Werewolf Hunting Rules.

Chapter 457: Partners in Law

Sheriff Albert and the East District police officers set out on the journey back.

Last night, Albert saw many people trying to enter the Siffrebus Cathedral. Their appearances were strange. If they were mixed in the crowd during the day, Albert would only regard them as seriously ill, congenitally deformed or disabled. But when they gathered together at night, it was easy for anyone with a discerning eye to speculate about their identities.

First, rule out the possibility of a mutual aid association for the disabled.

These people tried one after another to break through the guards' obstruction and rush into the Siffrebus Cathedral. Some of them succeeded, some failed, and some wanted to get closer, but when they saw the battle situation outside the church from afar, they left quietly.

As for the police, although their superiors asked them to support the security guards called guards, it can be said that they did nothing this time.

Part of the reason is their conscience - not many of the mysterious people chose to fight back, most of them did it to protect themselves, and the clergy in the cathedral also chose to shelter these people, which shows that the mysterious people are indeed not extremely vicious.

Another reason is that their superiors were unable to make the normal adjustments before the joint law enforcement. They were called to support the guards, but the guards had no intention of fighting side by side with the police. Instead, they were very reluctant to let them get close, fearing that they would snatch their spoils. They were not united internally. The battle between the guards and the mysterious creatures was not a group battle, but more like many duels that happened to take place in the same place.

The temporary commander of the joint operation arrived ten minutes late. He criticized his indifferent subordinates, and then found that the guards were disobedient and had no intention of cooperating, which resulted in their random positions and stray bullets flying everywhere.

The temporary chief then realized why the police officers hesitated, but he did not dare to turn back due to orders from his superiors. So he led the police officers to stand in the cold wind of the January night for three hours.

Shit-eating guard!
An officer who eats shit all he wants!

The police did not say it explicitly, but these two ideas are basically their mainstream thinking.

When the sun was about to rise, reinforcements from the Yellow Light Society finally arrived to support the Sifolbus Cathedral. A group of clergymen dressed in beige robes held hands to form a wall and slowly pressed towards the guns of the guards. With their absolute personal piety and the intimidation of the church, they finally dispersed these hunters.

After driving away the guards, the clergy scolded the police. The core idea was that the police, as a state institution, should not stand together with private armed forces like the guards to attack churches and attack people who intended to seek refuge in the church. Such behavior violated the original intention of the king to establish this institution, and it was also an insult to the state that combined politics and religion.

This may make sense, but the policemen did nothing the whole night after all and should be considered innocent. They were tormented for half the night and when they heard the reprimand, they were filled with anger again.

To make up for his depressed colleagues, Sheriff Albert decided to treat them to breakfast and a cup of coffee. He had recently received a large sum of money from a big shot friend who was traveling with Mr. Bello to keep quiet.

Although there are twenty or thirty people here, breakfast is not a full meal after all, so not much can be eaten.

Albert raised his arm and the black guards of the country followed him to the nearest cafe. As they walked, Albert was glad that the temporary governor rode away alone in the face of the harsh criticism of the clergy, otherwise he would have to treat him to a meal.

After breakfast, the police looked at Albert differently.

Although they were the king's guards, their salary was not much, even the sheriff was the same. Albert's actions were enough to win him a reputation for generosity.

After eating bread and drinking coffee, they regained their spirits. Accusing the temporary chief and discussing the extraordinary abilities displayed by those mysterious people became hot topics among them.

There are several policemen who are from the navy and are no strangers to these extraordinary abilities - the more disorderly a place is, the easier it is for people with special abilities to stand out.

Albert had a heated discussion with them. He was also a fan of mysticism, although he was an amateur, but he had seen a lot of strange things in the past few days. He urgently needed a group of knowledgeable people to improve his experience through conversation. By the way, they could also share their experience in handling case records and improve the office efficiency of this industry.

He needed no special reason to do so, for he was a patriot.

After filling their stomachs and spending a lot of time chatting, they left the cafe and strolled leisurely on the street, enjoying the break after the temporary mission.

Many people came up to talk to me along the way. These local residents did not trust the police at first, but because the sheriff had been abolished and the South District had been uneasy in the past few days with gunshots everywhere, more and more people finally started to go to the police to report crimes.

In Albert's eyes, this was a good opportunity to gain the trust of the people.

But the South District is not his jurisdiction, so he has no control over it.

Several police officers in charge of the South District stopped for a moment and registered the case for them according to the advice Albert had provided earlier, promising to transfer it to colleagues on duty later. This was unimaginable in the past, as they were not so dedicated, but people would be kinder when they were full.

However, not all reports are normal.

An old man wearing exquisite grey plush pajamas and a pointed nightcap stood in front of the police with a pillow in his arms, expressing his needs with a sad face, but his words were incoherent due to excessive excitement.

