Chapter 139: Chapter 8 Gangs
Jas’ 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 Jas was thinking had nothing to do with the ‘general’ in front of him.
What Coulson said was right, now was a special ti. After eting 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 cri 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 beco more and more intense.
Barton was different from the city where Jas used to live. The size of the gangs in Barton was relatively small. Perhaps it had sothing 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 ti, the Barton Police Departnt 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 so relatively bad incidents, but they only needed to arrest a couple of people that were responsible for them.
Crowlie seed 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 seed to be particularly prone to instigation. There were more and more ‘fights’ between neighborhoods, let alone sanguinary incidents. The Barton Police Departnt had been forced to send additional police forces here and began to monitor the area.
The appearance of Jas 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 co 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 ‘lee’.” He patted Coulson on the shoulder, “Now, you gave one.”
Coulson’s face was a little stiff, he flicked the ashes off the cigar, thinking for a while, this ti he really seed to lose his detective posture, and said, “Why at this ti? You know how many eyes are watching this place at the mont. After this period of ti, 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 cri 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 trendous pressure to the Barton Police Departnt.
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 . ”
The hand that Jas 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 this ti.”
‘General’ smiled, “I owe you for the trouble you have caused, Coulson, you are so funny.”
Coulson stopped playing any gas, 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 mont the Barton Police Departnt was monitoring it. Regardless of whether Coulson and Jas 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 Jas again. Jas passed the photo over again. The ‘General’ took the photo and beckoned to soone. After passing the photo over, the photo was quickly passed around the bar. When it ca 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 thods 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.
Jas and Coulson already knew most of the information told by the ‘General”s n. They simply reorganized the tiline and sequence of events.
“Not long ago, I saw him enter [Skull Bar].”
This was the last piece of information. Jas 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 mbers could see what the purpose of this rat was.
As always, Jas 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 soone believed the truth, Jas 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 Jas. After leaving the bar, they were finally able to breathe the fresh air again.
[Skull Bar] was not too far away. Coulson seed 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 ti. 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 Departnt towards most people here.
The man shrugged, “He seems to be in so kind of trouble, coming and going in a hurry. He didn’t have ti to say anything.”
“What do you an?” Jas raised his chin. Originally, the two police detectives were ready to use all kinds of thods 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.
“Soone was chasing him.” The man waved his hand, “If you hurry, maybe you can catch up with him.”
Jas 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 Jas, but he was worried about leaving Jas alone to ask the details. If both of them went out to chase the man, they didn’t know if this place would beco empty when they co back.
Jas 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 thod 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 Jas’ 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.
Jas rushed out of the back door of the bar and grabbed the passing guy, asking if he saw anything. Perhaps Jas was really lucky. The other party really said a direction and also described what the two people looked like.
Jas didn’t waste ti, running in the sunlight in the direction the person said. However, a strange feeling arose in Jas’ 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 Jas was also chasing.
Jas 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 Jas 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 Jas’ body quickly went into the shadow of the building.
Jas’ 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.
Jas 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. Jas wanted to speed up his pace, but in the flashing red light, the explosive electric buzzing sound made him slow down.
Jas pressed his body against the wall and slowly leaned forward.
As if swept by flas, 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…” Jas 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 Jas’s vision span and slowly darkened. When he finally stopped spinning and facing the sky on the ground, his vision was blocked by soone who just stepped over him.
It was really the sa as the pastor. After this thought flashed, Jas lost consciousness.
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