The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 392 Water Raid
When Clayton Bello's blood was injected into the sick woman's body, he clearly felt that he had lost something permanently, and he became weaker.

But this was not a ritual of sharing wolf blood.

If this woman were to accept the wolf's blood, she would definitely not survive the day due to her weakness.

What Clayton gave her through the magic item was just some of the werewolf's characteristics and spirit - temporarily. Even so, he paid a considerable price. As a weak human being, she still had to take a considerable risk to accept these gifts.

The children gathered around their mother, waiting for the results with concern.

Just half a minute after the werewolf blood was injected, the woman exhaled heavily, and then gasped violently like a horse hit by a lead bullet in the chest. This was considered an improvement, because before that she looked more like a dead person.

"Feed her food," Clayton said.

Over the next period of time, the woman will gain extraordinary digestive ability, and consuming enough food will help her become stronger.

In many cases, people do not need to know what disease they have in order to take the right medicine. As long as they have good nutrition and rest, most of the problems in the body will disappear. This is what Clayton learned in the field hospital.

The oldest boy scooped whale meat from the can with a spoon and stuffed the already soft fat and meat into his mother's mouth.

Maybe it was the instinct for survival, or maybe it was some special property of werewolf blood. Even though she hadn't regained consciousness, the woman was still swallowing food in big gulps. If she continued like this, it would only be a matter of time before she got better.

Clayton walked out the door and stopped looking at the scene. He was still wearing ill-fitting clothes until he got to the bridge.

Although simple, the houses by the river are better than those on Cutthroat Road. They are lined up on the gray embankment. Looking down from here, the dark river is long and silent, like a black ice layer. Only when you get close can you discover its amazing flow speed.

The fetid wind swept across the water. The terrible pollution did not end everything. Except for the occasional bubbles of life that emerged in the water, there were still some trees on the opposite shore that stubbornly survived and stood there like scarecrows.

Perhaps before this place was polluted, residents could see beautiful scenery that was pleasing to the body and mind every time they went out.

Several dark steam cargo ships fueled by coal rumbled across the water, tearing and dismembering the static picture in front of them.

"Huff--" Clayton Bello sneezed in a strange way.

He is sick too.

His reflexes decreased, his vision and sense of smell became poor, and he had a damn high fever. All these reactions appeared on him at once.

Unlike that woman, his illness could not be cured by eating. In addition to excessive blood loss and a night of cold, it also included excessive curses and heavy metal toxins. He himself did not know how to solve it. Perhaps he needed a doctor who had knowledge of the mysticism to deal with it.

But Julius was gone.

Oh shit.

He is so ill that he has lost the passion to even swear.

"Thank you, sir, you saved my mother."

The childish voice frightened Clayton. His eardrum had just grown and his hearing had not yet recovered. And by the river, his sense of smell was almost nonexistent, so he didn't even notice the boy walking behind him.

"What's your name?"

“I’m Joseph,” the child introduced himself.

Clayton opened his mouth, but his hidden vigilance prevented him from immediately giving his real name. When he realized what was happening, he couldn't help but feel ashamed of himself.

"You can just call me 'businessman'."

He couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth when he said this. It was really funny that a businessman who had nothing and didn't even own his clothes was really funny.

I really want to kill something.

"Boy, you saved my life, I should have repaid you more, but as you can see, I am penniless now. If you want to make a wish, now is not the time."

"No, sir, I just came to say thank you," Joseph said honestly.

"After saying thank you, it's time to say goodbye," said Clayton.

"Are you leaving?"

"I have important things to do now. If everything goes well, I will have something good for you next time. You saved me once, so you deserve something." The werewolf was somewhat relieved. Joseph was manipulated by him at first, and then he stayed by his side to show him the way out of fear, so he didn't say anything to him. He didn't expect that after going on the Cutthroat Trail robbery together, this kid actually began to trust him and took the initiative to talk to him. This kind of courage is not common in such a young child.

But it is also possible that Joseph did not know what it meant to kill someone.

"You've saved my mother."

Clayton sighed, but didn't say what was in his heart - he felt that he was more valuable than the boy's mother.

Joseph did not understand his thoughts, but he did not say anything else.

"I wish you well."

Clayton shook his head. "Don't worry about me, kid. You should worry about yourself. Although your mother will get better, she can't work right away. Can you handle taking care of so many children by yourself?"

