Werewolf Hunting Rules.

Chapter 435: Massacre at Warehouse 96
It doesn't take a lot of skills to convince the guard at Warehouse 96 to let you in, just a few words.

"Mr. Hazel has an urgent message." Clayton got the name from Julius, and now it's time to put it to use.

The guards looked at each other and decided to let the well-dressed man meet with the person in charge.

After a body search, Clayton walked into the warehouse. The space here was vast, and the shelves were extremely high. In addition to the pulley-equipped platforms everywhere, there were also two floors of stairs in the warehouse itself. The criss-crossing iron beam walkways with railings above his head were not only the roads for transporting goods to the upper floors of the shelves, but also the patrol routes for higher-level guards.

In addition to two men who were obviously extraordinary people, there were three gunmen holding long rifles, and their vision covered most of the area below.

Clayton noticed that those flintlock rifles were all heavy muskets with a caliber of definitely more than 20 mm. He himself owned one of these rifles, which was powerful enough to penetrate 4 mm thick knight armor and kill the human body inside.

In the military, they were assigned to chasseurs to snipe enemy officers.

Even if it was not loaded with silver bullets, the lethality was absolutely terrifying. While moving forward, Clayton's eyes quickly swept around and determined that there were not many things here that could be used as effective cover in front of this kind of rifle.

He followed the guards and stopped under an iron beam, on which stood two men - one wearing a sweater, the other wearing armor and carrying a rifle - the red-haired man in armor seemed to be the one in charge.

Clayton raised his head and said loudly, "I brought you news. The Conlionai family learned the secret of a large amount of silver hidden here, and now they are planning to raid this warehouse and take away what's here."

This caused a commotion among the guards.

The armored man raised a hand to stop the noise.

"Mr. Hazel didn't tell me that someone else would be sent. You have to explain to me."

Faced with the question, Clayton nodded in agreement seriously.

He was not afraid of questioning. At this moment, he was not Clayton Bello, but Lavine, the werewolf spy whose death was concealed by Conrionet.

Conleone's werewolves surrounded Warehouse 96, and there were more of them than Clayton had sensed.

There are five werewolves in total.

Three of the five-member team chasing Clayton are still Gerhardt and Lucas and Sorodan led by him. Lydia and Makon are not here. They are still on the mission. The werewolves who fill their vacancies are from another team.

The team that carries out the witness erasure plan.

They learned that a crucial witness was being protected in the Basby Building, so they used the slave knights bought from Milenti to organize an attack on the Basby Building in the afternoon, hoping to attract the attention of the guards.

The importance of where the most guards gather is self-evident.

The clan members responsible for assassinating witnesses carried strange objects that helped them move around, and they could pass through walls with ease.

However, the building caught fire, driving everyone out onto the street, and they couldn't tell who their target was, and after the fire died down, these people didn't return to the building. They finally met Gerhardt's team wandering nearby, and joined them, intending to deal with another enemy of the clan first.

Fortunately, they found the person this time.

"Warehouse No. 96," Gerhardt muttered. "I thought the Sacred Heart Fraternity considered the Sasha City Elders Council to be their enemy, but now it seems there is another conspiracy."

"I think he's discovered us." Spencer, another elegant-looking werewolf, said. He was a member of the witness erasure operation. In order to conceal their tracks, this team selected members who had undergone acquired transformation as werewolves. They were smaller and easier to hide.

Spencer is a werewolf directly inspired by the Dark Moon. People who are familiar with him know that his actual ferocity is in sharp contrast to his appearance.

"Then we've found him. We can just go in and kill him. The rare item left behind by the traitor is very useful. No one knows where we will break in from." The person who was speaking next to him was Lance. Lance and Spencer had the same background. They belonged to a small group within the clan.

Sorodan and Lucas looked at them warily. These werewolves who were directly inspired by the Dark Moon were not very welcome in the clan. The wolf blood they possessed was not the same as that of Konglione, and they did not have clear rules and order like the Blood Eye Clan. These werewolves requested to join the clan in order to seek recognition and strength from their own kind, or to receive protection.

Without any guidance, they were driven by their own curse and did many evil things.

For example, cannibalism.

It’s not that the Conriones don’t do these things, but they don’t enjoy cannibalism. The nutritional value of humans is much lower than that of cattle, and after all, they look similar to them, which has the effect of hindering their appetite.

These newborns are different from Conriote and his friends. They do this on their own initiative, not only to satisfy their appetite, but also to distinguish themselves from their past human selves. They regard this as a symbol that can prove that they have "surpassed the past" and can also experience the desire to conquer from this behavior. This eating habit gives them a superhuman sense of superiority.

The Clan Fangs had tried to have them clean up corpses, and they worked well. But some werewolves born in the clan had seen their greedy eyes forgetting to restrain when they looked at their companions inadvertently, which seemed to mean that they had not only decided to transcend the past, but maybe one day they would also think about transcending the "present".

Of course, it's not the right time yet, they still have to obey Gerhardt's orders.

Gerhardt squinted his eyes to feel the evening breeze. His extraordinary five senses captured all the information he needed.

"There are a lot of guards here. The smell of gun maintenance oil is so pungent, and there is also the smell of illegal drugs. It has been burning for a while, so it is not cargo. Maybe the wizards of the Key Group are also here. The temperature around here is very low. There is no smell of burning whale oil or coal, so they use electric lamps as the main means of lighting. I heard a lot of footsteps leaving, but they couldn't be guards, so they evacuated the workers."

