Werewolf Hunting Rules.

Chapter 418 Approaching
When the invisible object blinded the eyes of the security guards and unloading workers, Mhlanga relaxed a little.

He quickened his pace again to keep his speed consistent with that of the unloading workers. At the same time, he reached out to remove the seal of the top cargo box on the cart, then opened the lid. Seeing what was inside, the ascetic monk couldn't help but be shocked.

There were silver ingots piled up densely inside.

If these things were melted down, the warheads made would definitely be enough to fight a big war with the dark descendants of Wei'odi, including the werewolves of the Konglione family - no, absolutely including them, because if they were not included, there would be too much silver here.

He was fully aware of the decision of the Fraternity of the Sacred Heart.

They want chaos in the world.

Now it was time for him to spread the word.

"Cough cough cough" a violent coughing sound came from above the head. Nightingale looked up and saw a man in a purple sweater standing on the iron plank road above, smoking a very thick cigarette.

It was not right that Mhlanga had not noticed the man before he spoke.

"Have we--met before? You don't work here, do you?" The man in the purple sweater kept breathing in and out and spoke in a weird tone, and there were a few times when he looked like he was about to vomit at any moment.

“It was the people here who let me in,” Mhlanga said, trying to get away with it.

The man took a deep puff of his cigarette and shuddered, his expression showing neither joy nor sadness: "Really?"

He suddenly took a step forward, grabbed the railing of the plank road and began to spasm. The cigarette between his fingers fell and landed in front of Mhlanga's feet. Amid the stench, there were faint scents of three or four natural plants with hallucinogenic effects.

Smelling the smell, the unloaders and gunners responsible for escorting the silver ingots suddenly woke up from the influence of the magic barrier and looked at Mhlanga and Joseph in surprise.

"What the hell is going on?! How did you show up? Who brought you in?!"

It was the first time that the face of the mad wizard Mhlanga of the Key Group was slightly distorted by extreme emotions.

"Hands up!" the gunmen shouted, pointing their rifles and pistols at the ascetics.

Mhlanga raised his hands. “I’m here to look for someone. This boy’s family has gone missing. He used to work here.”

Before the body is found, there may still be a chance to get away with it.

"Who?"

"Jack."

"Which Jack?" the gunmen demanded.

Mhlanga looked at Joseph, but Joseph was pale and refused to say anything.

Although the boy was still young, he probably understood that even if his brother was still alive, telling his brother's name at this moment would cause him misfortune.

“Jack Frome,” Mhlanga made up a last name for the dead man.

The gunmen looked at each other in bewilderment. They were also transferred here recently and were not clear about the details of the personnel. It might not be certain whether such a person really existed.

"If not, then I'm sorry to barge in here."

"So this is a misunderstanding." The mad wizard standing on the plank road above his head had somehow recovered some of his spirit and was able to speak again. His tone was lazy, as if he was questioning, as if he was agreeing with Mhlanga, and as if he hadn't finished a sentence. The gunmen below didn't know what he meant for a moment.

"You're right, we are the ones who disturbed you."

Mhlanga chose a meaning for him and then slowly backed away, with Joseph following closely behind.

The gunmen did not receive orders from their superiors and watched him and the boy leave.

After all, there was basically nothing in Warehouse 96 that could be called confidential. They were standing here just to protect the valuables from being taken away. Although outsiders were clearly not allowed to enter, this rule was often violated. Since the two men looked empty-handed and seemed to be family members of employees, it was not impossible to let them go.

Just as they were about to leave the sight of the gunmen, the crazy wizard finally figured something out.

"The magic you just used was a demon barrier?" His tone was filled with innocent curiosity that was not in line with his age. "This seems to be a power only possessed by demons? You are not a good person, are you?"

The gunmen now knew what to do.

Crackling gunshots rang out, and white smoke spread between the shelves.

The sound immediately aroused vigilance, and an alarm in the warehouse was sounded, and everyone started running in this huge maze of shelves.

A bullet hit Mhlanga, embedding itself in the surface of his chest like wet wood. Before the smoke had cleared, Mhlanga grabbed a silver ingot from the box and smashed it at the mad wizard above his head, hitting him right in the ribs and causing him to collapse limply. Then the ascetic rushed towards the two gunmen who were escorting the silver ingot.

The gunmen had emptied their guns and rushed back towards the ascetics, drawing their daggers.

Ignoring the blade thrusting into his body, Mhlanga grabbed the two men's throats with both hands and broke their necks with one force.

Then, without further ado, he dropped the body, held Joseph's hand tightly, and returned to the entrance.

