua, salty or sweet?"
"Salty." James glanced at his ink, tilting his head and squinting, "I'm a salted bean party."
Mo smiled without comment. Just glanced at Zach, an expression of ‘I said it already’.
Zac ignored it, just as when Mexico initially expressed doubts about James. Instead, Zac finally put down the radio without any gain and took the wine bottle from Louise. Fill yourself up, "James, go on, what's going on in the southeast."
"After the wedding, Coulson still found the Fisher family, and was not refused. The convenience provided by Fisher's surname. The Bureau also acquiesced in the investigation of Coulson. Let him go to the southeast field with patrol support Visited once. "
Zac raised an eyebrow, he didn't quite understand what was between Fisher and Falcon. Aix is ​​a Falken man. Zac does n’t know what it means for Aix to collapse the goods at the Port of Massa. This category of information that "Barton" can provide information can only be put on hold for the time being.
It was the situation in the southeast. With this field visit by Coulson, it should be much clearer, "So what is the situation in the southeast?"
"The confusion has subsided." James has started chewing food. "The bar (the gang in the southeast is based on the bar) has mostly closed and closed ..." When these were said, James wrinkled and came to Grande After the first eyebrow, I do n’t know whether Alice ’s breakfast did not suit his taste, or what he said in his words.
Understandably, the chaos in the southeast is a fierce battle between the gangs of various sizes in the southeast. When the gang is 'dead', the chaos will naturally subside. The duration is long enough, and it's time to end. Now to look at the state of the southeast, this chaos should be defined by ‘cleansing’, which is more appropriate.
James paused for a moment, letting the food in his mouth swallow, "Skeleton is still in business, but Coulson said that he did not find Sgal himself." August 1? Chinese? Chinese ◆ Net. Ww.81zw.com? "
"He must be alive, Crowley won't let him die." Zac waved his hand, as if giving a conclusion at random. This is a fact.
"Today I asked Coulson to continue taking people to the southeast for population registration." James took the bean curd from Alice and glanced at Zach. "You know what this means."
"Of course I know." Zac shook his glass. "The things that represent the southeast are going to pass completely. The police are doing the liquidation work." Those who are in the southeast are chaotic. No, those who disappeared during the cleaning are just like that. Disappeared.
James withdrew his gaze and began to deal with his bean curd, "So Coulson simply can't get to the current Falken's step, and arrangements have been made in the game."
Zac raised his eyebrows and looked at James, with a smile on his mouth, not good or evil, "As a rookie detective, James, it seems that you do n’t care much about things in the southeast, so you obey the police. Is the arrangement above? "
James did n’t look at Zac ’s eyes a little, and after all, he did n’t evolve into a gloomy frown and twitching of the corners of his eyes. It's useless. "He shook his head at Douhua. "I have no time to waste on these things that cannot be changed."
Zac slightly turned his head, James's transformation might be abrupt, but our vampire understands-James Lance, appeared in the easternmost city of the Federation, Barton. There is a reason! And for this reason, it is definitely not to discuss morality with Grande, our vampire!
"You have time, take a vacation?" Zac smiled and toasted, purely flirting. Honestly. Now James is very boring.
"I'm not on vacation." James still raised his mouth. Hey, by nature, he glanced at Zac. He really didn't understand why Zac's vampire always tried to poke him. "It's a regular rest. Remember, I have Ptsd mandatory treatment schedule twice a week. "
"Amelia?" Zac blinked, did this continue?
"Yes." James shook his head helplessly. "But recently Emily ..." he changed his name. "Dr. Browning was busy himself, so I made a deal with her."
Zac swayed the glass. "Have you made the treatment time twice a week into your free time?" Amelia actually agreed?
"Two times a week, three hours at a time." James moved his shoulders. "Anyway, the two of us will not cooperate with each other during the treatment, so if we both need this time, we will make an appointment for a holiday together."
Uh, this is an obvious use of loopholes in the system! These two restless guys!
"Then, where is Emilia now?" James is here. Zac actually cared about the other side.
"How do I know." James waved his hand. "I just don't want to go to the southeast with Coulson. It's just this time."
