The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

Working James suddenly raised his head, narrowed his eyes, and looked at the sun almost directly above. August 1st? Chinese? Cultural Web www? Www? ? 8? 1? Zw ?. com He took off his heavy work gloves, wiped off the sweat on his face, and pulled over the vest hanging on the fence and put it on. In the autumn, the temperature makes the final earning.

James felt that someone was coming back. He didn't want Jason to see himself sweating ... Weiss didn't matter, Jason couldn't.

Tell me what James is doing, he is helping Weiss repair the fence in the backyard. Actually, James didn't understand such things as repairing fences, but Jason, who also stayed at Weiss' house for the time being, did all the work that James would do!

Laundry, cleaning, cooking, washing dishes ... Jason is not like a friend staying here temporarily, but an all-around too ... James shook his head, all-round housekeeping service provider! An all-round guy who usually works normally and can do the housework perfectly after returning. It is actually uncomfortable to make James, a guest on vacation, ashamed.

James also has to do something for Wes, lest he be too useless. Well, probably this is the case, don't pursue it deep.

James glanced back at his work, the crooked fence-a thing that he had been busy with all morning, a scornful lip, ready to continue in the afternoon. He walked back to the back porch, prepared to take a shower, rubbed his dirty vest, lest Jason would take the lead ...

"Your injury." Shen Jing's question appeared on the back porch without warning. The North District Police Chief Cologne still kept pushing the back door, looking calmly at James who had just pulled down his vest. Taxi.

Not someone will come, someone will come, someone unexpected from James.

James was shocked and stood still, "Bureau, Commissioner!"

"I ask you about your injury." Cologne let go of the back door and looked at James's flushed face and the sweat on the skin under the sun. This could be explained as having just finished his work. Unfortunately, Cologne asked not this. Right.

"Bureau, Secretary, why are you here, eh. Here?"

Cologne lifted the key in his hand, "Go to the Southern District Police Station to find your friend, Weiss, borrowed the key. Come to you." Still looking at James, meaning "answer my question".

"Look. What do you want me to do ..." James looked away, staring at his shoes. "Isn't I on vacation ..." The voice also fell.

"I have something to do with Grande, specifically, it's something to do with Zachary Grande." Cologne's voice has always been calm, "morally speaking, first ask you to show respect."

Grande is James' informer, sincerely not a secret. Director Cologne understands the morals of the police. But what he said, the meaning is obvious, the emphasis is on respect-James has not answered his question as the director!

With his head down, James's face changed several times, and it was unknown if he was seen by Cologne. However, he finally had to answer the question, "Uh ... hurt, it's almost okay, originally, it's not so serious, it's much lighter than Coulson ..."

"Really." Cologne continued to look at James. Look up and down carefully. Although the partner of this meritorious service is indeed seriously on Coulson ’s side, the center of gravity for the director ’s visit to the hospital is also on Coulson ’s side. James, the director of the medical record, has not seen it. Now James, who is only wearing a vest, has no bruises or scars on his body. It seems that he has just performed a manual labor. A doctor's order requires a retreat. Is n’t it suitable for the injured of intense exercise?

Cologne moved and went straight to James, reaching for James's chest.

James was stunned for a moment, then wrinkled, "Oh!"

Good fake.

Cologne, who had personally seen the two cracked ribs on the x-ray, suddenly became somber. Cologne is a retired soldier, or the chief of the Patton Police Department. He knows whether the touch on his hand is a healthy rib, and whether the person in front of him is acting pain!

Cologne turned and left.

"Director!" James and Ben didn't know what they could explain, but it was instinct to block. He even panicked his sweaty hand and pulled the director's arm with no respect.

Director Cologne shook hands to get rid of James' disrespect, "Howling! Don't touch me, detective!"

"Sorry, Secretary! Secretary, I ..."

Cologne did not want to leave, return to the back porch, open the back door, "Come in!"

James didn't know what would happen and stood still.

"I'll let you in!" Cologne no longer needed to keep calm, glaring at James irritably, and gave orders to lead the house.

What about James? Can only keep up.

A document was placed on the dining table in the room. Cologne didn't seem to want to waste it at all. Turning it over, he pointed at the black-and-white photo of Zac and asked an unexpected question in a somber face. "Is he medical experience?" "

James looked at the black-and-white photo on the document a little stunned, as if some years, and Zac's face also looked younger, but only part of the upper body was dressed, but nothing changed. However, it is always strange to see a black and white photo. Because it looks like fake.

Not like that. James knew that it must be fake. The former Zac was not capable of being photographed.

"What the hell!" Cologne continued to be impatient. "I ask you if he has medical experience!" Cologne seemed to have already got the answer by himself, and he didn't know what kind of psychology it was.

"Medical, medical, experience?" Forgive James's gaze still on the photo, in a state of stunned spirit.

"Don't let me repeat it for the third time!" Cologne began to pace around the dining table, his face somber, "Don't hide from me! Was your injury healed!"

Is it Zach? of course not! It was James who drank a glass of ‘unknown’ red liquid in his own home! We all know. Moreover, governance? Can the blood of a vampire be included in medical treatment?

"No ..." is almost instinctive, James is denying.

But was interrupted immediately!

Cologne pacing back and forth took a look at the table, staring at James, "deny! Huh! Detective Lance! Do you want to lie in front of me!"

Need to remind Cologne why it is here? He had just come from the hospital and had seen friends who would die at any time and rely on a bunch of machines to maintain his life. The friend told Cologne that the person in the black and white photo could save him, even if he would die at any time.

So, everyone expects how Cologne will describe this ... well, the situation.

