The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 45 Refuse to negotiate
Clayton took Joe to the White Pigeon Square.

But this time, the square was empty, leaving only the sheds built by the soldiers, and a few homeless people burned newspapers in discarded whale oil barrels in the square to keep warm.

With a saw in one hand and a lantern in the other, Joe lit the face of a man who made a bush for his bed.

Clayton was more alert than during the day.

The Salvation Army men were gone.

He chose to bring Joe here at night just to guard against them.

"Lieutenant, you." Joe turned to look at Clayton, but immediately took two steps back in fright.

Clayton was dissatisfied with his actions: "What are you doing?"

Joe felt that his tone was okay, so he came closer and raised the lantern to shine on his face: "Lieutenant, you should really look in the mirror. Your pupils are as big as dead people now, and they are still shining."

"Then am I dead?" Clayton asked back, knowing that his body had mutated again.

After repeated practice of transforming, although the transformation speed is faster, the price is that more wolf characteristics will be revealed in human form.

Usually dilated pupils and fangs hidden in his mouth were nothing, but the horniness of his nails thickened, and the color began to gradually darken, more in line with the color of wolf claws.However, he has also come up with an excuse that "the finger was run over by the sofa when moving the furniture, causing the blood to linger for a long time".

"Not yet." Joe Mani shook his head.

He doesn't care about other people's hands, so this excuse doesn't work for him yet.

"Then it's not a big deal."

Clayton beckoned him across the alley to the dead end.

"I've heard that this place is like a haunted house." Looking at the dilapidated housing area, Joe suddenly remembered that when he was in Sasha City many years ago, he heard that some houses here would eat people.

"The houses that no one inherits will be taken away by the council for auction in the past ten years, but the houses here have been overdue for about 30 to [-] years and no one dares to come."

This haunted rumor should have continued to this day, otherwise the homeless people on the square would have smashed the glass of these unowned houses and broke in to rest.

"The ghost is gone."

Joe glanced at him: "How do you know?"

"There are many reasons, but they are complex to explain."

Clayton walked ahead and opened the door, but stopped at the door.

"what happened again?"

Joe felt that Clayton was a little nervous tonight, not as decisive as before.

"Joe, how much can you pay for money?"

Clayton asked him, smelling the smell of blood.

"Anything other than dignity, why are you asking that question?"

"Because you may meet someone from the Holy Grail Society later."

Joe gasped, he felt that it was really unwise to sneak out tonight to make money:

"You took refuge in them?"

"No, this is something I just discovered."

"Then go ahead." Joe said, "It's only two days since I discovered that it's no different for a man to be dead than to have no money."

50 pounds is indeed enough to buy a life in some areas.

"Don't worry, you will be resurrected soon."

The main entrance of the house of the Holy Grail Society is locked, so they still cannot go through the main entrance this time.

Clayton grabbed Joe with both hands, and threw him onto the balcony on the second floor with all his strength. However, under Joe's astonished gaze, he jumped off the wall more than three meters high with his palms hooked on the balcony railing and turned in.

"Were you this good before?"

"I've grown up again recently." Clayton said perfunctorily.

They went down from the second floor, this time the journey was quite different from his last time, all the doors he opened last time were closed again, re-constructing a prison-like atmosphere.The strong smell of blood strangely permeated only in the room, as if someone had set invisible restrictions on the doors and windows.

Not long after he took Haun away, someone came to see here immediately.

His wolf eyes glowed in the hallway, and his nose quickly sniffed for information in the air.

Joe followed with his lantern, not knowing what to do yet.

"Damn it, don't be there."

Clayton burst out something Joe couldn't understand, and then led him quickly to the entrance to the basement.

The smell of blood came from there.

He could be sure that it wasn't the smell of the placenta. This smell of blood didn't make him feel a big appetite, but reminded him of a specific person—the little officer of the Salvation Army who stood on the high platform and gave a speech.

"Come out, I know you're still inside!"

As he spoke, Clayton gestured for Joe to stand sideways and shoot any beings that came out of it with his revolver.

