The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

James, who pushed the door, was in a bad mood. Georgina expressed support for his postponement. The girl said with a relieved expression, "Go protect Barton! I can tell Winnesa not to take my class." , I ’m still worried about returning her twice! You know, the weekend is the busiest. ★ 八一 一 中文 ▲ ▼ 网 www.81zw.com ● "

This did not comfort James ’mood, so he said cruelly in his heart,‘ What ’s the most important thing! ’

The facts did not disappoint James. The police station was almost full of cars. Coulson ’s ‘Everyone’ was not an exaggeration. Among the familiar license plates, there are several license plates that I have never seen before, and they should be the people of Newton Police Department.

Walking into the police station, the usual noise was replaced by quietness. Everyone seemed to pay special attention to walking. Occasionally, the noisy street mixed with dozens of eyes, turned fiercely, and immediately calmed down. Then everyone's eyes shifted again, stopping at a few strangers sitting in the middle of the police station.

Coulson turned his chair back, and a row of homicide detectives leaned on the back of the chair, tilting his head to stare at the guys with the pass in front of his chest.

naive.

The homicide group, as the most serious part of the police station, is now pushed down like a watchdog, demonstrating to its peers, not naive, what is it?

James sullenly pulled his partner, and whispered, "What are you doing?"

"Detective Detective Lance!" Coulson raised his voice, "My partner! You're here!" He didn't mean to answer his partner's question at all, and his chin swept toward the few people, 'The general's son is my partner , Is a detective of Barton Police Department. Can Newton Police compare? ’

James's eyes twitched, but he had to smile, his right hand extended to the hand of the stranger, and he held it in turn, silently recording the self-introduction of these people.

Coulson snorted softly, and the display was too obvious. He squinted, "Partner! You forgot to bring coffee. Let's go out and shake it." His arm was already on James' shoulder.

"Hehe." The Newton man laughed twice. "At least we now know that the coffee in everyone's bureau is equally bad."

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"What's going on!" Just went out. James pushed Coulson away. If he was only called to the show for a lap, he could not guarantee that he could not hold back.

Coulson sniffed his nose and leaned over to James to take a breath. "You have applied perfume. What are you going to do today? Dating?"

James stared at Coulson without speaking.

"Okay, I don't ask!" Coulson smiled and held James's arms to raise his hand. Keep going, "I don't know what the case is yet."

Looking at James's expression of wanting to start again, Coulson immediately added, "You, the boss (The-BIg-guy) is going to call! Others, just to make up for it!"

"Secretary Cologne?" James raised his eyebrows. The female leader of the homicide group, Kou Sen, will use the boss (Boss) to call him, the boss refers to the boss of the boss, that is, the director. James tugged at his collar and wanted to get the perfume she wiped for Georgina to hurry. He didn't want his "boss" to have a worse reflection on himself. Kim ’s first impression is still there, and Secretary Cologne is not the one who James can use to invite guests to "buy", "Why me?"

"What do you think?" Coulson had seen James's intentions. After all, he was a young man. He always hoped to perform well in front of his boss, but this superfluous and meaningless movement was really ridiculous. "Lance."

Coulson aggravated the surname, and what he meant was already obvious.

James frowned. This was not a joke with Weiss, but a real problem. James pursed his lips. Do you want to use Lance as a 'vase', just as Coulson did just now, or more practically use the force represented by Lance-the military?

The former makes James angry, and the latter makes James angry.

Just like James said when he answered the phone. Detective Lance, instead, Lance's son, does the same.

Coulson patted James on the shoulder, comforting him. The expression seems to have made a great sacrifice, "Today I invite you."

"Detective Coulson, Lance!" Someone stood at the door of the police station. August 1 ■ Chinese? Text ★ Net. ww.81zw.com ● shouted, "Boss looking for!"

Coulson's face was loose, and he pushed James back happily, "I really intend to invite you!"

James was too lazy to say anything, opened his partner on the shoulder, adjusted his jacket, and walked into the police station.

Several guys at the Newton Police Department were already waiting, and with Curson and James walking upstairs, it seemed to be a meeting.

As soon as he entered the meeting room, a man of the same age as Cologne smiled and extended his hand to James. "You must be Detective Lance. I'm glad to see you." He held James' palm. , Patting his arm, "Just say, I am a fan of General Lance."

James remained expressionless. The man continued to look at Coulson, and also extended his hand, "You must be Detective Coulson, Cologne rate you highly."

Cologne? The direct address can only mean that the two are at the same level, it seems that this guy is the boss of the Newton Police Department.