"Black Hat, this is a very big deal! A very big deal! You are supported by my taxes, you must help Nina, you have an obligation to help Nina!"

His saliva was flying everywhere, his eyes were bulging, and the clothes he was wearing were made of good material, which made people feel that this was a very big deal.

The police officers immediately took it seriously.

"Who is Nina? What happened?"

The old man rushed over quickly with small steps. He grabbed the nearest police officer's shoulders and ignored the pillow in his arms that fell to the ground. "Nina is my child. She has always been a spirited girl, healthy and with a good voice. She sings for a long time every day. But she suddenly fell ill today and didn't say a word. Do you understand the seriousness of the matter?!"

The police officer he caught swallowed his saliva at the crazy eyes and said, "I think this kind of thing should be handled by a doctor."

The other police officers thought the same after hearing this.

The old man let go of his hand, took two steps back, and waved his hands in grief and anger.

"Why don't you understand?! Nina eats the most exquisite food every day and receives the most careful care. It's impossible for her to get sick! She is scared to death now. She trembles when she sees me." After accusing, he made a decisive judgment: "It must be the work of wizards! They have been stirring up trouble recently, so Wei Aodi has become like this!"

The anger stayed on the wrinkled old face for a while before turning into sorrow, with tears leaking from the corners of his eyes:

"She woo--she won't even wag her tail!"

Fuck your mother, it turns out to be a dog!

The police didn't want to bother with him at all until the old man said that he was the owner of eleven properties near the South District Station and was willing to pay hundreds of gold pounds to treat the dog.

This is even more refreshing than coffee.

The policemen who had not slept all night followed the old man again. Albert also went, but he had to defend himself. This was not for money. He mainly wanted to broaden his horizons and see what could affect a dog that barked all day long.

Nearly thirty police officers were searching inside and outside the house of the rich old madman, who was still hugging his dog and acting crazy. Albert was really feeling suffocated, so he and several of his colleagues planned to go out and check somewhere farther away. After walking around for a while, they found the cause in the backyard of the house that was listed for rent under the name of the old man.

Fuck you, no wonder the dog doesn’t dare to bark.

Looking at the scenery in front of him, Albert thought painfully.

The duel continues.

Clayton raised his hands and knees from time to time to block Halcha Conlione's fast-moving attacks. During repeated defenses and changes of position, his footsteps were getting closer and closer to a corner of the courtyard, and the shadow of the tall old sycamore tree almost covered him.

But at this time, Harcha stopped, took a few steps back, and completely took Clayton and the big tree next to him into his field of vision.

The seventy-one-year-old werewolf warrior sensed Clayton's tactical intentions.

He smiled.

"You want to use this big tree to restrict the direction of my attack."

There's only one tree here, but one tree can do more than people think.

The spiral staircases in the castle are all built in a clockwise direction. The reason for this is that most people are right-handed. When the attacker wants to go upstairs, his dominant hand will be blocked by the pillar in the middle of the spiral staircase, and he will not be able to swing his weapon freely. The defenders upstairs do not have this concern and can hide behind the pillars at any time.

Now, the tree in the courtyard is equivalent to that pillar.

Clayton's original speed made it impossible to fight him head-on, but as long as he hid behind the tree, Halcha would have to get very close to him to attack him, and he couldn't kick him, which would give him a chance to catch him. If he continued to circle clockwise, Halcha would only be able to attack him with his non-dominant hand.

"How cunning!" Harcha couldn't help but sigh.

If only the younger generations in the clan could be as cunning as this enemy.

Thinking about how young his opponent was, his desire to kill him became even stronger.

"You are such a master of battle. I am truly honored to kill you." Clayton was not only impressed by the other party's rich experience, but also by the fact that he could see through his temporary layout with just a casual glance.

This person really can't stay for long.

"There are only four minutes left, Lord Harcha. If you want to kill me, please come closer." Clayton turned behind the tree, leaving only the left half of his face exposed, his yellow animal eyes staring at Harcha quietly.

"it is good!"

Harcha tightened his belt again and strode towards Clayton, his green wolf eyes full of murderous intent.

squeak-

Suddenly, the back door of the house was opened. The two werewolves looked over at the same time and saw several policemen in black hats and black clothes standing there.

The leader was Sheriff Albert, whom Clayton knew.

When the sheriff saw the werewolf, his face instantly wrinkled, revealing a look of extreme pain. It was obvious that he wanted to leave, but his companions behind him stopped him.

Due to formalities, he had to speak.

"Gentlemen, what are you doing here?"

"We are dueling." Halcha said frankly. As a noble, he had to maintain some dignity in front of the public instead of acting recklessly like the guards.

"Uh--in that case, I'm afraid I can't let you go on," said Albert, extremely embarrassed.

"This is private land. It's illegal for you to duel here."