The feeling of the ground shaking doesn't lie.

The walls of the house were hollowed out by Haun's rats, and the vibration was amplified many times.

He could feel something being dragged in the basement.

Just after he shouted inside, the dragging sound suddenly disappeared, but no one answered.

Creighton didn't know what was inside, but he wasn't used to the enemy's thoughts.

He rushed to the dining room, turned a long, thick-topped table over, spilling filth, and dragged it back to the basement entrance, so quickly that Joe jumped out of the way of the sweep of the table, his brow still cold with sweat. Straight up.

Such strength as Joe had never seen in a man of Clayton's stature.

"Don't come out without talking."

Clayton pressed the table against the basement entrance, and ordered Joe, "Go get some nails."

The things inside refused to answer, so he completely sealed the entrance.

Even if there is still something to eat inside, it will definitely become more and more difficult to breathe, he can definitely wait a week before coming back to Kaifeng.

A piercing scratching sound came from the basement, accompanied by a huge thrust.

It's a pity that the original purpose of the Holy Grail Society to build the basement made them thicken the thickness of the floor. It is really difficult to break through violently.

Joe's eyes switched back and forth between him and the table, put away his gun and trot to find the family storage here, and then the sound in the basement stopped him again.

"Wait, I surrender."

This method restrains all mystification, even if there are any traps and ambushes, it will not be used.The person hiding inside finally couldn't hold back any longer, and shouted to them by knocking on the wooden board at the entrance. The voice was a young man.

"Shall I go get the nails again?" Joe whispered to Clayton.

"Nonsense, hurry up!"

Creighton shooed him away.

"I'm just a tramp, so I don't need to be so vigilant." The man in the basement emphasized loudly through two wooden boards. His tone was so sincere that it was hard not to believe him.

But Clayton had been in the basement before and knew what was in there.

If an ordinary homeless man saw that huge wriggling piece of meat, he would have already fucked his ass by now.

He stepped on the table, resisting the resistance of the basement pushing up: "I know what you are, let's talk openly, or you will die inside."

The people below were silent for a moment: "What do you want to know?"

"Why did you steal from me?"

The silence below was longer, and after a long time, there was a sound from below.

"Did you say the opposite?"

His words made Creighton conclude that he was not the one being hypnotized by the Spider-Priest, but another Holy Grail envoy.

But this may not be a big gain, just like the harpy who didn't know anything and was even forced to come, but she was also one of the special envoys of the Holy Grail Society.

"This house is legally unowned, and the contents inside of course belong to the first person to discover it later." Clayton told him frankly, this was the first time the lieutenant said this frankly.

Such contempt for legal principles made the people of the Holy Grail Society feel confused. Even the mysterious side has rules that should be followed.

"Who the hell are you to say such brazen things?"

"I am a Colonial Warrior of the Kingdom."

So everything became logical.

"You seem to have made a mistake. This is not a place where you can plant your own flag and claim to occupy it." The people in the basement suddenly became tough. "Your accomplice should have been brought under control by now. You will pay for the crime of blasphemy with death."

boom!
As if in response to what he said, a gunshot was heard upstairs.

Clayton yelled Joe's name, but got no response.

His face was serious, because he paid more attention to the source of the bloody smell and did not check other corners. This was his mistake as a commander.

"Suddenly I'm not in a hurry to come out. It's quite safe down there." The person in the basement said, hearing the sound, he retreated again.

The timely taunt ignited Creighton's manic desire to fight,

This time, Clayton did not choose to take drugs to suppress it.

Ignoring the other party's threat, Clayton lifted the table pressed against the entrance of the basement, took off his clothes and walked down the stairs. At the same time, his height and muscles swelled rapidly, his face distorted into a beast's head, and the black steel needle-like hair pierced the skin , tail hanging behind.

In just a few seconds, the body of a black werewolf with both a slender and a burly body appeared again, blocking the stairs from the basement.

"Then let me also experience the 'safety' here."

He opened his tawny glowing eyes, and raised his hand to wring the startled young man in the basement.

(End of this chapter)