Gerhardt described the situation in Warehouse 96 one by one, and he was so familiar with it that it seemed as if he had been there twice. With so much information, the next plan was formulated smoothly.

And when everything is ready, the wolves begin hunting.

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First there was a sound in the floor of the room as if something had fallen to the ground, and then a sound like a sigh came from the light tubes, and they dimmed rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Before losing his sight, Clayton saw the guards here react skillfully, leaning against the shelves and boxes with their guns, ready to shoot.

The warriors hired by the Fraternity of the Sacred Heart were indeed extraordinary.

The red-haired warrior supervisor on the iron beam above his head shouted, and soon, with a humming sound, the backup generator in the warehouse started to operate, and the light tubes hanging on the iron beam above his head lit up one by one again, but only a quarter of the warehouse was illuminated again, and the rest of the place was still dark.

In the brief respite when the light was restored, only Clayton, the warrior leader and the crazy wizard of the Key Group noticed the movement above their heads.

They raised their heads and heard a series of imperceptible sounds coming from the curved alloy dome. It seemed to be the footsteps of some wild beast, and the source of the sound was moving quickly.

The soldier chief raised his hand and pointed into the air, and seven or eight bullets immediately flew over and pierced the dome.

But the movement above the head did not stop, but changed its style. It drew an arc and became continuous and crisp as if cloth was torn.

When the sound ended, the thin metal layer separated easily like butter cut by a hot knife, hollowing out a huge circle. The round metal plate fell down and hit the mad wizard on the head. He stepped back awkwardly to avoid the falling object and continued to look up with the others, but only the dim night sky could be seen in the round hole.

Roar--

A huge roar that made one's hair stand on end and almost made one's heart stop came from the front and back doors at the same time, shaking the entire warehouse.

The guards near the door froze in their tracks as several dark shadows swooped in at high speed, knocking them away with terrifying force. Their bodies smashed against the iron racks nearby, with their spines and limbs visibly deformed.

Just as this sudden change attracted everyone's attention, the hole in the dome finally changed. Two huge black werewolves pounced silently and crushed a rifleman respectively. The weight of more than 400 pounds crushed their bodies and blood flowed out of their mouths.

The mad wizard raised a hand and pointed at one of the werewolves. His fingertips began to circle, leaving deep marks between the black fur. The warrior supervisor also roared, turned the heavy musket behind him over and fired a shot. The sound of the gunshot was like a bomb exploding. The 24mm caliber silver heavy bullet directly knocked the other werewolf off its body. It fell from the iron beam, and it was unknown whether it was dead or alive.

Gunshots and roars instantly filled the warehouse.

Clayton watched the bloody action here coldly. He strolled between the shelves, through the stairs in the corner, and walked up the high-rise iron beam plank roads, holding the railings and observing the scenes happening below.

As for how the wizard and warrior leader behind him would deal with the remaining werewolf, he didn't care at all.

Clayton took a comprehensive look at the situation. Six of the more than thirty guards were killed within one minute of the start of the battle, and one of the invading Konglione werewolves also lost his combat capability.

They're both about one-fifth, which seems fair.

The remaining guards were all elite, they bent down, using the shelves and boxes for cover to move constantly, occasionally sticking their heads out to shoot. They were all good gunmen hired by the Sacred Heart Fraternity, but the dim light and the inhuman speed of the enemy reduced their hit rate.

Several cargo boxes were shot through, and the ricocheting bullets shot towards the shelves, sparking sparks on the steel. Among the werewolves that rushed in from the front, only one was hit by a bullet. It staggered, then crouched down, and its hairy black body transformed again, turning into a black wolf, also using the shelves as cover and limping through. The other werewolves also began to do the same transformation.

These werewolves from the Conleone family are better at transforming into wolf form.

Clayton could clearly see them running in circles around Warehouse 96, tightening their encirclement like a real pack of wolves chasing their prey.

At this moment, all the creatures in the warehouse are constantly moving. If they stop, they will be torn into pieces or pierced by several silver bullets, but the werewolves are more orderly than the guards.

They communicate by roaring, masking the voices of hostile commanders while intimidating guards.

Unlike the initial invasion of the warehouse, now only one or two werewolves roared at a time to attract the guards' attention and tie down their firepower. The remaining werewolves jumped out from behind their cover the moment the roar stopped, eliminated the nearest guard, and then disappeared into the darkness again.

This simple tactic was extremely effective, and the number of guards was constantly decreasing.

More and more gunmen fell in a pool of blood, but they were unable to launch a powerful counterattack against the enemy before they died.

Only the werewolf that was hit at the beginning was hit again. It lost its combat effectiveness and could no longer actively attack. It could only howl to cover the movements of its companions while moving.

And on this battlefield - on the second floor of the warehouse, behind Clayton, the remaining one of the two werewolves that jumped down from overhead held up the corpse and knocked down the wizard with the key ball. The warrior supervisor installed the bayonet on the rifle with extraordinary hand speed, holding the huge rifle over 1.8 meters long like a spear, and took a big step forward to stab the werewolf.

The sharp bayonet seemed to have severed several important blood vessels, and a large amount of black blood gushed out from the beast's body.

The werewolf swiftly returned fire, clawing at the warrior chief's armor with a sound like chalk scraping against a blackboard. The chief's body slammed into the railing next to Clayton, bending the thin iron bar, but he quickly stood up again, leaning on his rifle, unharmed.