The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 101 Bold Vision

"Do you know what you're talking about?" Mary looked at Clayton as if she were looking at the devil.

Twelve carriages are the standard number of passenger trains.

The density of people on the train is not comparable to that of mines. Four or five carriages may be enough for a hundred people.

The severity of this matter is definitely much higher than the abandoned mine explosion. At least in the latter, most of the dead are unknown and will not have any impact on the city.

Fortunately, Clayton once again corrected his statement: "Actually, twelve knots is just my guess. It may also be an eight-section freight train. If we are lucky, or they think they have a precise calculation of the train schedule, They would blow up the tracks in order to stop a certain train."

He was convinced that Athene Pruger was of importance to the strange object that Detective Hook had been hired to send.

Although the Holy Grail has cooperated with Detective Hook, Spider-Priest doesn't mind hurting this ally to keep his secrets at what he thinks is an important moment.He has reason to believe that leading Detective Hook to arrive in Sasha City in batches is also part of the woman's calculations, and the other party will not receive the strange item in a normal way to prevent others from taking it from Detective Hook before her Strange thing.

For this reason, she did not hesitate to stop the whole train.

That strange thing is definitely an extraordinary thing.

It was her arrangement to enter the mine black market and seek a hideout in the city,
Since Joe Mani appeared in front of Clayton, this monster had already made a layout outside the city, and by the time Clayton saw her, her plan had come to an end.

Everyone, including Detective Hook, was deceived by her.

Thinking of this fact, Clayton was not able to feel hatred for the first time.

To meet such a masterful liar was as shocking to him as seeing a fabled work of art.

Mary couldn't read the look on his face, but she knew that being still wouldn't allow the conversation to move forward.

"Why is there such a difference?"

"Let me make a long story short. There is a strange object to be sent to Sasha City, but I don't know the size of the strange object, and whether the guards who escorted it are well-behaved. The attitude of the lady who wants to get it to her helper is also different. will make the difference."

If that strange object was about the same size as the placenta of the primordial whale in the abandoned Notre Dame, then Detective Hook, who escorted the strange object, could only buy a passenger train ticket.If it's big enough for one person to carry, like the ring of the Inquisition Bishop still left in the shop, it's not bad for transport by passenger train, and it's more stealthy in terms of movement.

But Creighton didn't know if Athena planned to find something on the body.

If she hadn't the slightest pity for the allies of Hooker's agency, she'd probably have persuaded them to send wonders in freight trains.

There are too many people on the passenger train, and it will be troublesome to turn over the dead body.

"I don't know why you're so clear about this, but when? You always tell me." Mary frowned at him.

"Today or tomorrow."

Once again the Lieutenant threw out an unacceptable answer.

"It's too fast."

"So we have to make decisions faster, otherwise we can't save the people in the car."

"I'll take you there." Mary made up her mind: "Have you notified the General Public Security Bureau? You must have their help to notify the train to stop."

"I have asked someone to notify, and I hope the reply there will be faster."

Clayton took a sip of his coffee, although the changes in him had made him no longer need the drink to pick him up, but the sweetness from the sugar still cheered him up.

"Let's go to the mine first and deal with some people who know where the refined whale oil that made the explosion is hidden."

"Just the two of us?" Mary asked uncertainly, and the way the other party answered had cast a shadow on her.

"I still have a few helpers who are ready to act. They are all people who live for themselves."

"You mean they have no morals and no shame."

"It's not that bad, but I haven't met them many times, so I can't make a fair evaluation." Clayton put down his coffee and stood up from his seat: "Do you need to ask your boss for leave? It's still you working hours."

Mary also got up: "No, I will explain to him later."

They left the café, and Mary didn't even bring her gun to hurry.

Clayton took her and Florentine and his party to meet at the train station, and then walked along the tracks to the forest.

He knew that if he wanted to stop the train carrying the strange things, he had to do something from the track, but it was not clear how far Athena was going to stop the train from the city. They couldn't walk along the track all night, Can't hold such a long distance.

"Stay away from me, don't come near me!"

Julius glared at other people, or something that wasn't human.Clayton and the other Darkborn backed away awkwardly, almost reaching the corner of the mine shaft, lest the witcher emblem vibrate again. The thing was partially charged by the mage, but it was not enough to last for an hour , and the time they really need this strange thing to function may be far longer than this, and it cannot be wasted.

