The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 59 It takes a little patience to do things
Seeing that Faslag wanted to sit up, Clayton first gave him the butt of the gun, and then pressed the muzzle against his chest.

"Who made you do this?"

"I don't understand what you're talking about?" exclaimed the active cavalry officer angrily.

His horse stood up with difficulty, then abandoned its master and ran away on the flat road.

"Who asked you to take Lieutenant Charles's body part? Is it on you now, or where did you throw it?"

Clayton raised his boot and kicked him hard, but then he saw Fasslag's pupils suddenly dilated, and the expression on his face changed seamlessly, freezing in a ferocious expression.

"My legs, Mom!"

He hugged his legs, weeping and crying, and he was a different person than himself in the last second.

Clayton's heart was on fire, no matter how stupid a person is, he would know what happened.

He took a few steps back, turned around and looked around, while holding his gun on guard at all times.

This abandoned quarry is close to the outskirts of the city, and it is flat everywhere, and there is no way to hide people, which means that Athena is not here at all.

It is at least two kilometers away from the hospital.

It shows that once this ability to implant memory is activated, distance will not be a limit.

After figuring this out, Creighton looked at Faslag again.

We can't ignore this man, he is an active military officer anyway, if news of being attacked outside spreads, Clayton will be imprisoned for at least a month after paying the full fine.

This is a consequence he cannot accept.

Just when the werewolf was having a headache, he saw Faslag stopped crying, his expression froze, and he dragged his body on the gravel with his hands, leaving bloodstains.

He approached the fallen revolver little by little, slowly but firmly.

Out of the psychology of observation, Clayton did not stop immediately.

Having lost the opportunity and still injured, it was impossible for Fasslag to harm him with a gun.

He also wanted to see what the other party was going to do.

But before that, Clayton already had a guess in his mind.

Not surprisingly, he saw Fasslag raise the revolver and aim it at his temple in an awkward posture.

boom!
Clayton raised his hand and shot, knocking down the gun in Fasslag's hand. The huge impact may have broken a few fingers, but this kind of loss is insignificant in this emergency.

Fasslag fainted immediately when the gun was released.

"Suicide?" Clayton poohed.

This method is probably to blame, but since he is here, this method will not work.

Clayton squatted down and rummaged on Fasslag, but he couldn't find the original target.

So the goal changes.

He mentioned Faslag and walked back. After walking a few steps, he heard the man in his hand yelling in pain.

Faslag did not know where he got the strength to break free from the shackles of the werewolf, and then fell heavily to the ground.He scratched his face with both hands and rolled back and forth. Clayton saw the flesh on his face deform like melted wax, and his facial features shrunk to the center, forming a horrible vortex. He also gradually lost his voice.

An invisible force was tightening, and Faslag's head was sunken, showing a palm print with only four fingers like clay.

Those finger-like grooves gradually deepened, eventually tearing the entire skull apart.

After that, the headless corpse in the green military uniform finally stopped rolling, but the fingers were still grasping reflexively.

In just 15 seconds, a living person died due to an indescribable force.Clayton watched the whole process in silence, with the gun still in his hand, but felt a little powerless.

This kind of power is beyond his comprehension, let alone how to fight against it.

When does it work?What are the conditions for it to take effect?Does it currently only work on Faslag?
Can a werewolf stand against this force?

He doesn't know.

Clayton was caught off guard by the change in the situation. He had to go back and inform others of the incident and apply to the elders for more support.

As for this "other", it could even be the church.

He didn't care about Faslag anymore, he turned around and left quickly, trying to avoid that invisible thing.

Not long after Clayton left the quarry, an armed squad arrived.

There were seven guards, all wearing round felt hats, and carrying single-shot rifles or shotguns. They were all well-built, dark-skinned, with vigilant and confident faces.Their uniform black jackets had thick leather capes, and the words "Hooker's Detective Agency" on the back indicated their affiliation.

It was the first large-scale detective and security company in the country to develop cross-city business. It has a history of 50 years, and most of its members are veterans who are re-employed.

Whether it is security or violent suppression of strikes, he can perfectly complete the tasks, and he is a leader among armed detectives.

In the middle of them, there are two people who are enjoying the guard service.

It was a man and a woman.

Although the man was not short, he hunched his back, wrapped the lower half of his face tightly with a scarf, and the yellow hair under the hat was very eye-catching.

The woman's appearance is extraordinary, with blond hair and blue eyes, and she is much more calm than the male companions around her. Even a cheap blue legging skirt can wear an aristocratic look.

When they walked up to the corpse, the man's body trembled, and the voice came out distorted through the scarf: "Is this what they did, Athena?"

"Of course." The woman said respectfully, but only she knew how much of it was true.

"The people of the Presbyterian Church are always like this, violent, arrogant, thinking that everything is under their control. They are getting old, but they try to drag the whole city to decay with them, and their eyes and ears are everywhere, against them As long as someone is suspected, he will be severely hit. If I hadn't used the magic of flesh and clay to disguise another person as you, I'm afraid you have already encountered disaster."

The man pulled down his scarf, and his face was another Fasslag.

He was shocked and angry at the horror of his other corpse, but it didn't mean that he would immediately believe the Holy Grail's words.

This woman had approached him not long ago, telling him about another underworld with a proposal that would almost change the landscape of the city.

A witch is certainly not to be trusted.

He grew up in Sasha City, and he has never heard of the existence of the Presbyterian Church, and he does not believe that the Pulitzer family, which is as glorious as the Cules family, is just an agent pushed by the monsters in the dark, so he has neglected her. .

The presence of this body to this day proves something.

"But it might be your magic. If you have magic, it's not difficult to do this kind of thing."

Although they were discussing such things, they did not avoid the people of the Hooker Detective Agency. During the six months when the dark moon showed signs of returning, these armed security guards found out earlier than ordinary people through the summary of a large number of employment incident files. Unusual, and in turn opened up new business.

"Maybe." Athena looked at the corpse, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, and said calmly: "The consequence of accepting my last proposal is that it will benefit you. If there are no accidents, the alliance is natural. Why should I bother to do this?"

What she said was reasonable, Fasslag was slightly relieved, and at the same time had a new trouble.

"Then what should I do now, if he is dead, I have to return to the camp, otherwise I will be a deserter."

"Do you still want to go back to be a soldier?" There was subtle sarcasm in the woman's voice, but mostly compliments: "Master Fasslag, if our cooperation is successful, you can even become a millionaire. You can buy a higher title, or buy a property for investment.”

She put her hand on Faslag's shoulder from behind: "Let's take a long-term view. Just bear with it and be a dead person for a while, and we will be rewarded a thousand times, ten thousand times. As long as your brother knows you Still alive, others don't need to care."

It has always been Faslag's dream to be a soldier and use his military merits to get a title.

But since there is a more convenient way, it is not a bad idea to try it.

Although the assassination of the Presbyterian Church meant that the danger was approaching, it also proved that the intelligence brought by the special envoy of the Holy Grail Society was true, which made Faslag firm in his determination.

In a short period of time, through this corpse whose figure is exactly the same as his own, he actually experienced the complacency from the future, as if he had already achieved success.

Feeling the pressure on his shoulder, he subconsciously raised his right hand and pressed the woman's hand on it.

The hand was cold but soft, and he suddenly felt that it was all right.

"After I go back, I want to see your 'sincerity' again."

Spider Jiao smiled and leaned close to Faslag's back, biting his ear and told him, "Of course, I have a lot of sincerity."

(End of this chapter)