The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 93 Tactical Squad
Facing the shadow that almost covered him, and breathing the heat wave gushing from his hair, the young servant realized that the other party was not a loser who was dragged by the order knights as a material case at the meeting where the church organized the study of clergy.

Clayton Bello was way better than those poor guys.

God Attendant certainly has some tricks, but he doesn't think it's useful for such a majestic werewolf.

"I apologize if my thoughts offended you." He regretted it sincerely.The God Attendant had never communicated with the dark descendant who was transformed from a human in the new era before, so he misjudged the other party's nature.The stereotype of the Darkin made him choose a plan that was not in line with ordinary people's morality, ignoring the possibility that the other party still considered himself a human being.

If it wasn't Clayton standing here, but some unlucky believer who was cursed by the dark moon, it must have caused spiritual damage.

The sincerity of the priest did not move Clayton. He just barely ignored the hint just because of the bishop's face. At the same time, he gave the young man a weird look. After that, his body shrank back to a normal person's appearance, and his shirt fell apart. The button is fastened again.

"Are you really a clergyman?" he asked as he buttoned his button.

The experience of getting along with the clergyman this time was very bad, and next time the bishop invites him, he will not come again.

"It's genuine." The servant said, "I just firmly believe that this lady's soul has already ascended to the kingdom of heaven, so I hope that this rotten skin should be put to good use."

Creighton knew now that he wasn't doing it maliciously, he was just thinking differently.

The lieutenant had heard of similar ideas, it was called materialism in books or something, he couldn't remember.

"Anyway, let's find another way."

Clayton glanced at his pocket watch, he had just wound it up before going out, and the current time was one o'clock in the afternoon, and he was in a hurry.

"Boss, do you remember me? Did my three companions say where they were going?"

Hook Inspector Cicero pressed his hat tightly to his chest, as if doing so would calm his restless heart.

He had just found his companions on the second floor of the Bronze Horse Hotel, and wanted to tell them about Cooper's loss at the Bruno Detective Agency, but he couldn't find anyone, and their luggage was also taken away. The previous agreement did not match.

Cicero is hostile to anything out of the ordinary, unknown and willful often represent the same thing - deadly danger.

Cooper did not obey the order to rush into the room and was shot dead.

His impatience did not impress the proprietor of the Bronze Horse Inn. This short, sturdy man was painstakingly reviewing the budget bill for wall and door lock repairs, cursing the late repairman, and had no time to pay attention to Cicero.It's as if his ears are a machine that can only hear the words "reservation" and "check-out". If you don't say these two words, you can't get half of his attention.

Cicero had to stick his upper body out, put his palm behind the counter to cover the boss's bill, and repeat the question before he looked up.

"Check out? Those three guests didn't check out." The boss looked at him strangely, thinking that they were companions and shouldn't have such doubts.

"But they took everything away."

"Who knows what they think, they all left in one night, but they kept the money for a week." The boss suddenly thought of something, and stretched out his hand to Cicero: "They asked me to bring me a message and pay for it." money, but they broke something when they left, and the repairs were not included, it was fourteen shillings and nine pence. They pay, and I tell you what they said."

Cicero cursed in his heart, and had to take out his wallet.

The boss counted the number of coins before opening his mouth: "They said that they have encountered some troubles recently, which may endanger their safety, so they left with their luggage. The room is for the companions who came later. They have now moved to the parish of St. Morede 'Singing Verbena', which probably tells you to go find them."

This reason is really in line with Cicero's expectations.

If it is because of security issues, then the choice of companions is understandable.

But he still had doubts, and asked again: "How did they break your stuff?"

"They opened and closed the door so hard that they broke the deadbolt, nothing at all, you know it's a hassle to fit a lock."

The hotel owner stopped talking when he mentioned the gun holes in the wall. This kind of small damage can be pasted with wallpaper. There is no need to say it, but it will ruin the reputation of the hotel's safety.

However, the compensation fee cannot be reduced. Fortunately, someone has already given the money.

Thinking of this, his eyes on Cicero softened.

"Who did they entrust to come to you?"

"A very beautiful woman with long blond hair and green eyes." The boss put away his things and put his hands on the counter: "Maybe you have seen her before."

Cicero narrowed his eyes: "What do you mean?"

"When you entered, she just walked out of the door less than 3 minutes ago. Just in this direction." The innkeeper pointed to the left.

Detective Hook turned and ran.

He didn't even have time to curse this idiot who wasted his precious time, he just rushed out of the door in one breath, and ran along the street in the direction pointed by the boss after a little discernment, he wanted to catch up with the woman in time.

"Tsk," Julius said.

"I heard you smacking your lips, what happened?"

Flendingin asked, leaning back in the couch, but sounding disinterested.

Light shines through the curtains into this small room on the third floor, and Xianchen slowly falls in the bright light.

Julius put down the binoculars angrily, and the long dark green ponytail swayed behind his head: "Clayton guessed right again, they came really fast, you get up now, we will take him back later. "

As early as the night of the operation, Clayton took them to conduct an action analysis, and formulated a follow-up action plan based on the information obtained from the torture.

The remaining Hook detectives in Sasha City will contact the companions staying at the Bronze Horse Hotel from time to time. If they are found to be missing, they will definitely be vigilant and make various unpredictable defensive or transfer behaviors.

It's better to take the initiative.

In the plan left by Clayton, they need to persuade the owner of the Bronze Horse Hotel to do things for them with the words of the sheriff to destroy the gangsters, and at the same time pay the informant fee, entrusting him to guide these people to their place when they meet Detective Hook. Designated location.

This is done, it's time to move on to the next step.

Florentin struggled to get up from the couch, and prayed dryly: "I hope Barbara hasn't had time to kill him."

Although that vampire came from a humble background, he adapted quickly to this world.

She has made up her mind to kill.

Harnessing inhuman power requires just that much determination.

Cicero runs quickly down the street, passing pedestrians and homeless people who gather to squat and warm themselves by the fire.

During this process, he did not once set his eyes on those small roads.

A woman, especially a beautiful woman, would never walk into a dark alley. She would either be a vagabond in the skin business, or she would be a dangerous person.

But even the latter did not dare to commit murder on the daytime road.

In fact, he didn't believe that the woman was entrusted by his companions to pass on the message, which didn't conform to their past rules of conduct.

What's more, such a private matter as passing on news should not be done by people with conspicuous appearance.

Beautiful women are never welcome where discipline is required—there are no female soldiers in the army, no female sailors at sea, beauty itself is an accident, and plans and accidents are inherently in conflict.

Cicero's running slowed down.

He began to wonder if it was worth it for him to come to this woman.

His reason for catching up was to ascertain the authenticity of her motives, as well as the recent situation of her companion.But he also runs the risk of falling into that trap if there is something really wrong with the woman.

The owner of the Bronze Horse Inn told him that the woman who had spoken had just left for 3 minutes, so he chased after her impatiently, for fear of missing this suspicious point.

But what if the boss tells a lie?
He stopped abruptly, determined to go back first, and inform the captain that his companion at the Bronze Horse Inn had been transferred.

Cicero felt suddenly reassured at the thought that he would not have to risk any more.

Then a woman who fit the innkeeper's description appeared in front of him.

　The family is in a bad mood and needs help. The update speed temporarily drops, and then it will be made up by adding chapters or adding words to a single chapter.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)