The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 102 Massacre
After a gunshot, the wailing stopped abruptly.

Everyone's nerves tensed up and their breathing slowed down.

Clayton led the team to move forward slowly against the wall, and they had to look around the corner before moving on.

They are not very familiar with the underground area here, if the party that shoots is malicious towards them and at the same time has the initiative, then they can hardly fight back.

In this intertwined and complicated underground passage, no one knows how many connection points there will be.

The artificial passage here has been reinforced in the later stage, and a large amount of wood has been processed into a bracket to hold the whole body composed of mud and stones, and a layer of paint for unknown purpose has been painted on the outside.The height of the dome is not too high, Clayton can hit it with a little jump, but this height also proves that this place does not belong to the history of dwarves.

Some iron tracks emerged from the dirt, but more were buried, which reminded Creighton of the consequences of their failure to prevent the train from exploding.

The metal wheels of the overturned mine cart were removed, and the soil adhering to the surface condensed into hard lumps, as if it were a whole model made of soil.

The history of this mine may be older than the city of Sasha.

Before the advent of the industrial age praised by scholars, the underground operations here were in full swing. In the era of rapid technological advancement, it was abandoned here because the past development technology could not keep up with the many safety hazards created by the times.

At the fourth choice fork in the road, Creighton finally saw blood.

A large amount of blood was spread on the ground, and the crimson blood seeped into the soil and was assimilated into another dark color that was hard to discern.

Someone ran from here after being injured, and fled to a deeper place. I don't know if it has anything to do with the screaming man before.

Although there is poisonous gas deep in the mine that is flammable when it encounters a fire, under the management of these wanderers for many years, the poisonous gas has been properly sealed, otherwise there would not be so many people living here.

However, this also led to people with malicious intent being able to shoot unscrupulously here.

The line stopped again.

There are four entrances in front of her. Marie Aita stayed where she was, recalling the experience of coming here many years ago. It has been a long time. Even though she came here a few times, there were people who led the way.

"It's right in front, I can smell it." Barbara spoke again, excitement and fear in her tone, she pointed to one of the entrances, her voice erratic. "In that deep place, more than one person was injured, there were more than a dozen, even dozens"

It was the first time she encountered an environment where so many people were bleeding, and the vampire was as excited as a mouse running into the kitchen.

"Enough, your reminder had better be brief."

Clayton frowned and interrupted her. This way of speaking really affected morale.

Dozens of people were injured?
How many people are there in this mine hideout?
Suddenly, they heard another voice, almost close at hand.

Everyone held their breath for an instant.

The speaker was only separated from them by a wall, and the voice was very clear.

"Report sir, the settlement area has been cleared."

Another person replied: "Very well, that's the end of today, Barron, you go and relax too, and we'll go back to the city after you've collected all your valuables."

"So, sir, when can we lift Prohibition?"

"Stupid ass! Do you think that when I'm happy, I can empty my mind like you? Don't even think about it. With your mouths that you can't shut up after drinking horse urine, the prohibition will last at least another month. Give me now Fuck off, don't make me suddenly remember how to kick your ass!"

The voice that added swear words to the answer was somewhat familiar, and they recognized that it was the officer who had summoned them for questioning.

"It's Major Doron."

Clayton breathed a sigh of relief, then there was nothing to worry about.

He knocked on the wall: "Major Doron, is that you? I'm here."

Before he could finish his sentence, there was a sudden noise from behind the wall, followed by Major Doron's angry voice again.

"Idiot, turn off that light for me! How long do you think it can last, it's all deducted from military expenses!"

Similar concerns had arisen not long ago, and Clayton could sympathize with them, but he also had some misgivings.

The major came out of the hole Barbara pointed out with four soldiers and a man who seemed to be a priest. They all carried oil lamps. Only one soldier carried two lamps, and the extinguished lamp was in his hand. , and another oil lamp that is working normally is hung on the waist.

Clayton could tell at a glance that the lamp was a strange thing that could illuminate the darkin in the interrogation room. However, although the style was the same, the details were different.

This thing is a mass product.

He was surprised, but soon took it for granted.

The Kingdom of Dorne is a very powerful country, setbacks are occasional, preparations are always in progress.

