The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 382 Water Chase

The cargo ship's most important generator is piled in the cabin to prevent water from entering, while the fuel filling tank is fixed on a pillar behind the driving seat. The transparent outer wall of the whale oil tank allows the amount of fuel inside to be clearly seen at a glance.

There were barely any ripples on the viscous liquid, and the sound of the boat parting the water was silent, like listening to someone urinating through a wall.

The front of the boat had a tin roof to protect it from the wind and rain, making it look like an old slipper, with the Conriona family crest painted on the outside. The dark hull was filled with barrels and boxes, and a wooden rack filled with canned whale meat, which were supplies prepared for days on the water.

Julius originally wanted to rent those ships that looked relatively advanced, but he didn't expect them to be so expensive, so he could only choose the second best type of ship.

However, this cargo ship is still much faster than traditional boats that require oars.

The tall captain who was steering the boat - if a captain could be considered a captain when steering such a small boat - had his back hunched, his face almost pressed against the glass, concentrating on observing the water ahead. Various instrument panels were buzzing under the steering wheel on his chest, and dozens of pointers seemed to be turning around irregularly.

Julius was sitting on the ground behind the driver's seat, leaning against a wooden barrel, hugging his knees and drowsy.

Although he had no companions, now that he was on the ship, it would be difficult for him to encounter any other troubles on the way. At the current speed, he could reach Port Helet in two days.

When he returns to Sasha City, he won't have to worry about the impact of the mark. In addition to his father, he can also rely on his teacher - that lady is a student of the Soul Reaper in the Thirteen-member Council before the King. Although wizards from the colonies have stolen a lot of limelight before the King in recent years, Strass is still the most influential wizard sanctuary in the country.

Through this channel, he could report to the queen about the killing of the imperial envoy by the Weiodi people.

As long as he returns to Sasha City
Peng!
The hull suddenly shook, then tilted, and Julius rolled directly from the middle to the stern.

The sudden collision left him no time to react, and he couldn't see what caused the accident. Apart from the sound of debris falling to the ground, he could hear the captain's heart-wrenching roar.

"Fuck! My boat!"

Then there was the sound of the steering wheel turning suddenly, and the bow was pressed down again. Julius's action of standing up with the help of the edge of the boat was interrupted. He rolled again and returned to the position where he had just sat.

"Well, it's not a big deal." He muttered and got up, surprised to find that he was not angry.

"What happened?" he asked the captain.

The captain did not answer him, but lowered his head and operated the steering wheel with all his heart, but it was of no avail. There was another violent collision, and this time Julius stood firm. He held on to the wall next to him and saw the source of the collision through the empty strip window on the opposite iron wall.

A real speedboat was ramming them.

It also used a quieter electric motor as its driving force, and was smaller and faster than the cargo ship. The captain who rented the ship by Julius had tried hard to get rid of it, but the two collisions just now had damaged their ship and its speed was getting slower and slower.

The attacking enemy seemed to be very familiar with machinery, and two consecutive impacts directly broke the fuel pipeline built into the hull.

The milky whale oil with added fluorescent agent leaked into the black river water from the broken pipe at the stern, spreading like blood. Of course, the people on the ship could not see this, but they could see that the liquid level in the tank in the fuel filling tank began to drop at a speed visible to the naked eye. Julius widened his eyes, and he could even see a small pumping vortex inside.

The small boat did not hit the cargo ship again, but circled around it like a shark attracted by the smell of blood, waiting for the cargo ship to completely lose power.

What are the pirates in the river called? —Julius began to think about this question.

Since there was no way to run away, there was no point in being anxious. He understood this deeply and thought of something relaxing to adjust his mind so as not to be in a rush and unable to cast spells.

The cargo ship was getting slower and slower, like a wild beast that had lost too much blood and was no longer fierce.

"This special code is worse than burning a boiler!"

The captain slammed the dashboard, roared loudly, and put his hands back on the steering wheel, but this time he turned in the opposite direction.

Putting aside all concerns and with fearless determination and courage, the cargo ship turned around and rammed the unidentified speedboat.

But if determination and courage could accomplish everything, people would not say "this is a material world."

The already bleeding beast chased after it with all its might, but it could never catch up with the small and agile predator. It was always hovering a little in front of the cargo ship, but no matter how hard it chased it, it could not catch up.

And the ship's "bleed" is still flowing.

"Maybe we should save a little gas," suggested Julius.

As the speed slowed down, the hull became more stable and he was able to stand upright without any support.