"Medical experience! Yes or no!" He glared at James. "I don't know how he healed your injury! But did I ask you how he healed ?! No! I'm asking you if he healed! Answer me! Detective Lance!"

This should be a peculiar phenomenon. Being coerced by superiors outside the workplace is more stressful than in the workplace. Otherwise, how to explain James's increasingly dark face and the look of constipation.

It seemed that he had made up his mind, "Yes ... it's him. Director!" James replied.

Cologne heard what he wanted to hear, took a deep breath and no longer forced James, closed the file, turned and walked away.

"Bureau, Director! Where are you going ?!" James' response was fairly quick. Trying to hold back again disrespectfully ...

The main door opened, and Jason stood at the door with a briefcase on his back. The goods came back from work, blinked, and looked at the two people in the room, "Uh ... James, there is a guest."

Jason does n’t know Cologne, and the citizens do n’t need to know the police chief.

But Cologne knew this important witness of the first fight club case, the case of cooperation between Newton and Barton, even if he is a director. It is also true that people who stare at witnesses to give testimony outside the interrogation room.

Cologne glanced back at James, shirring his lips, not wanting to bother anymore, and slapped the hand that James pulled over without saying a word, leaving Kai Jason out.

Today is a sunny day. The secretary's back is working perfectly. I saw him get on the car quickly and turn quickly. Going west, that is, the direction of the Grand Funeral Home.

Jason and James stood on the porch together, watching the leaving car.

Jason tilted his head, "Who is that? Why? It looks fierce ..."

"North District Police Chief." James glanced somberly at Jason. Gave the answer.

"Oh." Jason raised an eyebrow, and didn't mind James's tone, saying that both of them are guests here. There can be nothing between each other, "Is the director like this."

James knows what the other party is saying, Weiss's chief. This is the same for Weiss. This matter is unclear.

"Oh, right." Jason apparently wasn't going to continue to talk about this topic, he stood on the porch and turned over his briefcase. "I have a copy of that, um, investigate ..." Turn over, "Gran. Do you have time, please send me over ... "

But Jason glanced at James. It seemed that James was sweating all over the scene. "Forget it, I'll send it myself. You, uh, wash it, smell ..."

James snatched Jason's investigation, "I'm going!"

"Uh ..." Jason didn't know what the situation was, but he obviously didn't care much, "Oh, then you go, I'll cook, and Wes will be back soon. Let Zac finish it and bring it back Come back, I will hand it in this afternoon. "

James seemed uncomfortable with this conversation, pursing his lips strangely, and turned to the room. Bathing is impossible, but at least you have to change clothes!

Jason was still wordy, "Yes, let Zack fill it in. It's important, about Grand Insurance." Already walking towards the kitchen.

James didn't want to ask, but please calm down. He used this reason to chase his secretary to the Grand. The reason is better, not better.

Raised the voice, across the room, "What is this investigation for?"

The refrigerator opened, the plates, bowls and the table contacted, and Jason also raised the voice of the answer, "Well, you are a policeman, it ’s okay to say. Recently, some of our customers’ claims are a bit frequent, and we have counted them there. For a moment, they are all companies that have cooperation with the Saidil security company, and they are all compensations caused by security problems ... "

No surprise. James, who was holding his clothes, didn't care about being selfish and unwilling to be seen by Jason. He walked out of the kitchen and stared at Jason looking at the ingredients in his hand while dressing. Soul Walker is talking about another future version, about the constant accidents of Saidil security, the loss of customers and the presence of James Axe security. (Volume 1, 15)

"... Isn't Grande also cooperating with Saidir, it's an investigation about changes in insurance contracts." Jason holding the knife tilted his head, a little helpless, "You know, our insurance company is not willing to Seeing you keep making payments, so ... "Jason glanced at James casually, opened his mouth, and the knife he held was shaking in front of James." The button is wrong. "

Continue, "So this is the survey, and look at the intentions of these customers." While James was restlessly unbuttoning his button, Jason continued to cut vegetables, completely ignoring James' embarrassment. Add money, so, hey, don't say this to Zac. "

"Is there anything else." James rubbed his lips, instead of asking about the clothes, but the matters to be paid attention to in the investigation.

Jason thought about it for a while, "Um ... nothing, but I don't recommend Zac agreeing to the changes. Grande's insurance does not cover the cemetery, just Grande itself. The cooperation between Zack and Saidil Security Company should be just the part of the cemetery ... "He smiled at James." Hehe, we also know how Zach could get several security guards to Gran. De protect them, huh. "

James didn't smile.

Jason was a little embarrassed and continued to cut vegetables, "So I guess, Grand and our company's insurance have nothing to do with their business with Saidir. There is no need to change anything. Well, I think so, but I know what. "Jason shrugged when he changed the ingredients." Zac must look at the survey to know what our company is thinking. He must have his own ideas. You let him fill it in. "

James pursed his lips, nodded, and turned to prepare, "No need to prepare my share."

"Of course, hehe." Jason smiled for granted. "You must have lunch at Grande. I can't compare to Alice."

This sentence made James feel weird in every sense. Forget it, James ...

the phone is ringing.

"James!" Jason stopped James who was about to go out. "Will you answer the phone? My hands are wet."

James's eyes twitched, and he turned around to pick it up. It was Weiss, a short sentence, "I will not return at noon, there is a case on the east bank."

"Wes doesn't come back at noon." James yelled into the kitchen. After an "Oh" with a disappointing tone came over from him, James was in vain.

‘Ca n’t live here anymore! ‘When James went out, James thought so! (To be continued.)