"Belen? Bello? Or Boren? Who knows what your name is? It's fine. Anyway, what are you doing here?" The major lost his temper when he tried to pronounce Clayton's name but failed. .

"I'm here as a sheriff this time to investigate. Some criminals are planning a vicious incident that endangers public safety."

Clayton read his lines solemnly, looking behind the major, but it was pitch black, and his darkvision was useless.

"Criminal? Ha!"

The major glanced back at the soldiers under him, and turned his anger into a smile, and the soldiers also laughed, only the priest remained silent, muttering something in a low voice.

"There are no more criminals here." Major Doron said with a smile: "Except for my people and you, no one in this underground space can breathe. Just now, we have cleaned up the entire mine. Next You have to come earlier this time."

The werewolf could almost smell blood in his understated tone.

Before there was any news in the city, a massacre was over.

Barbara was right.

Clayton was silent, and Barbara stepped back behind Florentine, trying to block herself with their bodies, so that the soldiers could not see her.

Marie Aita took a step forward with her eyes wide open: "Who gave you the order to kill the people here?! They are all citizens of the kingdom. Even if they commit a crime, they must be tried before execution."

This confrontation made the atmosphere even more tense, but for the sake of her youth and beauty, the major didn't mind having a few more words with her.

"I thought you could understand. My soldiers and I defend our country in our own way, but we still suffer groundless accusations. Such a group of criminals gather here, here" he pointed his right hand upwards, and then reacted here I couldn't see the sky, so I had to put down my hand resentfully, and then said the word: ".Special moment. If such a complex terrain cannot be handled properly, how many strange things do you think will occupy this place? We can't repeat it over and over again. Wasting time here and there. And the group of idle thugs who neither agree to let this place out nor pay for the safety of the city. If such a group of people have got weird powers because of their shit luck, is it good for the city? No threat? They're close at hand, someone has to do it. Not us, the monsters born in the forest will do it too."

Major Doron's defense was almost beyond reproach, and no one could find fault with it.

Mary was also speechless for a while, unable to speak.

"Enough, we didn't come here to deal with this matter." Clayton said, and he looked at the major with a sullen face: "Are the Gray Hats here?"

"Of course they're stacking together."

Clayton's breathing became heavy, and he continued to ask: "Then have you seen piles of refined whale oil here?"

"No, who smuggled this stuff?"

The major's astonishment did not seem to be feigned, nor was there any need to.

Refined whale oil is an industrial product that can be purchased legally, and it is neither profitable nor necessary to smuggle it.

People who can't even afford refined whale oil will certainly not be equipped with whale oil generators.

"Okay, let's stop talking here. Don't go any further. My people are cleaning up here. After that, this area will also be sealed. It will not be possible to reopen the mine until a few years later. Normal development. "

Clayton said coldly: "Great, you'd better look forward to the fact that you didn't find that batch of whale oil. They were stolen as raw materials for explosives and might be used today or tomorrow. Originally, we It is possible to know where they will be used, and now you have killed the people who planned the bombing, and the whale oil is gone. Maybe tomorrow morning, the residents of this city can hear that sound together at breakfast Explosions, as an appetizer for a boring life."

Major Doron had no choice but to become serious, he pursed his lips, and his eyes slid hesitantly across Clayton's face, wanting to know whether this was the truth or a lie fabricated by the other party in order to enter the depths of the mine.

The answer is of course yes, the major failed to find a flaw, so he could only give in.

"Damn it." He cursed. "Go in, you guys, but don't touch anything else. Barron, you go with them and remind the others to turn off the lights. I'm not talking about ordinary oil lamps."

The soldier with two lamps responded reluctantly.

Because of this errand, he will definitely not be able to collect the loot, and he only hopes to be compensated later.

The major looked back at Clayton again: "He is walking with you, but he can only walk in front of you."

"I agree."

Clayton thought for a while, and added: "There is another member of the sheriff behind. He is a man with long hair. If you want to go out, you may meet him. Don't hurt him by mistake."

"I won't go out until my men regroup." The major said impatiently, "It's good for us to finish your business and get out."

Clayton looked at the lamp carried by the soldier named Doron, and seemed to understand something.

(End of this chapter)