The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

In the southern part of the northern part of Barton City, starting from the Mary Church as the boundary to the south, this entire area is the area that Barton City is considered to be ‘broken’. ▲ Eight? One Chinese ▲ ▼ Web www.81zw.com?

In the west, there is a Paisin district with a low per capita income, although peaceful. Going east from Paisin, after crossing Ogier Street and the area between Highway 27, although the per capita income remained at the same level, the age began to decline.

Unlike most of the middle-aged and elderly citizens of Paisin who can finally own a house with half their life savings, the savings here are not enough to maintain independent houses. They mostly rent apartments, and Daniel lives here.

After crossing Highway 27, after a short period of public facilities such as gas stations and bus stops, after a short period of regional buffering, the situation changed sharply.

If you do n’t want to work in Barton City and want to earn extra money, use your fists and wounds to get a free life, please come here. Just choose a bar, find the man who is sitting and smoking in it, looks very imposing, and offer your loyalty, even if you have found the boss.

The sea-view property in the northeast of Barton South was abandoned by the influence of this place.

The detectives at the Patton Police Station have been almost here in recent days. Detective James and Coulson pushed open the door of the bar, but it was only noon. The oncoming alcohol and smoke smell almost caused the two to spit out the cold pizza that they had just eaten!

Coulson inadvertently held down James's waist, imposing! In the eyes cast in the smoke, the detective must show enough momentum!

"It's a bit early to drink these now, what do you think?" Coulson lifted his coat with one hand, the badge on his waist and the holster on his side flashed away, and he took it directly to the bar, a strong muscled man The wine glass is about to be handed to the mouth, smiled in the suppressed angry eyes of the other party, smelled it, and directly took the wine glass and walked back. ? August ▲? Chinese network. ww. 八 1zw.com ■

James followed, looking at the man with his sturdy shoulders in the bar. He was not as comfortable as Coulson, with his fingers stiff against his side.

Detective Coulson seemed to be familiar with it, and walked into the innermost compartment with his glass. Facing each other, a table filled with wine bottles was sandwiched between the two sands. The seats on both sides were already filled with people. Coulson's vacated fingers pointed to a nervous man on the seat, indicating that the other party would let go.

The middle-aged man embraced by a woman bent the corner of his mouth, withdrew his sturdy arms from the woman holding the ring, and lit a thick cigar with a smile. The women around them consciously took the bottle and started pouring it themselves.

The man who was watched by Coulson pursed his lips bitterly and finally gave up his seat.

"Don't you see that we still have someone?" Coulson stood still and said to the other person in his seat.

The man looked at Coulson indifferently, then to James behind Coulson, and finally to the "Boss" on the opposite side. After getting the order, he also gave up his seat. ∮ 八 ∮ 一 ∮ 中 ∮ text, www.8.1ｚw.ＣＯＭ

Corson waved at James impatiently and sat down in the sand. The wine glass he took was put into his mouth and took a sip, frowning and complaining.

"What's the matter with these people, haven't I been here for a long time? There is no respect at all." Detective Coulson really complained.

"Ah, Coulson." The man on the other side smiled and dropped a cigar. "It's nice to see you too. You can't blame them. How long haven't you been here, two years? Three years?" James Shi moved his body a bit, he didn't like such a scene, such a situation.

"Is it so long?" Cosson waved his hand casually and picked up the cigar. "If you want, I can come a few more times."

"Oh, that's not necessary." The man lifted his finger, and the woman next to him lifted his lips and left the sand. "The homicide group? Well, there is no interest in our little people." The man glanced at James. ,"Who is this?"

"Lance." Cosson looked at each other with a smile. "Are you really a 'general', he just said it."

Coulson picked up the scissors at the table and carefully cut his own cigar, glanced at James and gestured across the road, "General, Detective Lance."

James frowned, looking at the raised eyebrows and the palm of his hand, but he didn't reach for it.

After the introduction, it's time to get to the topic.

"So, how do you come here?" The hand of the "General" stopped alone in the air for a while, and finally withdrew his eyes. After looking at James, he smiled and returned to Coulson. He didn't say much until he knew the other party's intention, "I hope it's just to tell the old."

"Me too." Coulson was just like an old fritter, contented with a cigar, as if intoxicated by the smoke he spit out. "But the next time the offer comes, we will all come here. It won't be a good thing." Coulson Leaning on the sand back, he gestured to James.

This is a packed version of a black-and-white face game, with the "old" friendship of Coulson, and the new stunned blue James.

James took out a picture, opened the bottle and ashtray on the table, and put down, "Where is this person."

‘General’ lazily picked up the photo. This is a very ordinary man. The photo is a surviving photo of the case, so there is a large bruise on his face, but it does not affect the identification.

"General" frowned, put the picture back, and looked at Coulson, "What's wrong with him."

Coulson raised his finger and said nothing. James pushed the photo again in front of the other face without expression, "It's none of your business, you just tell us where he is."

"General" laughed, "Then I don't know."

"Don't do that." Coulson put a hand on James with a smile. The conversation between the police and the criminal outside the police station is usually the same. The police are trying to know what the other party knows, and the criminal is trying to know what the other party knows. The best case is that the two parties should never reach a consensus. This is a requirement for peaceful exchanges.

"You don't want this kind of mouse to wander in your neighborhood." Kossen revealed a hint of information.

"Not in my kitchen, so I don't care." "General" said with a smile.

"Then you won't care, let's check your" kitchen "." James put away the photo and looked directly at the "General" eyes.

"Don't do this, partner." Coulson seemed to only say this, he patted James on the shoulder, "I don't want to be sandwiched between 'old friend' and you."

"Random." "General" looked at James and gestured for invitation, he didn't seem to care about the threat of the detective. The reason is also very simple. The other party is a homicide group. He didn't kill anyone. What's so worried about?

James immediately got up and was about to leave.

Coulson leaned forward to pull James. "Wait, partner, you can't just go out like this!" Coulson pulled back to James, leaning forward and lowering his voice, looking seriously at the 'General' , Seems to be concentrating on the consolation.

"You don't want us to go out like this, right. It's a special period now. You know we are the homicide group, we don't want to have any trouble. But what about the other people here? Old friends, do they think we just want to find one Only killing mice, in their eyes, we are just police, what do you say? "