The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 98 Hideout

There are familiar concentration symbols on the paper, as well as formulas for calculating the strength of materials.

Clayton was sure the Gray Hats were preparing some kind of explosive, whale oil, black powder, or something.

In short, they were planning an explosion. Fortunately, the scale of the explosion was not very large, which was acceptable to him - the power could probably destroy half of the second floor of the rusted silver coin.

Well, he is really big.

After substituting his own property, Clayton suddenly couldn't accept it again.

But what is certain is that the plans of the Gray Hats really have nothing to do with his house.

Clayton had learned a little bit about blasting calculations, and the calculation formulas left on this draft paper were not blasting operations for buildings.

There is a string of data on the paper that is particularly strange. It is listed separately, not in those formulas, and only serves as a reminder.

Clayton hadn't seen similar data, but guessed that it probably had something to do with the environment of the blast, either the depth or the strength of the material in the blast area.

This is a matter of no consideration on the colonial battlefield. Few people build bunkers in the colonies. There are some fortifications in the Loren area where he served, but they were all done by the Dorne Kingdom to suppress the natives. No fortifications were made, and none of them were used when they actually fought the Towtons.

The location of the bunker must be special, otherwise others can just bypass it.

The Towtons had no need for the areas Dorne held, all fighting was to bleed them as much as possible, and they were about the same.

There are very few elements to consider in flat ground combat, so few that as long as the explosives can explode, it will be considered a success.

"It's terrible."

Clayton frowned at the paper.

Urban areas are different from war zones, no matter how small an explosion is, it can cause huge disturbances.

All explosives are controlled products, and being able to get these things shows that the Gray Hats are not a temporary idea.

Even the cheapest refined whale oil is out of reach of ordinary people.

In daily life, the finished refined whale oil is quite scarce, and the power supply company will send electricity to wealthy residents through pipelines. As early as in the power plant, the refined whale oil has already been reacted.Tanks of refined whale oil are stored only by institutions with sufficient financial resources and the need to generate their own electricity, usually factories and mansions that cannot be powered off.

The gangs certainly have some energy to get so much refined whale oil, but this kind of profit-making organization must consider the risk of losing money before taking action.

Could the benefits of their scheme outweigh the risks of stealing whale oil?This question is very important.

If it's a bank robbery, or a rich man's private vault, Clayton believes that this is in line with the actual needs and also in line with the gang positioning of the Gray Hats.

But there have been no rumors of chemical theft in the news recently. Where did the Gray Hats get the explosives?
Creighton suddenly raised his head and looked directly at the void in front of him.

He remembered where the Gray Hats might have gotten their explosives.

Weisund Weaving Factory.

"To take stock of our whale oil consumption, I want to know how the consumption has changed compared to the previous monthly average?"

Akezi held his chin (actually the lower part of his beak) and ordered the factory foreman. After Clayton found him, he confessed all his conjectures, and he didn't express the slightest doubt about Clayton's conjecture. Immediately took Clayton to Weishunte Weaving Factory to check the inventory.

There had been a riot not long ago at the Weissand Weaving Mill, and Clayton had read about the accident in the papers.

The cause of the accident is said to be that some workers were dissatisfied with their pay, and then had a physical conflict with another part of the workers who did not have such troubles.

During the workers' fight, someone started a fire, which burned part of the machinery, and of course, the refined whale oil reserves used for power generation must also be damaged.

The Weishunte Weaving Factory is the property of the Presbyterian Church, and Clayton thought that they would have the energy and responsibility to investigate their losses clearly.

The foreman led a few workers into the warehouse, and Clayton had to wait a while to know the outcome.

While waiting, the sound of the handloom in the workshop next door made him restless. It was like the sound of a third-rate minstrel playing a broken piano. He couldn't stay here for five minutes. The workers have to endure more than ten hours a day here.

Taking advantage of this moment, Clayton wanted to pass the time, so he asked Akeqi some things that were difficult to say before.

"How did you get the workers here to accept your appearance and keep it a secret for you? Not to mention that the elders will give you extra pay, even if you have money, ordinary people don't have such a strong sense of secrecy." He looked at the owl's face sincerely asked.

"Secret? There's no need for that." Akeqi looked at the exposed power transmission pipelines on the wall outside the control room. He leaned against the wall, tapped the ground with his leather shoe toe, and ordered the rhythm.

"They don't know who I am. I keep telling them I'm wearing a hood to keep from inhaling the gas from the generators here."

