The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

Lola rushed out of the door. Zac and Benjamin, who had just returned to Grande, sat in the van, watching the girl running towards her car, and opened the door angrily. ??? August 1 Chinese? Wen Wang. ww.8.11zw.com ★ With a snap, Lola's body has been completely covered in the car. In peacetime, always lowering the window and Alice say goodbye. This time, the car moved away from Grand and blended into the night.

Zac pushed open the door and walked to Alice standing outside Grand, patting the Banshee's shoulder, "What's wrong?"

The Banshee shook her head and turned into the room.

Zac frowned and looked at the Great Dane Jin walking across his butt, "Office."

Benjamin's goal was straightforward. He walked into the restaurant, but there was nothing on the table. Alpha frowned and turned into the kitchen, only to see Matthew and Louise and Danny preparing dinner, while Old Hank sat beside him and hurried to hurry.

Matthew was pleasantly surprised to see Benjamin coming back. He held back all afternoon and had not reported anything. Alpha watched Matthew running, obviously there was something to say, but he pointed his finger at the desk, "Talk while doing!"

Matthew reluctantly began to talk about the noon. He wanted to see what Constantine was hiding on the side for a while. He didn't expect the two to be away when he came back.

Benjamin listened for a while and frowned, "Talk to Zac." Alpha is not good at speculation out of nothing, let alone hungry Alpha. Seeing Matthew preparing to go to the office, Alpha pointed to the desk again, "Go after finishing!"

In the office, the Great Dane did not immediately begin to describe what he saw, because across from Zac, Crawley was sitting across an overly clean desk.

This woman really became short. A small golden curl curled up on his head, and Zac always felt familiar, as if the head of a male statue was like this.

Crowley seemed to be satisfied with her shape, and looked up and down, "David. Do you see it? How?"

Zac compared and shook his head. "Just be happy."

Crowley is not satisfied with this answer. Eight ▼ one ◆ ▼ Chinese? ww.81zw.com ▲ The bright and clean forehead slightly wrinkled, and her slender fingers circled around her head, but the short roll couldn't make her wrap around a few more times, and she got away from her fingers. He turned to the side and it was even more chaotic.

As Zac's head shook and the amplitude increased, Crowley pursed her lips, waving her fingers gently on the cheeks. The golden light and shadow extended from the top of the bird's nest, and the familiar grew on Crowley's chest.

"Much better." Zac stopped shaking his head.

Crowley snorted and looked sideways at the workbench lying on one side, watching her Great Dane. Black eyes reflected Crowley's image. The shape-shifter is a very target-conscious guy. Although Kim has some deviations, he is still the shape-shifter. He still hates what Mike did to him in the hospital.

"It's Mike, not me. Look elsewhere." Crowley's eyes were black, and the image of the Great Dane was also printed.

Jin's breath was sprayed on the workbench, his head turned sideways, but one eye still looked strangely at Crowley.

Crowley's eyes returned to normal. Shaking his head helplessly.

There was silence in the office, and even Zack didn't smile, and seemed to be disturbed by something annoying.

The clatter is the sound of the vampire coming to dinner for himself. Crowley looked at the slowly rising red plane and made the first person to speak. "Let me find a way that is mutually beneficial."

The hula stopped, and the cork was pushed back into the mouth of the bottle, and there was a chirping sound. Zac lifted the glass and made a continuing gesture.

Crowley frowned, "I won't give up control of Smith."

The red plane, which had fallen by a third in the tilt, swayed in the wine glass. Zac looked at the rippled dinner. "Then we have nothing to talk about."

It was the demon who took the threatening picture without making people aware. It was the devil who gave the instruction to record. It was a demon who threatened Smith on the phone.

Is it strange? No, the strange thing is the city of Button. ? ● Eight ▲ One Chinese? ww.81zw.com ▼ True gang members are like social gangsters, and they will fall into the bottom of society just one step away. If there are no tramps at the bottom, they are the bottom. Those notorious criminals in other cities can only lead a bunch of thugs in a smoky tavern in Barton.

Barton ’s strange thing is not that their mayor and a vampire are friends, but everything in this city, whether light or dark, is controlled by a small group of people in the West End!

Among them is Quinn, who is almost to become a monumental philanthropist. There is the political family Stone, which has connections throughout Massachusetts, the leader Barton, who is put at the top as a concept ..., and like Smith, hidden in the dark, grace, drug lord, building materials? It's just a tool that can transport ‘products’ around.