After introducing himself by Newton Police Chief Hoyn, he did n’t have to wait too much. He turned over a display board directly with Cologne. The white page was covered by large and small photos, materials, and annotations. Tell me about this case, you can ask questions at any time, and I will answer. "It is a very straightforward guy.

Cologne glanced at his two men. He was a more direct guy than Hoin, and said with impatient lip, "This case is the two of you." As if the people who had gathered for the demonstration below were too busy to draw It ’s the same, “No one can help you, our resources are not wasted in other people ’s cities!”

"Newton City, your neighbor." Director Huo added nonchalantly.

So this is a case of cross-city support?

Cologne waved, lazy and peaceful peer dispute, turned to the display board, pointing to the top, "'Fighting Club' (FIghT-cLuB), this is your goal." Then Cologne's hand rocked up and down in front of the display board Smashed cars, broken shop windows, collapsed square statues, building frames left after blasting ... full of display boards.

"This is what this so-called club does." The Cologne chief missed two pieces of information.

James and Coulson frowned and opened the data. The first page is the total number of casualties and property losses. The total number makes the two's brows tighter. Continue to turn over is the report of various detailed incidents, but strange place names are reminding the two of them, these are things that were born in other people's cities, oh no. Their neighbor-Newton.

"Humph." Cologne snorted. "There is nothing beautiful, just a arrogant masterpiece of a group of extrajudicial elements."

"Anti-community-community-revenge society." Director Hoyne glanced at Cologne and shook his head. Added.

"You didn't catch the anti-society-society elements!" Director Cologne looked back and made up the knife.

"It's Barton now." Director Hoin said helplessly, "Cologne, can you be more serious? It's not a time for dispute."

James looked away from the data, frowning. Binocular looked at his ‘boss’, “Secretary, Barton has n’t had a similar thing recently.” He did n’t understand his intention.

"good question."

James's eyes turned to Horn, and he didn't think he was just saying a question.

Secretary Huin once again handed out two copies of much thicker information, "We found their model." James frowned and took it, and opened it. Secretary Huin continued, "It's not without answering your question, You have n’t noticed yet. "

James flipped through. What is this! Road signs have been altered, sewer manhole covers have been removed, trash cans have been damaged, and alarms have been removed ...

Wait, why are you so familiar?

James and Coulson glanced at each other.

"Back Bay, Paisin." The sentiment of Cologne's director obviously disappeared from the previous deliberate run-up of his colleagues, and he became serious. "Even Herman's factory, such 'little things' have begun to increase. The two of you should have already Now. "

Indeed, these "little things" almost coincided with the incidents recorded by Coulson who had been irritable all night.

But as detectives, they noticed that this was entirely coincidental, and the patrolmen should know more about it. Why did they choose James and Coulson? This question remains unanswered.

"We have their patterns." Director Hoyn pulled over another display board and pointed his finger at the top question mark. "This is the soul of their club."

"What a soul!" Director Cologne squeezed away Hoin impatiently. "It's just an evil-religious organiser! There are no photos, no name, no one we know!" He was blaming Newton The incompetence of the police station.

Director Cologne stood in front of the display board and swiped his finger down, completely taking over Hoin's explanation. "The first step, recruiting, the candidates are those who are dissatisfied with society." He looked at his two detectives, "so basically anyone!"

Horne, who wanted to explain, was interrupted by Cologne's stare, and continued, "Step 2. Training. Start with these little things! So it's anywhere!"

Hoin, who had already felt Cologne's resentment, shook his head and gave up.

"The third step, brainwashing, hypnosis, whatever you want! For the next ..." Cologne pulled directly over the previous display board, "Prepare for things!" This is a qualitative change.

"Fourth step." Cologne's hand pointed back to the top question mark. "This guy, leave everything behind and move to the next place! It's us!"

James and Coulson glanced at each other. So it was the order that when the policemen were all **** with the evil pieces made by his men, they got out without any involvement.

"Those men." Coulson frowned and looked at Hoin. "Did you not catch it? What was the result of the interrogation, there was no clue about his identity?"

"We didn't catch it." Hoin frowned tightly. "They all pleaded guilty afterwards." He emphasized the word public, "'You all live in hell', this is when they open What the citizens said. "

Cologne frowned, "Focus!"

Hoin shook his head helplessly, "No matter what method we use to interrogate." The finger tapped the question mark on the display board. "This is still a question mark, and we even doubt whether this person exists."

"We." There were too many thoughts crowded in his head, and James's face was completely gloomy. "What to do."

"You." Cologne pointed at James. "You are going to join the Fight Club." (To be continued.)