Chapter 139

Chapter 139: Chapter 8 Gangs

James’ eyebrows were pressed closely together, and the look of a police detective was very deterrent to the gangs in the city; but in fact, what James was thinking had nothing to do with the ‘general’ in front of him.

What Coulson said was right, now was a special time. After meeting Crowlie with Anthony, Zach, and Benjamin on Monday, although the two humans left early, no matter what the vampire and the werewolf said next, it worked, and the crime rate in Barton began to fall.

The scope has also begun to shrink. The violent incidents that originally spread throughout the city of Barton have converged and returned to normal frequency. But in the southeast areas of Barton’s northern district, the violence in this area has surged; that was the conflicts between gangs have become more and more intense.

Barton was different from the city where James used to live. The size of the gangs in Barton was relatively small. Perhaps it had something to do with the history of Barton. After all, the real city resources were in the hands of that group of people in the Western District of Barton. As a result, gangs in Barton were not able to grow and expand.

Most of the time, the Barton Police Department would ignore this area. It was not that they would completely leave them alone. It was just that they would not deliberately pay attention to it. After all, even if they let them do whatever they like, they would not cause big trouble. Occasionally, there were some relatively bad incidents, but they only needed to arrest a couple of people that were responsible for them.

Crowlie seemed to have discovered this characteristic and began to concentrate her actions here. This was a good thing for the entire Barton city. However, the people here also seemed to be particularly prone to instigation. There were more and more ‘fights’ between neighborhoods, let alone sanguinary incidents. The Barton Police Department had been forced to send additional police forces here and began to monitor the area.

The appearance of James and Coulson represented a vicious homicide. The ‘war’ between the gangs broke a new record in Barton’s history.

The ‘General’ smiled and shrugged his shoulders, “You have already come in. In any case, I have spoken to the police. If anyone wants to create trouble, there is nothing I can do.” He adjusted his sitting posture and leaned to Detective Coulson, with a smile on his face, “Actually, I have been thinking of an excuse to join this ‘Melee’.” He patted Coulson on the shoulder, “Now, you gave me one.”

Coulson’s face was a little stiff, he flicked the ashes off the cigar, thinking for a while, this time he really seemed to lose his detective posture, and said, “Why at this time? You know how many eyes are watching this place at the moment. After this period of time, no one will care about what you want to do.”

Coulson was telling the truth. The public’s attention to the church accident had subsided. The timing was so “coincidental” that the Barton police were able to successfully conceal the sudden increase in the crime rate in Barton, but then a new focus appeared- the violence in the southeastern area of Barton’s Northern district.

In the past few days, all the News’ agencies in Barton were reporting this. Although ordinary citizens couldn’t feel anything, it was precisely this way, the public opinion of bystanders has brought tremendous pressure to the Barton Police Department.

The ‘General’ looked at Coulson and smiled, playing with the glass in front of him, “This is what an old friend should say. Okay, I will listen to your advice.” The ‘general’ picked up the glass, turned his body sideways, and faced the people in the lobby of the bar who had been paying attention to them. “We will not step on this puddle of muddy water.”

After receiving instructions, the people in the bar continued to drink without expression, and do whatever they were supposed to be doing.

Coulson shook his head, “Now you can tell us where this guy is, you must know.”

“Wait a minute.” The ‘General’ emptied the glass and wagged his finger in front of Coulson, “we haven’t finished the last topic. Just like what you said, the fact that you are here already gave the people who want to create trouble enough reason to create trouble. Your old friend will not take the initiative to create trouble, but others will bring trouble to me. ”

The hand that James had just raised was held by Coulson, and what he wanted to say was stopped by the partner who was more senior than him.

Coulson thought for a while, “I can do you a favor, but you owe me this time.”

‘General’ smiled, “I owe you for the trouble you have caused, Coulson, you are so funny.”

Coulson stopped playing any games, looked at the man, and let him judge for himself.

In any case, it was foolish to be involved in the gang fight at the moment the Barton Police Department was monitoring it. Regardless of whether Coulson and James were coming or not, the ‘general’ must find a way to avoid the fight, if he still wanted the people in this bar to be intact.

So Coulson’s proposal was not absurd. What Coulson brought was not trouble but an opportunity. An opportunity for the ‘general’ to survive this period safely.

The ‘General”s finger tapped the empty glass, “Okay. I owe you once. ”

Coulson nodded and gestured to James again. James passed the photo over again. The ‘General’ took the photo and beckoned to someone. After passing the photo over, the photo was quickly passed around the bar. When it came back again, a few people walked over together with the photo.

As the ‘General’ said, the person in the photo was a ‘rat’, but no one wanted to keep an eye on the whereabouts of the rat.

At the sign of the ‘general’, several people began to narrate what they knew.