"I can handle it. You left me some money, and I have a brother and sister." The boy said, "They work the night shift and should be home soon."

Great, Clayton no longer had to worry about him.

After sending Joseph back inside, it was time for Clayton to think about himself.

He was going to go to Cutthroat Trail to get some more money, then take the train back to Sasha City as soon as possible and take revenge on the Black Claw Clan in his own way.

In terms of strength, he could not resist the werewolves, but in terms of political status, the Conleone family was just a small noble family that was not even recorded in the Blue Blood Book, and its relationship with the local church was not good.

Clayton had been a mid-level officer in the Hussars, had some trustworthy friends, and was able to mobilize a certain amount of political power.

If there were a few nobles willing to vouch for him, he would be able to make the Conleone family suffer.

Just as he was thinking this, he saw a motor boat with the wolf head emblem of the Conriona family sprayed on it appear from the right side of the river. It passed through the waterway silently, with a yellow tarpaulin covering the rear end. Including the driver, four of Lind's men who he had seen at the Berdalabik dock area were sitting on the boat, with two shotguns leaning against the seats.

The crew members were wearing dark wool sweaters stained with oil, and their eyes were constantly scanning the water.

They hadn't spotted Clayton yet, but they would find him in a few seconds.

Without thinking, Clayton immediately knew that they were here to look for his and Lavine's bodies, but this group of people would definitely be disappointed and die here. He had to work harder.

The smell from the river obscured the entire neighborhood, and was certainly enough to hide Clayton from the other werewolves, but his movements on the street did not go unnoticed, and it was only a matter of time before the Black Claw clan found out he was still alive.

Clayton had no business fighting the enemy, but he had been seen with Joseph, and the matter might involve the child.

He lowered his body, turned his back to the boat, and pressed toward the other side of the bridge.

The ship of the Konglione family turned along the direction of the water flow and was passing under the bridge. A layer of fishing net from nowhere covered the bow of the ship. Although it was quickly broken, it also caused the hull to tilt. The crew members began to grumble as they tried to divert their attention.

When the bow of the boat passed through the bridge hole, Clayton flipped over the railing, fell straight down, and stepped heavily on the bow of the boat.

Peng!
The heavy weight pushed the bow of the boat down suddenly, and the bodies of the crew members swayed with the bumps. They were all surprised by such frequent accidents and instinctively tried to grab things around them to maintain their balance.

The crew member in the co-pilot seat realized that the person coming was an enemy faster than anyone else. Being in the front row, he already had his shotgun in his hand. When his upper body crashed into the dashboard and chassis due to inertia, he immediately held the shotgun with both hands and tilted it across his chest, blocking the chassis in front of him to prevent his body from leaning forward, so as to avoid getting a stitch in the side by hitting his chest.

He managed to steady himself, and then immediately turned the muzzle of his gun to aim at the enemy who had jumped onto the boat.

Clayton ignored the driver next to him. He kept his right foot on the bow and kicked the enemy who was ready to shoot with his left foot, hitting the barrel of the shotgun.

This immediately stopped the movement of the gun, and the leather shoe also pressed the tilted gun against the crew member's chest, nailing him to the seat. The sudden violence also broke the crew member's finger that was holding the trigger.

Without stopping for this small victory, the werewolf used the gun-wielding enemy as a stepping stone, kicked back with his right leg, and continued to move his upper body forward, passing through the middle of the two rows of seats. He then spread his hands to the left and right, and his sharp black nails encountered no resistance and cut straight into the eyeballs of the two crew members in the back row.

Screams and curses suddenly exploded under the bridge.

The ship swayed back and forth on the black water, causing ripples.

All this happened in just two seconds.

The driver finally reacted. He gave up his job, let go of the steering wheel, twisted his body, hugged Clayton's waist, and used his shoulders to push against the opponent's abdomen and squeezed forward. The crew member on the co-pilot also broke free at this moment. He ignored the pain in his right hand, and decisively twisted Clayton's left leg with his left arm that could still move. Together with his companions, they threw the enemy away and overturned him, with his back facing down on the bow.

This was so shocking that Clayton choked and vomited blood.