Hearing his suggestion, the captain turned back and looked extremely angry: "There is plenty of whale oil stored on the ship, but if the ship is not repaired, the more we put in, the more it will leak!"

"Then let's wait here. No matter what they want, they will definitely send someone up to negotiate and get the things." "This is the damn Conleone family's ship!" The captain roared in response to Julius. After roaring, he reached into the box next to the driving seat, took out a double-barreled pistol, and walked to the stern while loading the gun.

Julius huddled down among the roped-off boxes, hoping they would serve as cover.

Finally, the cargo ship stopped, and the speedboat circled around it but did not stop. When it turned into a blind spot, the sound of breaking waves suddenly began to approach.

Julius and the captain's faces suddenly changed. They both thought of each other's purpose, but it was too late to make preparations.

What's more, they didn't know how to defend against such an attack.

carve----

The sound of metal deforming rang out continuously, and the cabin protection on the side of the cargo ship was broken. The speedboat's sharp bow, like a knife, cut through the outer protection made of iron sheets and wood at full speed and inserted into the cabin.

A hand reached in through the crack in the cabin.

Without hesitation, the captain fired two shots at the breach. Each of his bullets hit flesh. The first enemy who tried to board the ship stumbled a few steps out of the breach, then fell forward, forming a pool of blood under him.

Then a second hand appeared.

Not afraid of the threat of shooting, the new character followed his companion's footsteps without hesitation, but he had no respect for his companion who had just died. When he stepped into the cabin from the bow of the speedboat, his first step was on the body of his companion.

The man who came was staggering, his steps were like a drunk, his face was pale and covered with sweat, and he didn't look like he wanted them to fight. His eyes were not looking at them, but at somewhere in the void.

But if you look closely, you can see that he is extraordinary.

For example, the thin clothes on his body, his eyes emitting dim light, and the syringe inserted into his neck.
The unidentified person pressed the base of the syringe with his thumb, pushing the unknown liquid inside into the blood vessels. When the liquid inside was completely absorbed into his body, he pulled out the syringe and threw it aside.

"vomit--"

He suddenly retched, then trembled all over, tears and snot flowed down his face, and he looked extremely embarrassed. But his expression did not show any discomfort, instead he had a smile that best represented joy, as if he had entered paradise.

Seeing his performance, Julius and the captain did not relax, but instead shuddered at the same time.

"Key Group!"

If Strass is the most powerful wizard organization, then the Key Group is the craziest wizard organization. They are a mercenary group of all wizards. In this world, people who truly have complete wizard talents are very rare, but the Key Group has a way to "transform" wizards.

Those with incomplete talents can, with the help of this method, become wizards - temporarily.

This method is to inject hallucinogens.

The key to wizards' spellcasting is willpower and emotions, and hallucinogens can manipulate people's minds at will, pushing both of these keys to the extreme. Hallucinogens that are almost lethal to ordinary people can push their spellcasting abilities to the extreme.

Incomplete talents were also enhanced to the point where they could cast spells, and the power of wizards who already possessed complete talents could jump up half a level.

The price of power is madness and a rapidly shortened lifespan, but wizards who have inhaled large amounts of hallucinogens no longer care about this price. They can't even figure out whether everything they see is true or false, or whether they are dead or alive. They just want more hallucinogens to continue this wonderful experience.

Faced with these wizard mercenaries who were known for their madness, the captain no longer hesitated or worried. His body suddenly swelled up and transformed into a werewolf two sizes smaller than Clayton, pouncing on the enemy.

Julius didn't care to be surprised by the fact that the captain was a werewolf. He raised his hands and made a casting gesture, muttering something, preparing to use the most powerful spell to subdue the other party.

The wizard of the Key Group looked at the two people with his eyes, raised one hand slowly, and drew his fingers from left to right on the floor in front of him.

On the floor of the cabin, the line he had drawn suddenly changed.

The wood and iron sheets turned into soft wax. The heavy water pressure pressed on the bottom of the boat. Strips of wax were squeezed out from the joints. Driven by the wizard's magic power, the water that should have passed through the hole rushed into the cabin even more frantically. They rushed out from the long gap from bottom to top, forming a blade made of water, which hit the werewolf leaping in the air and also blocked Julius' sight.

As soon as his vision was blocked, Julius opened his spiritual awareness and continued to lock onto his opponent.

Even though his spellcasting power was inferior to that of his opponent, and even though the iron around him hindered his ability to perform, he believed that his combat wisdom was no less than that of a drug-taking madman.

Until three seconds later, Julius' confidence was broken by a third hand reaching out from the crack in the cabin.

There are other members of the Key Team!