The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 97 Race against time
Detective Hook plots an attack on Bruno.

This is the new information Clayton learned from the interrogation.

Or that the Hook detectives knew "once," but Clayton thought it wasn't just once.

Athene Pruger did not give up so easily.

He sent both Florentine and Barbara to report the case to the General Sheriff's Office, trying to find a way to get the matter into the newspapers so as to cut off Detective Hook's connection with the government department, and he himself would go to the Bruno Detective Agency. Situation, if Bruno was alive now, he would bring him back.

Since Detective Hook is human, he has no scruples.

Once it was revealed that they were plotting murder, no one would speak for them.

Things are going very well.

Clayton arrived at Bruno's Detective Agency so quickly that he thought he might have enough time left after work here to get home and prepare dinner (not that he did).

Bruno was not at home at the moment. After asking the surrounding residents, Creighton learned that he had left not long ago.

Someone set fire in front of the office here before, and Bruno went out to find someone to put out the fire, and then he ran away in a hurry, probably to notify the sheriff, but the housewives here did not see any law enforcement officers coming.

The smell at the door was strong, and the werewolf had no trouble tracking it two streets away.

At the entrance of an alley, Creighton stopped.

This is an alley where people often walk, and the gray rough stones under the feet have long been worn away.

I don't know how many people have passed through here since the morning. In this air, a large number of human scents dilute Bruno's singleness.

However, the precipitation of gunpowder smoke is still very clear.

Someone fired a shot here, but it is unknown if anyone was injured, and he found no blood on the ground or walls.

Since there was no blood left, even if someone had been shot, the smell of blood should have dissipated long ago.

He lost Bruno.

The lieutenant's stop attracted some attention—two men in gray flat hats who had been leaning against the wall smoking a cigarette now straightened up and leaned forward.

"Are you looking for someone?" one of them asked.

The Gray Hats were a local gang, but Creighton didn't remember them providing such a service.

"Well, one of my friends said he was waiting for me here, but now he doesn't know where to go."

As they approached, Clayton took off his hat and pressed it to his chest, squinting as if nothing serious had happened.He has always made good use of resources, even if he is a heinous bastard.

"poor guy,"

The Gray Hat member grumbled and raised his hand to reach for the hat, and a blade was pulled out of the hard built-in brim.

The outside of the blade is painted with a poor quality dark paint to prevent it from reflecting between the fingers.

And his accomplices did the same.

"Bruno is also my friend, didn't he tell you?" Clayton made a last-ditch effort for peace.

Bruno actually has connections with the Gray Hats, and sometimes even advises their actions, so Clayton, a resident of St. Mored Parish, knows about the gangs in St. Alvin's Parish.

But out of the desire not to get in trouble, he never relied on this relationship to know the "friends" of the Gray Hats.

He regrets it now.

The two members of the Gray Hats were not moved by his defense, but seemed to have made up their minds because of this, and rushed forward even more fiercely.

Clayton prayed for their safety and greeted them with clenched fists.

Before he became a werewolf, he could easily deal with opponents of this level, no matter now.The only thing the Lieutenant was worried about was that the bunch of bastards would come back alive to find more bastards and end up making it into the news papers.

"Keep down, thank you."

One of the gray hat gangsters received a punch on the head. Before they could see what happened, they lost their balance and fell down staggeringly.

Creighton picked up one and did the same thing to wake him up.

Obviously it is the same hitting method, but it can have the opposite effect on the human body. The lieutenant had to lament the wonder of the human body.

"What did Bruno tell you that you are so hostile to me?"

The gang member struggled, squeezing Clayton's hand to ease his neck.

"I don't know, Sanders told us to teach Bruno a lesson!"

Clayton frowned. He still remembered the name of Bruno's dwarf assistant. Although they were not friendly when they met, the stubborn dwarf was also a gentleman with a limit.

"Didn't he say why?"

"We just joined the gang not long ago"

"Where are your people assembled?"

"Fangping Street."

"I see." Clayton threw him down, pointing at him again: "Find a serious job, or one day meet a ruthless character like me, but I don't have such good luck as today."

The man ran away clutching his throat, naturally ignoring his companion.

Seeing his actions, the lieutenant couldn't help worrying about the future of the city.

For some reason, he suddenly thought of Simon—the sphinx, who was helping Gelid now.

That person is impolite, short-sighted, fickle and mercenary.

If he hadn't joined the Presbyterians, he might have joined some other gang, perhaps the Gray Hats, simply because he couldn't get a job.

Clayton felt a sudden chill.

The future that the Presbyterians had described seemed within reach.

Clayton breaks into the Gray Hats stronghold on Bottle Street.

In other words, "walked into" here.

The Gray Hats didn't leave any guards here, the only thing he had to deal with was the door lock.

In the alcohol-scented air, he walked past the scattered card tables, where beer bottle caps and penny coins were jumbled together because of the same color, and were ignored by their owners, but if that was all there was here It's all too peaceful, and the nudity posters on the walls and the dagger-inflicted wounds on the tabletops have a gang vibe.

Nothing at all.

Playing cards, broken hat, beer bottle, ashtray
Nothing more valuable exists here.

Clayton now has two guesses.

One is that after Bruno was attacked by Detective Hook, he sought shelter from the Gray Hats and hid in a place where the detective thought he would never be found.

There is also a guess that Bruno was shot, and the Gray Hats found him. For some reason, they thought someone else was targeting their gang members, so they moved their base.

There may be other possibilities, but Clayton lacks clues.

The ability to track scents doesn't work well here.

The gang members are local residents. There is no place in this area that they have not gone through, and their smell is everywhere.

Here, Bruno's clues are completely cut off.

Clayton didn't want to admit it, so he ran the search again.

This decision was not in vain. When he walked past a table with leftovers, he suddenly saw something unusual from the corner of his eye.

Under the plate full of meat and bones, a corner of white paper was exposed.

In violent gangs, cultural people are also indispensable, and they also have a place for paper.

This may have recorded something.

He walked over and pulled out the piece of paper, but it was not written in a straightforward style like an article, but a series of drafts of numerical calculations.

The meaning they represent has nothing to do with the account balance, but they are indeed calculating the content of certain things.

It used some formulas that were rarely used in real life, and Creighton felt familiar. He had seen similar calculations—in the notebook of an artillery commander who often sneaked out of the barracks to drink together.

(End of this chapter)