Injuries have affected his performance, and his condition is not as good as before, but even so, ordinary people cannot overthrow him. Now one of the two crew members who are still capable of fighting is a werewolf, but he is not carrying much curse and has not yet shown any alien characteristics. He also did not attend the dinner in the castle last night.

At the same time, seeing his face, the werewolf crew of the Conleone family realized the identity of this enemy.

He was ordered to recover the body, but he didn't expect to deal with a living werewolf.

Both sides realized that the situation was beyond their expectations.

It's a pity that they are unable to transform now and can only fight in human form.

The two crew members in the back row of the boat were still screaming and subconsciously covering their eyes, or waving their hands to ward off possible enemies.

The co-pilot ignored them and gave instructions to the driver.

"catch him."

Without any hesitation, the driver immediately left his seat, rushed forward to the bow and grabbed Clayton's right leg, intending to fix him there and not let go no matter how Clayton kicked.

At the same time, the co-pilot stood up from his seat, held his injured right arm horizontally, and placed the shotgun on it, aiming the muzzle at Clayton's raised upper body.
A great sense of crisis emerged from Clayton's heart. He roared wildly, stopped attacking with his left leg, and used his right leg to twist the driver's head and neck, using all his strength to pull the body in front of him.

boom!
The smoke dissipated from the muzzle of the gun, but the dead were not the real target.

The lead bullet pierced the driver's back and Clayton's left leg, and blood and flesh flew all over the bow.

Clayton gritted his teeth and raised his right leg to kick the driver's body towards the co-pilot. The lubrication of the blood saved him some strength. The co-pilot had no time to react before his companion's body, trailing a trail of blood, ran towards him head-on, with the head hitting him in the face. The huge impact force caused him to fall back into his seat, pinned under the body.

Without giving the enemy a chance to breathe, Clayton rushed after the sliding corpse.

The second collision made the roar brewing in the co-pilot's throat disappear. He wanted to push aside the bodies and fight the enemy face to face, but Clayton did not give him the chance.

One heavy punch after another hit the corpse's head. Behind the not-so-loud sound of the blows was a violent force that was transmitted downward through the hard skull, slowly killing the living person underneath.

At first there were muffled groans of pain from beneath the corpse, but when the corpse's head deformed and Clayton's fists began to tremble, there was no sound from below.

When he dealt with the two men in the front row, the two crew members in the back row still didn't know what was happening. They waved their hands and shouted at their companions to report the identity and location of the enemy.

Clayton was silent. With his violently trembling hands he pulled out the shotgun from under the bodies and shot them to death one by one with the butt of the rifle.

After doing all this, he endured the fatigue and blood loss, dragged his injured leg to throw the body in the front seat to the back seat, then stepped to the back seat, pulled the waterproof cloth tied to the stern forward to cover the body in the back seat, and finally returned to the driving seat to try to start the boat.

He will take the boat and the body to another place to reveal his whereabouts. With bigger problems, the Conleone family should no longer worry about the small problems here.

There aren't many people in the riverside area, and everyone here knows their limits. If they hear a fight, they won't come out to watch, which is good for keeping secrets.

Although a decision has been made, Clayton still hopes that no one will cause trouble in the short term. He is really tired.

When the battle was over, his eyes went dark and his whole body felt deflated. Even the hunger brought on by his werewolf nature could not cover up his exhaustion at the moment. His desire to vomit was stronger than eating.

If there was anything he needed urgently, it was to go to a place that was absolutely safe and have a good sleep.

There were some canned fish in the cabinet under the dashboard, so he could eat normal food before going to bed. This was one of the few things that made Clayton happy during this period.

Carefully turning the bow, Clayton turned the steering wheel, and the boat full of corpses turned back to the original waterway. He saw a small figure standing on the embankment on the right.

That was Joseph.

He looked at Clayton nervously, as if he had watched the whole thing.

Clayton stopped the boat at the nearest position and looked up at the boy. He did not run away, but stood there, waiting for Clayton to speak.

"Listen, if anyone asks you about what happened here, just say you were scared to death and all you saw was someone crawling out of the water and grabbing a boat to cross the river."

Clayton spat a mouthful of blood into the water, and without waiting for the other party to reply, he restarted the motor and continued to move forward.

Joseph was stunned for a few seconds, nodded where he couldn't see, and then watched the small boat sail away for a distance and then head to the left of the river. It gradually accelerated and finally disappeared in the dark waters.