Clayton looked at him in surprise, not expecting the answer to be like this.

The owl's head was a circle larger than that of an ordinary human, but its expression was vivid. If Clayton was a worker, he would definitely be suspicious, and no matter how bad it was, rumors would spread.

"They're really naive," he commented.

Akeqi laughed: "Naive? Maybe. But because the poisonous gas is real, they never doubted the authenticity of the headgear."

"Tsk."

Even though Akeqi kept expressing kindness to himself, Clayton just couldn't like to go back.

He had doubts about his intuition before, but now he has an answer.

Clayton lost interest in communicating with him, fell silent for a while, and became more patient with the foreman's work.

And they lived up to his expectations, quickly finished the counting task, and came out of the warehouse to report.

"The amount of whale oil consumed last month was 81 standard cans. Because of the fire caused by the previous riot, we lost an additional 16 to 17 cans of whale oil last month." The foreman handed the report to Akeqi, above Daily details of whale oil consumption are recorded.

Weisongte Weaving Factory does not use electric drive looms, so the consumption of whale oil is not much. It is basically used for lighting, and there will not be much error in the average monthly consumption.

Akeqi held the report with one hand and leaned in front of his face to check it, and questioned the above data: "Is there no part of the damaged whale oil that can be recovered?"

The foreman looked at him, trying to guess the supervisor's mood from the change in the "hood".Akzi is the head of security, and it is also his job to investigate whether employees secretly embezzled factory materials.

"Not recovered, they were all burned, Mr Akzi."

"I don't quite understand this figure. If so much whale oil was burned, the fire should not be so easy to put out that day."

"Workers broke part of the canning before the fire started and maybe some whale oil seeped into the sand that was used to put out the fire."

"Where are the recycled industrial cans?" Akezi put down the report and looked at the foreman coldly.

The foreman shivered imperceptibly: "They have been sent back to the original factory for repair."

"Those cans are made up of 40.00% iron. They will not burn out or deform. They can continue to be put into production as long as simple repairs are made. I think the whereabouts of this precious property should not be decided by you. If because of the canning The interference of the replacement frequency has affected the work of the motor, resulting in the order not being completed, and our loss has started at least a hundred pounds. Your position determines that you cannot be responsible for this. So tell me now, who did you do to before doing this? Have you reported it?"

The foreman wiped his forehead with an ugly face: "No, sir, I thought it was just a trivial matter."

"I will let other people count the number of cans. The original factory is also owned by the company invested by Pulitzer Corporation. They will draw up a list of operations in the near future. The specific time may be next week. I hope your personal decision will be left on it. Make a mark. Or someone's going to jail."

The foreman showed a very bitter smile. This expression was so obvious that anyone with eyes could see that he had embezzled this part of the property, but Akeqi didn't seem to see anything, and he was still talking about the transfer of affairs. thing.

Clayton had to interrupt Akezi's teasing of the employees. Compared with the interests of the elders, he valued whether what he was doing could improve efficiency.

"How much did the Gray Hats give you?"

"What are you talking about, I have no contact with them."

Akeqi's attitude gave the foreman a little confidence, he thought he could still fool him.

The lieutenant lifted one side of his coat and showed him his gun: "Don't pretend, I'm a sheriff, the part of the refined whale oil taken by the Gray Hats will be used for crimes, but they are hiding it now, if If you have any clues about them, you'd better tell them now. For if their crimes have caused serious casualties, you who supply them with whale oil are worthy of hanging. If M. Grogne insists on your compensation, we may still Will sell your body to the medical school and use it as compensation."

"do not do that!"

The foreman collapsed all of a sudden. This consequence is much more serious than going to jail.

The whale oil he stole was worth less than fifty pounds. It wasn't worth his life, and it wasn't worth it no matter how expensive it was.

"I swear I don't know what they are going to do. When they came to me, they only said it was for private power generation. I thought they were going to build a secret base in the forest."

"A moderately large gang has established a secret base in the forest. Why do you think it is a forest?" Clayton suddenly realized the point in the middle of the sentence.

The former employees of the Presbyterian Church were also attacked by Athena in the forest. Is there anything special here?
Before the foreman could speak, Akezi answered for him.

"Because there is an abandoned mine there, it is very suitable for Tibetans, or to hide stolen goods. I heard that different gangs will use it to hold black markets."

If you want to do something that you don't want the people in the city to know, the forest outside the city is obviously a good place to go.

　I recommend "Chewing Dragon", a very interesting fairy tale
　　


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