The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 108 Captured on the spot
All the way to the destination, Bruno sighed for his exposure time and time again.

"...No wonder you didn't let your companions follow." After letting Clayton get off the ground first, he also got off his horse muttering, and each took off the silver star badge on his chest and put it in his pocket.

Having done so, Clayton patted the non-existent dust on the coat, smoothed out the wrinkles, and unhooked the lantern from the saddle.

"I didn't let them go for that reason."

Bruno was immediately interested and said, "I guess, it's out of love for your companions?"

The lieutenant immediately denied the inquiry: "Don't be so disgusting in your wording. It's just a matter of efficiency. They stayed up all night and lost their minds. They can't do anything in this situation. A good soldier is quality not quantity."

After speaking, he turned his head and glanced. The hunter's hut mentioned by Bruno was in the woods not far away. He could see the dark roof leaking from the gaps in the branches and leaves, and the faint flame red behind the window. Light.

Someone was inside, which was why they didn't get close enough to dismount.

Ninety yards away, the blades of grass and trees absorb their sound like cotton absorbs water, but not any closer.

Right now there is a problem.

"I don't think the hut should be so big." Clayton offered his opinion sincerely.

The house seemed to occupy at least ninety square meters of land. Although it wasn't that big in the city, it was enough to accommodate twenty people.

Bruno carried a long rifle on his back, and walked in front with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

"It's just a cover, and few people usually care about it. By the way, how many guns did you bring? Should there be enough bullets?"

"You just remembered to ask me now?" Clayton followed behind. Hearing this, he took out the revolver, inspected the magazine, made sure that there was a bullet in each hole, and stuffed it back into his waist In the holster: "I just have a revolver, and the bullets in the magazine are enough for one round."

"How about you go ahead, I also want to see the heroic figure of Luo Lun." The detective joked.

"Shut up you!"

Creighton cursed with a smile, but still walked ahead.

It's a pity to say it, but his current image is more suited to dealing with those criminals.

The tall stature, the thick beard, and the scars on the face that have not healed after being scratched by silverware all prove the man's violent past and aggressive nature.

He didn't knock on the door, but rushed in directly, and saw the layout of the room clearly the moment he entered.

There were five men sitting on the carpet in the house, two were smoking, two were sleeping, and one was cooking on the stove, probably their breakfast.

There are shovels, saws, and an old shotgun that doesn't know whether it can be fired on the wall.But having said that, these men may not be sure what weapons they are carrying, and it is still worthy of Clayton's vigilance.

His knock on the door made them all get up, their faces tensed.

Clayton whistled at them. His demeanor was completely different from what he had shown to others on Lemon Street in the past. It was a kind of carelessness brought about by adept experience. Looming, it seems to be an outlaw, which makes the group of people nervous.

He sneered blatantly at the excitement of these people, poked his head into the pot and took a look, and then yelled out the door: "Albert, don't fucking think about the goods, there is something to eat here !"

After he finished shouting, he turned his head and grinned at the chef: "We have money, so we don't want your soup for nothing."

After speaking, he found a seat in the back and sat down.

The cook nodded numbly.

"The soup is not ready yet, you have to wait a little longer."

Although the scarred man said that he would give money, this set of style and temperament cannot be maintained without the experience of often going to other people's places to eat and drink for nothing.

In fact it is.

Hearing Clayton's call, Bruno bowed his waist and ran into the door cautiously, pressing the hat all the way, as if he was afraid that it would fall off.

"dal-vagoo, hisie ela."

Seeing no familiar face in the house, he said "Yes, sir" in Tallinn, anchoring his character in this improvisation.

With such a cowed posture, even with a rifle on his back, he didn't look threatening.

"Stupid thing, this sentence has to be said in Dornish." Clayton sneered and cursed.

"Okay, boss."

Bruno stammered that he sounded as good at Dornish as a two-year-old.

If it is not a family business, the smugglers prefer to use foreigners who do not understand Dorne as their followers, and these guys who cannot make a living in a foreign land without them are barely loyal.

They want to test the identity of the people here.

If you happen to pass by here, scare them away so that the search for the cellar will be left undisturbed later.If it's a gang member, then they go straight to it.

They all sat down, like everyone else.

Clayton stared at the pot, while the detective looked around with feigned curiosity. He noticed that there was still fresh, moist dirt on the shovel on the wall. They had exchanged intelligence before, and it was clear that this meant that there was indeed dust in the house. The hat gang came to plant the explosives.

Bruno does have vague ties to the Gray Hats, but not everyone knows him.

The recent wave of unemployment has allowed the gang to absorb a lot of new blood.

As Bruno peered at the wall, Creighton caught in the corner of his eye two men exchanging glances uncomfortably.

"Two friends, are you expressing love with your eyes?" The lieutenant said directly, making this small gesture public, and showing an expression of extreme contempt.

The two people were taken aback, and the older one coughed a few times: "Of course not, we were just fighting over the previous quarrel and didn't want to talk."

The young one also nodded: "That's true."

As soon as they opened their mouths, Clayton recognized that these were the two men the Gray Hats had gone to dig.

But he did not act immediately because the other three were also suspected.

The standard canned refined whale oil is very heavy. It is impossible for the two of them to bring the whale oil here. It must have been transported here in advance, and maybe someone was sent to guard it.

So he looked at the cook: "Don't you guys belong to the same group, why don't you persuade them?"

The cook showed an embarrassed expression.

"we are not."

"Forget it, when is the soup ready?" Clayton interrupted him, tapping the rug with a spoon that came along.

The cook took a spoonful from the pot to taste, then put the long spoon back into the pot and continued stirring.

"Soon, it won't take a few minutes."

"That's still a while." The lieutenant pondered for a moment, and said to Bruno, "Albert, you should move the goods here first, as much as you have, and don't worry about the carriage with its wheels sunk in the dirt. By the way, Do you still have room in the cellar?"

Speaking of the second half of the sentence, he looked at the other two people who had nothing to do.

The two were smoking, and they were stunned for a moment after being stared at. They couldn't remember that they had seen this man before.One of them took the cigarette out of his mouth and replied, "Even ten seals can fit here."

The other frowned, but ultimately said nothing.

Clayton breathed a sigh of relief, and urged: "Albert, hurry up and go to work, don't let your lazy butt stick to the blanket anymore! Remember, you can move as much as you can."

"dal-vagoo." Bruno replied in trepidation, grabbed his hat and stood up, walked a few steps towards the door, and seemed to remember that he didn't take his rifle, so he turned back and bent down to pick it up.

After this, everyone lost interest in him and stopped paying attention to his actions.

Bruno staggered towards the door again. When he passed the other people sitting, he suddenly grabbed the barrel of the rifle, rounded his arms and smashed the butt of the rifle on the head of one person, knocking him unconscious, and then A forward kick pressed the other person's upper body to the ground, and the next second pointed the gun at the third person.

Almost at the same time as he made his move, Clayton also jumped up from the ground, threw down one person and at the same time pulled out the revolver with his right hand, aiming at the chef who was still holding a long spoon.

In less than five seconds, the five people in the hut were already under their control.

"The soup is really not good yet."

The cook raised his hands in horror, and the spoon fell from his hands.

"Don't worry about it, we'll have soup later." Clayton said with a smile.

Bruno laughed too, and stepped on a hand that was trying to reach for the gun, causing the latter to let out a scream.

(End of this chapter)