The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 109 It's Not Too Late
They tied up all the people in the hut, using the ropes on the people themselves, quickly and efficiently.

Bruenor released his hands from the knots of the last man's hands, picked up his own lantern, kicked a corner of the carpet hastily, and grasped the pull ring underneath to reveal the cellar entrance.

When he climbed in, Clayton shouted from above: "Did you see refined whale oil?"

A vague voice came from below the cellar: "Yes, there are whale oil tanks. I saw quite a few, but they are piled up together, and I can't count them. You'd better come down and count them yourself."

Bruno quickly climbed up again, a booklet in his hand.

"What did you take?" Clayton looked at the thing suspiciously. He still doesn't know what Bruno came here for.

Bruenor waved the blank-covered booklet in front of his face, but quickly pulled it away, turning his attention to the humming fellows.

"Just a list of the gang's stored records, perfect for the jerk who threatens to betray me."

Clayton turned his head and muttered, and then turned around: "Actually, it's unnecessary. The people who betrayed you are probably dead."

Bruno turned quickly and opened his mouth wide.

"All the Gray Hats are dead?"

Now, the gang members lying on the ground fell silent, waiting for Clayton's reply.

"Unfortunately, they are all dead." Clayton shrugged: "I went to your stronghold in advance for investigation, and found that your people had all moved away, and then I learned that there was another outbreak in the abandoned mine that you used as the second base. There was a fierce battle. Now, apart from these few, and the thugs they left near your residence before, there should not be many others."

"That's a big gang with more than 50 people, it's crazy!" Bruno said, his face almost lost color.

But at the same time, he didn't let go of the list in his hand.

"Think about it, someone has avenged you."

"That's really good news."

Although Bruno answered in this way, his face did not change, and he was still pale.He was terrified to hear the news.

Even if the betrayal comes from the sincerity of the companion, it is not so terrible.

The Gray Hats aren't the only ones in the mine.

Usually there are a hundred people there to maintain the underground society, and occasionally even more than 300 people gather.

What kind of situation would require killing so many people?
He couldn't think of it.

Did the nightingales know about this?

"Does this matter need to be kept secret?" He asked considerately, which made Clayton startled, because Major Doron didn't particularly emphasize this matter.

"I think the person who did it probably wanted to keep it out of the public this week, but he didn't say that."

The corners of Bruno's mouth twitched. It was hard for him to imagine such a serious matter, and there are people who only want to hide it for a week—but it is true, because the situation is such that it cannot be hidden for a long time.

The youngest gang member on the ground struggled frantically when he heard the news, like a fish thrown ashore, his hands were bound, but his upper body was almost propped up by his two legs.

"It's impossible! They have guns to protect themselves, as well as the giant Roberts and the bald Rooney. Who can kill them?" The more he spoke, the more powerless he became, and finally fell down again.

Because who the murderer is, Clayton has just said.

It is "our" army.

If the military is involved, then the destruction of gangs is a matter of course, which is not difficult for the military.

Thinking of this, the gang members all looked depressed.

Get rid of the status of gang members, they can only go back to being ordinary workers, which is not a respectable status, and they can't often eat meat.

Clayton didn't care about this, he just told them: "It's still too late to start anew."

Attempting to blow up the railway is of course a serious crime, but this has not yet been implemented. According to the law, they will still have to come out to live after being locked up for two or three months.

"Now tell me, where is the pit you dug?"

Clayton intends to take this opportunity to extinguish all hidden dangers. There must be no hollow pits in the underground of the railway. That is also a dangerous factor affecting the operation of the train, and it is only a little safer than burying explosives underneath.

The two men who had been sent to dig the pit shook their heads.

"Don't lie in front of me. In the past few days, you can't even dig a hole."

"It can't be dug at all." The older gang member sighed: "That piece of ground is full of hard roots, and the shovel can't keep digging. We have changed several places. We are planning to bring a saw there today, and then you Here we come."

Clayton couldn't help but think of Grogne.

If it is Lin Jing's extraordinary ability, this can be explained.The Council of Elders has always attached great importance to trade. Maybe the old man planted forests here not only to improve the air, but also to protect the railway.

Having such a phenomenon saved him a lot of effort.

He thought for a while and said to Bruno, "Look at them, I'll go down and count the lost property."

Bruno nodded.

Clayton took the lantern and descended the wide staircase to the cellar.