It was not a novel story. The person in the photo was a typical hooligan who spread rumors among several gangs and instigated conflicts. Crowlie’s methods were very old, but it was very effective. It was just that in the process, he ‘maybe’ crossed the line and left a body, so he was spotted by the police detectives.

James and Coulson already knew most of the information told by the ‘General”s men. They simply reorganized the timeline and sequence of events.

“Not long ago, I saw him enter [Skull Bar].”

This was the last piece of information. James and Coulson nodded. They didn’t thank these guys who were already equivalent to “informants.” Coulson nodded to the ‘General’, “watch yourself.”

This was not a warning, but a reminder. Coulson did not hide it from the ‘general’ when reorganizing the information. From what he knew now, neither the police nor the gang members could see what the purpose of this rat was.

As always, James knew everything. He knew that this was the demon from hell making people commit sins to increase the chance of their souls going to hell after death. Even if someone believed the truth, James couldn’t bring himself to say it.

Coulson directly used the phone behind the bar and ‘abused’ his power as a police detective in front of the ‘General’. Soon, a group of patrol officers was dispatched and stationed in the street where the ‘General”s gang was located. The ‘General’ nodded slightly, as a sign that he now owed a favor. Coulson no longer wanted to stay and left the bar with James. After leaving the bar, they were finally able to breathe the fresh air again.

[Skull Bar] was not too far away. Coulson seemed to be very familiar with the streets here. After driving a few streets, he has parked the car in front of [Skull Bar].

The two entered the bar again, but the situation was completely different this time. The two ‘bad cop’ detectives took out the photo and asked straightforwardly, “Where is he.”

“Sorry.” The man with a skeleton tattooed on his neck raised his eyebrows, “Just left.” Pointing to the back of the bar very helpfully.

“What did he say.” Coulson asked straightforwardly, obviously didn’t have the patience he had when questioning the “General”. This was the attitude of the Barton Police Department towards most people here.

The man shrugged, “He seems to be in some kind of trouble, coming and going in a hurry. He didn’t have time to say anything.”

“What do you mean?” James raised his chin. Originally, the two police detectives were ready to use all kinds of methods to threaten the man, but they didn’t expect the other party would be so cooperative, but now they still don’t know whether this cooperation was true or false.

“Someone was chasing him.” The man waved his hand, “If you hurry, maybe you can catch up with him.”

James and Coulson looked at each other, and now they were about to divide the work. Coulson was hesitating. He was far more familiar with the street than James, but he was worried about leaving James alone to ask the details. If both of them went out to chase the man, they didn’t know if this place would become empty when they come back.

James didn’t hesitate, because first of all, there was nothing useful he would be able to get from this man. The guy they chased didn’t have any motivation that could be judged by human thinking, and the method was just provocation. Then, which was most important, the bullets in Coulson’s guns were not modified.

He didn’t wait for Coulson to say anything before rushing to the back of the bar. The tattooed man leaned sideways, looked at James’ back, shook his head with a chuckle, and then looked at Coulson with an unconcerned expression as if he didn’t mind what Coulson would ask him.

James rushed out of the back door of the bar and grabbed the passing guy, asking if he saw anything. Perhaps James was really lucky. The other party really said a direction and also described what the two people looked like.

James didn’t waste time, running in the sunlight in the direction the person said. However, a strange feeling arose in James’ heart.

“Tall, sturdy body, slicked-back hair, black-collared shirt, just like a pastor.”

This was the description of the person who was chasing the criminal that James was also chasing.

James threw away the strange feeling in his heart, and while running, his hand was already on the gun. The other party was a major suspect, and James had enough reasons to use a gun, so he didn’t need to worry about countless paperwork afterward.

The passer-by he stopped pointed to a dark alley, and James’ body quickly went into the shadow of the building.

James’ heartbeat speeded up. He knew that with his weak human power, he could not kill a demon. The only thing he could do to destroy the demon’s container, the body that died when he was possessed.

James drew his military knife with his free hand and ran deep into the dark alley.

A bright red light lit up from the turning point in the depths of the dark alley, the blue-gray building walls flashed under the bright red light, and the protruding bricks cast long shadows. James wanted to speed up his pace, but in the flashing red light, the explosive electric buzzing sound made him slow down.

James pressed his body against the wall and slowly leaned forward.

As if swept by flames, the black ashes were blown up by the airflow in the vent below the building’s rear, and the burned traces were extinguished on the edge of the raised ashes.

“Barton Police…” James saw the figure in the ashes. In the chaotic light and shadow, he could not tell who the other party was, so he issued a warning…

The world in James’s vision span and slowly darkened. When he finally stopped spinning and facing the sky on the ground, his vision was blocked by someone who just stepped over him.

It was really the same as the pastor. After this thought flashed, James lost consciousness.