Zac narrowed his eyes, "I don't want to finish your job at the police station. Have you come to Grand?"
"Yes." James glanced at Zac. He had already told Zac a lot of things that Zac wanted to know. It was his turn to get what he wanted to know, "Toledo of the Magic Banquet. "James glanced at the radio set aside by Zach." Do you have any news now? "
Yes! James is asking about the news of interracial! News of the Vampire in the West, the Demon Banquet!
"No." Zack pouted. "I'm going to write a letter asking about those radio shows about the Devil's Band."
"You wouldn't call the band's company directly." James was absolutely secret, frowning and frowning.
"I've fought." Zac took a sip of wine, "I can't even pass the PR level." Ha ha, Grand's master did this kind of "little fan" thing, "So I decided to listen to Alice's Suggest, write to the program group who knows the news. "
Uh, about this, Alice wrote a letter to "Cook Kitchen", remember, when it comes to things like little fans, Alice is better at it. And recently, Alice is preparing to continue to write a letter about the program proposal, which is to share some Republican recipes that meet the tastes of the federal people after obtaining the consent of Mexico ...
James shook his head, a look of ‘you ’re useless’, but he chewed the food with his head down, and Zac sipped ‘wine’ with his head up, no one noticed.
"About that Kozil." James said again. "You or me, we always have someone to remind Emilia. What are you going to do."
This is about another thing. One thing that Zac did n’t quite understand what Amelia meant at the wedding-‘I can protect myself. I can control human things. "This is the original words of Emilia.
At the time, Zach could only realize that Amelia was alluding to things related to aliens, and she could do nothing, but she did n’t know exactly what it meant. Now, Zach knows, with the help of James .
"I'm not ready to do anything yet." Zach shook his head and smiled. "I suggest you don't do anything. It's good to keep free time between you twice a week."
"It's not good." James, who has changed his attitude towards Grande, still has a different view from Zac. He frowned, "I basically knew the Kozil family from birth. I do n’t know at all that they are ... aliens, either they hide well enough or what is dangerous ... "
Zac raised his hand to interrupt, because James did change his attitude towards Grande, but James did not change to the interracial. He still rejects aliens, but the repulsion is even more obscure, and the direction of repulsion has changed. Everyone can realize it slowly.
So before James said anything that affected the serene and peaceful breakfast atmosphere, Zac interrupted in time, "You don't know much, Linda, don't you know that too." Zac turned his eyes away , Expressing the meaning of not wanting to talk more about Linda, "I have a little conjecture, if you are interested, you can visit the Morrillin family."
Morelin? A mind-reader tailor who was buried on Ogil Street and recognized by Zach? Zach's next words may be a hint for inexplicable suggestions, "Kozil has the support of the magic feast and became the famous federal men's clothing brand, Morrelin. It's a pity."
At this time, the dialogue between Zac and James will release a lot of information and listen carefully.
"You mean ..." James frowned, thinking.
"Think about it yourself." Zac waved his hands, only his guess, and he didn't want to say anything to death, "Oz Kozier came to Grande once, I didn't feel the danger, so there would be no What was the immediate danger, Amelia was still safe. Before me ... "Zucker paused." Here we are. "He looked at James." Find out the truth about the magic banquet that allowed Kozil to come to Barton. I do n’t plan to do anything before the purpose. I suggest you do the same. "
"Same thing!" James' frowning thoughts seamlessly turned into irritability, nature, "I will not follow the script of my father (General Lance)! He is just a puppet of a feast ..."
"Stop." Zac again terminated James' words in time, before he said what he would regret, "You are now in Barton, talking to me in the Grand Restaurant, the real Torrido." Zac Toast again, "You didn't take anybody's script. Recognize yourself James, if we want real cooperation, I need my partner and have the most basic ability to recognize myself."
James stared at Zac somberly as if he had regained his nature, and it wasn't whether this malice was released to Zac.
"I don't care what you need." James spoke briefly and stared at Zac after emptying his glass. "I just don't want Button to be the back garden of another magic feast like the West!"
Zac poured himself wine again, reached out with a smile and touched the James Douhua bowl, raising an eyebrow, "Me too, partner." (To be continued.)