This time they did not take a detour. Mhlanga directly moved the goods on the huge shelves and took Joseph through the gaps. There were too many corners here, and the longest distance between the shelves was only thirty yards. With the help of the magic barrier's ability to affect vision, it was more than enough to dodge the bullets. Those gunmen who dared to stop him were all knocked down with one blow. The terrifying ability of the extraordinary to advance at a short distance was perfectly demonstrated in Mhlanga. But the power obtained by the Brotherhood of Sincerity is not omnipotent. A bullet hit his back, hitting a scar on the surface of the skin, piercing deep into the inside, which slowed his movements a lot.

"Uh"

Just behind them, on the iron walkway on the second floor, the knocked-down mad wizard of the Key Group stood up again. He was almost hanging on the railing, and he raised one hand with great effort to point at Mhlanga, his index finger tremblingly circling the outline of his head.

As he moved, a red mark suddenly appeared on Mhlanga's neck.

The finger continued to draw circles, like the staff of the god of death, and with each circle, the marks on Mhlanga's neck became deeper.

Maybe after seven laps, the head will fall off its neck.

The ascetic immediately realized the problem, but the view from the second floor was too good. If he tried to avoid sight by taking a detour, the other gunmen would leave him here completely. So he decisively raised his left hand to cover the back of his neck. Marks from strangulation began to appear on his left hand, deepening in circles. Because he had to grab Joseph with his right hand, he could no longer fight back. He could only bear the bullets shot from the gaps between the shelves and put all his attention on running.

This forbearance and sacrifice was effective, and he broke out before the encirclement of Warehouse 96 was formed.

At the moment he rushed out, his left hand broke at the wrist and fell down, and was caught by Joseph subconsciously, so that it did not fall into the hands of the crazy wizard and be used as material for curse.

Some gunmen chased out, but they only fired a few symbolic shots before retreating.

They saw how Mhlanga had just performed and had no intention of pursuing him relentlessly.

The two men fled to a place of absolute safety before stopping. After a brief respite and recovery, Joseph looked at the ascetic with emotion, almost worshipping him as if he were an adult who had saved his family.

"Sir, you are so powerful and righteous. If it weren't for you, they would have killed me there."

The ascetic remained silent.

Since Joseph chose to follow him into the warehouse, his death was his own fault.

His reasons for saving Joseph were not so noble. The mad wizard put too much pressure on him, and there might be other mad wizards in the warehouse. He almost thought he would die there, so he planned to leave a magical mark containing information on Joseph's body, just like his other colleagues did, and then stuff the child into a cargo box, hoping that someone who did not belong to the Sacred Heart Fraternity would find him first.

But this approach would most likely kill the child—not an instantaneous death, but death in a long and terrible wait.

"Your brother is probably dead," he said.

Joseph's face immediately darkened and he said dejectedly, "I think so."

"Go back quickly."

"What about you?"

"I still have more." Mhlanga wanted to say something, but he vomited blood as soon as he opened his mouth, and the strength in his body gradually dissipated.

In the chaos just now, more bullets hit his wound than he felt. The sacred scar absorbed the power of the world, but also weakened his perception. Now that he felt it carefully, he realized that his body had become a mess.

"I have to find someone to rescue you. Shall we go back to the park?" Joseph asked. He grabbed Mhlanga's fallen hand, not knowing whether he should give it back.

Mhlanga shook his head and said with all his strength: "To the East District."

Even though the Sincere Brothers in the West District were his fellow believers, they would not harm him, but they were also indirectly controlled by the Sacred Heart Fraternity, and he had to inform the seriousness of the situation to those who could influence it.

Julius.

Even though the other party was also imprisoned, he had no other choice. Wei Aodi had no senior officials he could trust. Even if the guards in the East District might discover his true identity, or the people in Warehouse 96 would send the news back, he had to go.

Moreover, there is still a chance of saving his life if he goes to the East District. He has a senior pass, so he can at least hide in an empty house for a while. Nowadays, many rich people like to travel around, and there are only a few servants to look after their homes.

Besides, the police officers mentioned by his two church brothers, Notigo and Nate, might be able to help him.

The man's name seemed to be Albert.

Clayton Bellew was awake, but he was motionless.

He had forgotten why he lost consciousness, but he still remembered the conversations before he lost consciousness. The information provided by Norris completely changed his cognition.

He felt as if he was living in a huge illusion.

Someone forced him to go on stage and perform a tragic drama, with empty applause and scars as his reward, but he did it anyway.

His brothers did the same, and so did his friends.

People were fighting for these hypocritical things, and finally fell in a pool of blood.

In the end, those who forced him to go on stage told him that the real glory was not in the present, but in the future.

Why?