In the firelight, standard cans of refined whale oil with mineral fluorescers glowed.

They are piled up in the corner at the end, and the cans are stacked vertically together very regularly, and there are thin wires tied around to fix them, round after round, to prevent these dangerous things from being accidentally knocked down and causing an explosion.

Whale oil, a harmless and stable raw material, can cause innumerable harms in no time at the hands of human beings.

He moved the cans and counted the upper and lower layers of goods, and he was relieved to confirm that the number of cans here was the same as that lost at the Weissand Weaving Factory.

"Clayton!"

Suddenly there was a shout from above his head, and he instantly recognized Bruno's anxious voice.

Then came the sound of rapid gunshots and physical collisions, as if another battle had begun.

what happened above?
Could it be that those gang members have support again?
Clayton suddenly raised his heart, his cheeks were almost growing wolf hair due to tension, but now he was holding refined whale oil that was prone to explosion due to vibration, so he had to slow down and put the can on the ground Only then rushed up.

Only at this time, the fierce fighting had stopped.

Bruno was leaning on his long rifle panting, holding a dagger that was still bleeding in his left hand. On the ground was a flintlock gun that had just been fired and was still smoking, while other gang members formed a circle, all collapsed. in a pool of blood.

"They saw that I was alone, and they wanted to gang up on me and take my gun. Heh," he said, panting. "I have no choice"

Clayton looked at the corpses, their hands were still tied with ropes, and they couldn't break free, so he couldn't help frowning.

"Perhaps you should hold back a little more."

"I can't do it, my physical strength is not as good as before." Bruno said helplessly. "The first few blows have made me so tired that I can't restrain myself from doing it. If they take my weapon away and block the entrance to the cellar, you will be in danger."

Too tired, but still able to kill five people in ten seconds.

Clayton narrowed his eyes, not sure if it was a brief burst of energy or if the other party was lying.

But even if Bruno was lying, he couldn't find a motive for doing so.In his opinion, the gang members here have long since lost their attention.

"Bruno, sometimes I suspect that getting to know you is something worth regretting, but there are always new situations that make me overturn this point of view." He stared at Bruno's face, but when he said this, he swallowed his breath, Did not continue.

The detective's eyes flickered and he didn't defend himself in the end.

The railroad business finally came to an end, and Clayton could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

But the wonder that Spider-Priest needed was still his goal.

He began to pay close attention to the connection between the railway station platforms, so he did not hesitate to ask a noble friend among his long-term customers to intervene in this matter-in the name of commercial operations.

Because of the behavior of the gray hat gang and the remaining evidence, the Sasha City Public Security Department contacted the train transfer center [-] kilometers away from here, delaying all the train schedules passing through Sasha City for three days, so that they can re-evaluate and check the tracks The security risks in the surrounding area bought a lot of time for Clayton's plan.

The lieutenant asked the client of some status to relay a message to the transit center.

He spoke in the name of Athena Brugge, falsely claiming that he was worried about the safety of his cargo because of the recent situation in Sasha City, thinking that the originally hired Hook detective was not enough to take on the important task of guarding, but he didn't know himself Therefore, I asked the transshipment center to help investigate. If those couriers are found, tell them to keep the goods in the transshipment center for safekeeping. The new security personnel will start from Sasha City to replace the position of Detective Hook.

Moreover, the contents of that batch of goods need to be kept confidential. In order for the staff of the transshipment center not to get to the bottom of it, Ms. Berruger is willing to pay more money to silence their mouths.

By carrier pigeon, the message was sent quickly.

In this way, even though Athena Brugge herself has all kinds of unpredictable extraordinary abilities and masters evil black magic, she has no way to get the goods faster than Clayton.

Clayton is very proud of this.

Spider-priest manipulates people with black magic, and he can do the same with money and friends.

This is the powerful power brought by social credit.

While waiting for the good news from the transfer center, he flipped through the book Tritis sent in his home and compared it with the book sent by Aureli Blanco, verifying the difficulty he encountered in transforming.

When he was bored, he asked the landlady's maid to make a pot of tea and bake some biscuits, and then took the food to share with Clara in the study, and socialized the little girl with only her head left. .

Everything is developing in an orderly manner.

It wasn't until the third day that the railway tracks were blocked that a colleague he didn't know in the Public Security Department came to the door.

(End of this chapter)