Clayton stopped at the corner and turned around to estimate the distance between them and Julius. It was about fifty yards away, and the walls seemed to be able to absorb light. At the end of the corridor, he only saw the flames of an oil lamp. That's what I saw.

"The farthest is here. If we are too far apart, are you sure you can keep up?"

"I know how to find people, and I can find you no matter how far away." Julius shouted impatiently from the other side.

Clayton didn't know how to spell, so he hesitated for a few seconds before deciding to let him go free.

Soon, he lost all information about Julius.

Mary took them to this mine, where the mines were dark and deep, and they needed to bring their own oil lamps for lighting.

It is a very novel experience for darkborn with dark vision like Clayton and Barbara, but others will feel dizzy due to the dim visual environment, except for Falentin, he is very familiar with the state of dizziness very adaptable.

But this is just an exception. In the ground, this dull state of not seeing the sun has cast a layer of haze on their mood.

Before they got to their current location, no one here came out to inform them that they were there, or told them that they had gone wrong and broke into the territory of a gang that was not easy to mess with.

If it weren't for the fact that there were a lot of strangers here, Clayton would have thought that Mary had brought them to the wrong place.

But just because he can understand it doesn't mean others can understand it.

Barbara made a weak voice at the end of the line: "Is this usually like this here? I don't see anyone else besides us."

Mary stopped and looked back seriously at Barbara, who stopped talking and looked nervous.

If it had been a man leading them, Barbara would probably have no doubts, but Marie Etta acted more like a man than most men, even though she was a woman. He regretted his words, his eyes faltered and he dared not look directly at the other party.

But in fact, Mary didn't mean to blame when she put on that serious expression, she was just thinking carefully.

"I seldom came here before, and I didn't come again after I became a sheriff, so I really don't know anything about the current situation here. However, the trading point of the black market should not change, and there must be people there."

The magistrate is only responsible for the order within the city. The mine black market is located outside the city, and all the conflicts in it are also confined to the outside of the city. It will not disturb the residents in the parish, and it can relieve the pressure of some vagrants who have nowhere to go. So there is no Touched the sheriff's nerve.

Clayton frowned, he had to remind her not to focus on unnecessary things.

"We just need to find the Gray Hats, go ahead, don't stay here."

Mary thought he was right, so she didn't think about it any further, and continued to lead them along the corridor, constantly choosing left and right among the many branching passages.

As they went deeper into the mine, they gradually saw the traces left by human life. The discarded garbage and food scraps piled up in the corner made them feel at ease, which showed that they were on the right path.

But at the end of the line, Barbara's expression became more and more abnormal.

puff.

Among the many criss-crossing corridors, a strange vibration was transmitted along the walls of the artificial well.

A small stone fell from the top of his head and hit Clayton on the head.

"It smells like blood here."

Once again Barbara stopped the procession, her green eyes fixed on the darkness at the end of the passage with a desire to believe it was true.

Clayton took a deep breath, carefully discerning the smell in the air.

Barbara was right, he also smelled gunpowder smoke, but not blood.

This may be because vampires are more sensitive to the smell of blood than he is.

"Check your weapons, but don't shoot until it's an emergency. Try to use a knife to solve it first. The walls here are very hard for reinforcement. The projectiles shot out may hurt us after reflection."

They stopped for a while, rechecked the status of the weapons, and put the melee weapons in a position suitable for drawing.

Florentine carried no such weapon, but he did not need it either.

"Falentine," Clayton called to him, but found he had nothing to order.

The power of the damned is not needed yet.

They must first grasp the information of the group fighting in the mine. Hearing is an important part of the means. Losing their voice will certainly allow them to act concealed, but it will also reduce the channels for them to obtain information.

"I'm always here. If you need me later, just call my name."

Creighton was a little relieved that the guy who couldn't sleep was surprisingly reliable.

At this moment, they heard a shrill scream at the same time. The sound echoed underground and passed through the thick rocks and logs in all directions. They couldn't distinguish the location of the sound source. The dim environment is like being in the seven hells in the Baijiao mythology, and here someone is being tortured by the devil.

"You can't do this! I used to be like you! Spare me! Spare me"

boom!
There was another gunshot, and the sound fell silent.

　Yang Kang is healthy, but people are weak, and the skill level of staying up late writing -1
　　
　
(End of this chapter)