Werewolf Hunting Rules.

Chapter 417 Warehouse No. 96

Alexander Eleven's lead was broken.

Mlanga could only go to the Sincere Brotherhood in the West District of Wei'aodi to seek information. These brothers and sisters of the church were very hostile to the Conleone family of Bodalabik, and they had received orders from the local church to attack the werewolves of the Conleone family freely when they entered the territory of government departments. On the surface, this seemed to be the intention of the diocesan bishop, but according to the information Mlanga had learned so far, Jeremy Busby was behind it.

Because of his large donations, Jeremy Busby also has considerable influence in the church.

In order to maintain the rule of the Sacred Heart Fraternity in Weiordi, it is necessary to be enemies with the werewolves, because they even have the upper hand in legal terms. At least in Berdalabik, no one will deny their authority.

Mhlanga heard a saying in Berdalabike - "Without the threat of wolves, the sheep will not be happier."

The shadow from the city made the people there more loyal to Konglione. If they had a choice, they would not come to Weiodi.

The Sacred Heart Fraternity also consciously controlled urban construction, allowing the northern district to gradually become deserted, and only those who were not welcomed by civilization would live there, thus creating a barrier between Berdalabik in the north and the true center of Viodi.

This level of pressure was just right so as not to drive the werewolves of the Conleone family crazy, but to truly and completely eliminate their threat would require more sophisticated calculations.

The people of the Sacred Heart Fraternity may not know that the direct descendants of the old Duke Viodi are now in the city of Sasha, and the Conriones also know this.

That man had indeed lost the dignity of his ancestors in Viodi. He worked under the forest spirit Grogne. Although he was still very rich, people were not afraid of him and called him "Mr. Puff" - this insulting title came from the combination of the two words "Philip" and "Pulitzer" in his name.

Conlionet had once betrayed his ancestors, causing his family to lose most of their land and had to abandon everything and flee from Vaiodi.

And despite such hatred, if the werewolves of Conlionet are willing to bow to him, Philip Pulitzer, with the support of the Council of Elders, is absolutely willing and able to accept them again, give them status and identity again, and use the crime of the Fraternity of the Sacred Heart attacking the nobles as a legal basis to retake Viodi.

The Conleone family led by Opiros still has enough self-respect now, but if the Fraternity of the Sacred Heart really deals a heavy blow to them, the above situation will no longer be just a possibility.

Now the Sacred Heart Fraternity is attacking the city of Sasha while putting pressure on Konglione, and this approach is making the possibility gradually come true.

Perhaps a lack of intelligence led to this mistake, or perhaps they knew about it but were determined to make this war have a truly brutal ending.

Mhlanga didn't know what would happen next. He needed some time to rest and then make plans. Maybe he should contact Julius again and ask him what he thought about the accident that happened in Alexander.

"Sir! Sir! We are almost at Warehouse 96."

The voice of the boy Joseph woke Mhlanga from his deep thoughts, and he remembered that he had just received another insignificant task from his fellow believers.

It was a missing person case, but when he described the appearance of the missing person, he already knew the true outcome of the matter.

The boy's brother's skin changes and red eyes indicate that he may have become a victim of the return of the Dark Moon. If he is unfortunately missing, it is most likely the work of the guards.

"What's your brother's name? I can just ask them."

"Jack."

There is one Jack in every twenty people, and Mhlanga felt that he had asked a stupid question.

After turning the last corner, Warehouse 96 is right in front of us.

It is about three stories high, with an architectural style similar to that of a train station, with a curved roof and two openings at the front and back. Even at night, it is still brightly lit inside, and through the front door opening you can see many people working beside the high walls formed by shelves.

Mhlanga paused for a moment as he saw the markings on the gold-plated sign next to the warehouse entrance.

"Basbay Railway Company"

When he and Joseph stopped, two men with flintlock pistols on their waists came out and turned left, talking and laughing. Behind them, a man dressed as a cleaner came out without hesitation, dragging a corpse with no visible injuries on the head and face, and threw it on the roadside at the door.

The deceased did not look like Joseph's brother.

"Hello, is there a worker named Jack here?" Mlanga stepped forward to greet the cleaner, and the boy followed him.

"Jack?" The cleaner looked over slowly. "Never."

Joseph looked up at Mhlanga in surprise and shook his head in denial: "No, he is there"

"That's it," Mhlanga said to the boy. "Maybe you remembered it wrongly."

The body of the ascetic was inhabited by the follower of the demon lord, the Perfectionist Cervantes, whose ability was to make him more sensitive to "defects", and the cleaner's lying skills could not be hidden from him. But since the person was already dead, it would be harmful to the living to delve into this matter, so there was no need to investigate further.

Anyway, death is an unstable factor, and perhaps this will be good for society and the family of the deceased.

The agent planned to keep the matter quiet, but someone else thought otherwise.

The two gunmen in front heard their conversation and suddenly turned back.

"You looking for Jack?"

When Joseph realized that someone knew his brother, a look of joy appeared on his face, but this expression only lasted for a moment, and he soon realized that they were not his brother's friends.

“But he doesn’t seem to be here,” Mhlanga said. “This gentleman said there has never been a Jack here.”

"Here comes another one." The gunmen looked at each other, and one of them turned around and stared at him with a sneer: "Which newspaper are you from? Or did the union send you here?"

"neither."

The two men stepped forward with ill intentions: "Then maybe we should teach you a lesson, so that you will know the consequences of meddling in other people's affairs in the future."

