Chapter 5: Stagger

"We can't go yet?" Weiss watched James return with a gloomy face and pouted. ? August? Chinese ◆? Net. www.81zw.com?
"Yes." James locked his drawer irritably, grabbed his coat and walked out.
Weiss didn't know what James was feeling depressed again. He felt that his friend had the meaning of sharing, and followed behind with a smile, "I can finally leave. I am a southern rookie staying here. I always feel uncomfortable."
The expression on James' face was soothing, knowing that his friend was helping him to divert his attention and patted Weiss's back. "You will transfer it. The Secretary obviously made you for this task. Go there in the Southern District. "James looked up at the upper floors. The people in Newton were still here. It was estimated that he would stay for another day to sort out the information before he left.
It is also a pity that because of these Newton guys, the first big task of Wess will not exist in the archives.
"When these are gone, you should be able to adjust them." James looked back.
"Come here?" Weiss shook his head with a smile. "Come and be your man." Weiss narrowed his eyes. "Detective Lance, do you need coffee? Detective Lance, your clothes need to be washed." ?……"
"Fuck you!" James shoved Weiss. Being joked by his friend's surname made his mood a lot easier.
Weiss rubbed his shoulders and smiled, "It's fine in the Southern District. Everyone I know is there. I'm familiar with the Southern District."
James thought about it. Because of Barton's historical reasons, the people in the two areas are actually a bit apart. Wes may be more relaxed in the south. But thinking of Grande, James's face sank again.
Near the main entrance of the police station, there was a voice of apology from the policewoman, "Sorry Mrs. White, I don't have permission to tell you this. If there is a real case, we will notify ...
James looked at it and it was Emma Farrell. Although the hardworking policewoman wanted to get rid of the reception desk (Volume VII, Chapter 11) and become a real policeman. But it seems that she is here.
James glanced at Weiss, and White's case was the weight Zack used to press Jason to turn. ∏∈eight∏∈one∏∈Chinese∏∈text, www.8.1zw.COM It seems that Zack has notified the mother.
"Farrell. Let's do it." James beckoned, not knowing why, he was always uneasy about throwing things off Zach's finger to ordinary people.
Emma was relieved to see it was James. Turn around to deal with other things.
"You are Mrs. White, I am Detective Lance." James helped Mrs. White and walked outside the police station.
Mrs. White was a little puzzled, still looking anxiously inside, James explained helplessly, "Now the police are dealing with a very important case, I should not tell you this."
Mrs. White heard the same words as if to confirm something. Of course, she did not know that the police said so in all cases.
"You must have come for your son's case?" He walked out of the police station. James still lowered his voice.
The other party nodded.
James organized a sentence, and now he really has nothing exact to say, frowning, "The testimony has been rewritten, and we will notify you when the current case is over."
"Then, is that still a robbery?" Mrs. White looked up at James, who was half a head taller than herself, not knowing what to expect or something in her eyes.
James pursed his mouth, shook his head, and thought for a moment. Still speaking, with a positive tone, "The real murderer is already arrested, and we will ensure that the murderer will not easily escape their crimes."
There was a hint of comfort on Mrs White's face. In the previous case, due to the description of the only witness, Jason, ‘it was very dark at the time and was threatened without seeing the prisoner ’s face’ and was forced to let go. This time it was concluded.
"Me. Um, can I see the witness?" Mrs. White seemed to know that she made an unreasonable request.
James frowned, patting Mrs. White's shoulder comfortably. He really did n’t understand, Zac ’s style of doing things, why would anyone be willing to ask him to do the commission, and the troubles were completely cleared,
At least not in the near future, we need to ensure the safety of the witnesses before this case is completely over . ▲ Eight ★ One Chinese ??. Ww.81ｚw.com? "
This is true, as far as the police station is concerned, the real big target, the wanted portrait forged by James, is still at large. However, this person is destined to never catch, and even that Ai Li can not be caught, so James used a conservative saying, ‘in the near future’.
Mrs. White nodded disappointedly, but she even connected with a soothing look, patted James to hold her hand, and said thank you when she said goodbye.
James nodded and asked, "It's okay to go home alone, Madam."
"It's okay." Mrs. White smiled in front of her and pointed to a fat middle-aged woman in front of her. "I have friends to accompany me."
James nodded slightly, looking at the back of Mrs. White leaving with the help of her friend, and her face sank again. Weiss watched his face, pursed his lips, and seemed to be thinking about something. Suddenly, the thinking expression disappeared and turned into a smiley face, "James (abbreviated), although you seem to hate Grand Zach."