I remember I said that Crowley is a clear stream in this inexplicable world.

Yes, the demon decided to take over what should be under his control. Maybe it was just that she was fed up with Mary ’s Church without any atmosphere, and the southeast of the North District that was going to die.

"You." Crowley stared at Zac's eyes, and said, "You are the last Toledo! Why are you so ..." Crowley wanted to say, how could it be so weak! Succumb to humanity! But she failed to finish.

"The last one?" Zach raised an eyebrow. "I don't think so."

Crowley pursed her lips and lowered her voice, "You know."

Zac looked sideways.

"They have nothing ..." Crowley closed her mouth, and she realized that it would be useless to say that it would only make Zac look at herself higher.

Zach glanced at Crowley, and he didn't want to continue this topic, "Do you really want to find a solution that we both agree on?"

Crowley took her arm and leaned on the seat, making a natural expression.

"Then you should start talking, from beginning to end."

Crowley doesn't like Zac's tone, but both are people who value commitments and have a peace agreement and can't fight.

Crowley's narrative is not complicated, and Crowley, who has thoroughly studied Barton's history, began to look for the reasons that made the southeast so sluggish. The expansion of the church is a very convenient means. When the application forms around the city of Barton were placed in the Mary Church, Crowley had a relationship spectrum of all these people.

If you, your family, or friends have contributed to the church, you will give priority to income from new church members.

But this is enough.

People will not believe that the people in the Western District are not those like Quinn and Barton, but those who serve them, those who are called servants, how complicated their family is, and how much they know Master thing.

"Stone donates xx, **** ...", "Quin ...", "Smith ..."

Of these things, it is not just the first surname, because there are many of them raised by these servants and donated together with their masters. And in different application forms, began to stagger.

When such a staggered web was fully displayed in front of Crowley, Crowley clearly clarified the relationship map of those in the West End.

When irrelevant people meet, Crowley finds what she wants.

Why is Smith Barton's largest building materials dealer associated with an unnamed dining car shop. Smith's employee, an ordinary transportation driver, why he knew a professor in the Department of Chemistry at Newton University. A major is a PhD in climate regulation, why would you work in a building materials company ...

When the unusual event aggravates a certain block on this map, the devil's convenience appears.

Crowley quickly revealed Smith's secret.

"I remember I told you not to touch anyone about the direction of Barton." Zach looked at Crowley, to the point that there was no threat or intimidation, just a simple statement.

"Did I move him?" Crowley asked back, "I just let him know that someone saw his secret."

So there was a recording event.

Zac frowned, and Crowley used this very laborious method to make Smith realize that he was mastered. As I said before, Smith has lost, and all his secrets are completely in the hands of the hidden opponent, Crowley.

Crowley was hidden, and there was no flaw in it like a shadow. But for those recordings, the recordings that Smith has heard from the phone, the recordings that actually exist, just to explain one thing to Smith-‘Your secret became an entity and was kept in an unknown place! Your opponent is real! I can ruin you! ’

Zac's speculation is not wrong. Crowley has launched the first move to control Smith after the recording, that is, the dealer, Zac does not know how many such peripheral members have been replaced by Crowley's own demon, because there have been promises, no To touch Smith, then keep the main body and lift the periphery.

Afterwards, it is already foreseeable that when Smith ’s subject has a decision that is contrary to Crowley ’s idea, those recordings, throwing out a recording at the right time, will be a huge boost, allowing Smith to make a Crow What Li thought, this is the purpose of Crowley.

This is Crowley's control.

Crowley pressed her eyebrows, "You should respect everything I do." Looking at Zach, "Because of you, you Grande, your mayor Anthony, I think like a lower creature."

Crowley's low- and mid-level creatures are naturally human beings, threatening with recordings, what a humane means. For the devil, possessing it will solve everything. Need such trouble? !

Zac exhausted the evening meal in the cup. He didn't know what to say. He sincerely wanted to admire it, but it didn't seem to fit his position.

Zac shook his empty glass. "Don't you ever think that you will meet us in the process?"

There was a trace of Crowley's face, um, contempt, "No, I didn't think that Grande would be involved in this kind of interest incident."

Zac looked at the empty glass, Crowley's thoughts coincided with Grande's true thoughts. Zac curled his lips and smiled, "I didn't expect it." (To be continued.)