"Please feel free to do so."

Mhlanga tore open his thin clothes, opened his arms, and showed the scars all over his body. The gunmen were speechless for a while when they saw the scars on Mhlanga's body, until one of them came to his senses, spat at him, and dragged him into the warehouse by his hair.

"If you think that the punishment you received before can exempt you from this punishment today, you are totally wrong!"

“Let the boy go,” Mhlanga said, but the railway gunman disagreed.

"You don't have the final say here."

Behind them, another gunman grabbed the struggling boy and followed, intending to deal with the two ungrateful people in his usual way.

It doesn’t matter whether it’s physical injuries or lifelong disability; what matters is the dignity of the company’s employees.

Inside the building called Warehouse No. 96, there are a large number of cargo boxes, which are stacked up high and low to form a wall, forming a huge maze. Here, the goods that arrive at Wei'aodi by water will undergo a final inspection and then be sent to the receiving location by special personnel.

The two gunmen who brought Mhlanga in were just the tip of the iceberg of the security force here. There were more than ten times that many gunmen patrolling here.

Above their heads, there were some suspended iron beam walkways against the wall, and some gunmen were observing the situation below from a high vantage point.

This level of security is not common.

Mhlanga was alert.

The gunman inside didn't think much when he saw his companion dragging two outsiders here. He just took a look and looked away.

"Another one? Go to the corner and don't make as much noise as the last one." - This was their only opinion.

The two gunmen pressed Mhlanga and Joseph to the back of a huge shelf. Once they were in the dark, Mhlanga turned around and punched the gunman behind Joseph in the temple, knocking him unconscious. The sharp turn dislocated his left arm, which was twisted by another gunman, but the ascetic didn't care. The right hand that had just knocked down one person swung back and wrapped around the neck of the person behind him like a python, crushing the Adam's apple with his thumb and index finger.

The gunman's eyes almost popped out of their sockets due to the severe pain. He bent down. Mhlanga turned quickly in the opposite direction again and hit the gunman's face with his right knee with the force of rotation. The deformation effect was like a brick hitting a piece of dough. He fell down without a sound.

The battle here was completed in just two seconds, and the gunman patrolling across a layer of shelves did not even notice that his companion had fallen.

Mhlanga believed that the battle had been perfected. He turned to look at the boy. Joseph watched everything happen in silence. Although there was some surprise on his face, he did not scream.

The kid had seen better fights than this.

Mhlanga attributed the flat reaction to numbness, and since the boy had no habit of shouting, he didn't have to knock out another person.

He bent down, broke the necks of the two men who had been knocked unconscious, stuffed them into an empty crate nearby, and waved his hand, signaling the boy to leave.

Joseph did not leave.

Mhlanga thought about it and decided not to drive the child away.

This was Joseph's own decision, and as long as he could bear the consequences, Mhlanga didn't mind taking him along.

This strange team of two moved around in this huge warehouse as if they were playing hide-and-seek in a maze. With the help of the shadows of the shelves and the cover of giant cargo boxes, they hid from the sentries above their heads. On the first floor, the tight and compact patrol routes of many security gunmen were always staggered by Mhlanga, and the staff who were sorting the shelves could not detect them.

In the end, Mhlanga even stopped disguising his footsteps and followed closely behind a security officer, while the security officer in front of him did not turn around, still thinking it was the voice of his companion.

However, after successfully evading so many times, Joseph became more and more frightened because they were not leaving but were going deeper into the maze.

The tall shelves on all sides had surrounded them unknowingly, and there were wandering footsteps at every fork in the road. If they were discovered, even if Mhlanga was a skilled fighter, he would not be able to escape death.

Moreover, Joseph looked around and could not find his brother among the staff.

He tugged at the hem of Mhlanga's quilt, but the latter waved his hand away indifferently.

Now it is no longer important to find the missing person, Nightingale has set his sights on another target.

In front of them, a unloading worker was counting the goods with a list, and there were two workers beside him. When he finished counting, he found an empty box cover to put down the form, and together with his companions, he lifted the numerous goods from the shelves and put them on the cart next to him.

Mhlanga walked forward slowly and picked up the list of forms as naturally as one of them. After looking at it for a few seconds, he put it down again. He found the order of the Basbe Railway Company itself, which said "metal processing", but was specially circled by the workers here.

He looked up and compared the mixed numbers and letters on the shelves, then chose a fork in the road and walked away.

Joseph hurried to catch up, and after some more effort they reached their destination in Mhlanga.

The security force here is more concentrated than in other places. Under the tall shelves, six gunmen stand guard around a pile of sealed small cargo boxes, not moving an inch.

Mhlanga did not get closer. He stood in a blind spot behind the shelf, moved one of the empty safes on the shelf a little, and observed the opposite side through the gap between the boxes.

Four unloaders came from another aisle pushing a cart. They lifted one of the small boxes with great effort and loaded it onto the cart, followed by the second one.

As they left, two of the gunmen joined them.

Mhlanga waited until they were a little further away before he started moving again.

He walked so quickly that Joseph had to run to keep up with him. They walked again through the maze they had just passed through, taking detours to avoid patrols and walking much faster than before, just to catch up with the team of unloading workers.

When he saw the backs of the six people, the ascetic monk slowed down his pace, hiding the sound of his movements among the other party's footsteps.

He slowly approached the other person until there was less than seven yards between them, then he reached out and wiped their backs.

Obstacles begin to arise.