James gave Wes a glance, he didn't like the beginning.
Wes shrugged. "But you have to admit that he is very powerful." Mrs. White's hands spread out to Mrs. White. "He took advantage of the guilt of Jason's group and added their own attributes." There was a hint of other emotion in Weiss's eyes, "Prying a tight tissue out of it."
James decided to ignore Weiss's praise of Grande. These things did not have Zac's name in the official report, and some were his James's name. As for Weiss ’s action report, I said earlier, because those guys in Newton City will not have any records.
And of course James can detect what his friend is really trying. Unfortunately, his friend is unwilling to be candid on certain issues, so he can only cooperate carefully.
Remember, when James did not communicate with Wes at all, he guessed that Wes would act with a character close to his true color. Of course, James is not prepared to speak clearly before his friend is not honest. As a friend, James thinks he is qualified to hear from the other person's mouth. This is respect.
"Jason did the right thing, and had nothing to do with Zac." James said with a lip, "Uh. What exactly is Stone's project he said? Sounds good." Right.
"Who knows." Weiss's eyes didn't know where he was going. "I remember Stone as a family of politicians. Anyway, what is politics-related stuff." He smiled. "I'm from the Southern District. It has nothing to do with the Northern District, and even more so with the Western District. The only thing I know is the word Quinn in front of the orphanage."
James sighed without being noticed by the other party. He suddenly remembered something and said with a smile. "Did you know that some time ago, that Blake did something ..."
A man hurriedly walked past James, his head down, and there seemed to be no place for him to escape from the open front door of the police station.
"Seth!" James yelled!
The person who bowed his head sighed obviously, raised his head, and looked at James.
"What are you doing!" James stared at the demon demon hunter, the guy who had killed a demon in front of his own eyes, and chased himself for an afternoon yesterday and followed his own evening.
Seth frowned, staring at the approaching James. "Send something to Coson."
"Detective! Detective Coulson!" James corrected in a poor tone, and he and the guy had something else to figure out. Until now he didn't know how Seth had just seen him, and figured out his idea of ​​hitting his weapon.
Answering James' question, Seth walked straight to the police station.
"Stop!" James ran a few steps and pulled Seth, "I still have something to ask you!"
Seth turned around, frowning, looking at James not speaking, an expression with questions.
James opened his mouth. I didn't know where to ask for a while. Breathe deeply, suppressing a sense of nausea on the body when you touch Seth, and lowering your voice, "How do you know I want your weapon!"
Seth pointed to the air on his side.
James looked at it. The face was completely gloomy, "Who is there."
"Dylan." Seth answered.
James recalled that Dylan, the guy who was 'accidentally' in the Smith warehouse.
"Why would he know."
Seth ’s eyes did n’t know where to look, apparently listening to someone who did n’t have a sense of presence.
Weiss looked at James's more and more gloomy complexion and knew what alien things were happening. He took his shoulders and waited aside.
Seth nodded into the air and looked at James again. "Grand was caught by the police. Dylan heard that you wanted to help and went to Crowley to tell her Zac's present and Crow. Li said he was not interested in you and asked him to come to me and say that you will come to find my weapon. "
Seth actually did not break the sentence! This can only mean that he does not care about these things, but only conveys them truthfully.
James just opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by Seth's frown. "It's none of my business. Go to Crowley. I still have something to do." He turned away. He is here to send pictures to Coulson.
James stayed there for a long time until Wes patted him, "Crowley? That female demon? Is she familiar with you?"
Of course James didn't tell Weiss that he was forced to x. ‘Very familiar’ seemed to poke his sore spot,
!
He swears,
The devil is the devil! It has nothing to do with the girl!

Weiss did n’t know what ignited James, and raised his hand, "Okay, I know, you hate demons. Relax." Weiss shook his head and smiled, "Fortunately, I will be in the South District, there seems to be a group of Grande guys covering it, and the devil should have nothing to do with me. "
James sipped his lips and glanced at Weiss. "No one will be safe! For the devil, no one is safe! You better be careful!"
Wes narrowed his eyes, "What did she do to you?" With a wry smile, "You know we said that the angel's face, the devil's figure, should have a reason? I remember you said she was a fallen angel, So both. "
James snorted, gave Wes a glance, shook his head, and pulled him away.
This always staggered conversation is really speechless. (To be continued.)