Chapter 97 Race against time

Detective Hook plans an attack on Bruno.

This is new information that Clayton learned from the interrogation.

In other words, Detective Hook knew "once", but Clayton thought it couldn't be just one time.

Athena Bai Luge did not give up so easily.

He asked Volentin and Barbara to report the case to the General Security Bureau and try to get the matter in the newspapers so as to cut off the connection between Detective Hook and the government departments. He himself went to the Bruno Detective Agency to take a look.

The situation, if Bruno is still alive now, he will bring him back.

Since Detective Hook is a human being, he has no worries.

Once their murder plot is exposed, no one will speak for them.

Things are going very smoothly.

Clayton arrived at Bruno Detective Agency very quickly, so fast that he felt that after finishing his work here, he might have enough time left to get home and prepare dinner (which he did not do).

Bruno was not at home at the moment. After asking the surrounding residents, Clayton learned that he had left not long ago.

Here, Bruno's clues were completely cut off.

Under the plate filled with meat bones, a corner of white paper was exposed.

The man grabbed his throat and ran away, naturally ignoring his companion.

"We just joined the gang not long ago"

Clayton frowned. He still remembered that this was the name of Bruno's dwarf assistant. Although they were not friendly when they met, the stubborn dwarf was also a gentleman with limits.

The scent tracking ability doesn't work very well here.

"I don't know, it was Sanders who asked us to teach the people who are looking for Bruno a lesson!"

Someone fired a shot here, but it is unknown whether anyone was injured. He found no blood on the ground or walls.

Playing cards, broken hat, beer bottle, ashtray

Nothing more valuable exists here.

He could easily take down an opponent of this level before he became a werewolf, and now. The only thing the lieutenant is worried about is that these bastards come back alive to find more bastards, and eventually make it into the news.

"What did Bruno say to you that made you so hostile to me?"

At the entrance of an alley, Clayton stopped.

For some reason, he suddenly thought of Simon, the sphinx, who was now helping Galid.

Clayton suddenly felt a chill.

He lost track of Bruno.

This is a well-traveled alley, and the gray rough stones underfoot have long since been polished.

There may be other possibilities, but Clayton lacks clues.

Nothing at all.

In violent gangs, cultural people are also indispensable, and they also have a place to use paper.

And his accomplices made the same preparations.

In other words, "walked in" here.

The blade is coated with low-quality dark paint to prevent it from reflecting light between your fingers.

In the alcohol-filled air, he walked past the scattered card tables. Beer bottle caps and penny coins were mixed together because of the same color, and were ignored by their owners. But if that was all, here was another

It seems too peaceful, but the naked posters on the wall and the wounds caused by daggers on the table have a gang atmosphere.

The Gray Hats were a local gang, but Clayton didn't remember them providing such services.

The lieutenant's stop attracted the attention of some people - the two men wearing gray flat hats who were leaning against the wall and smoking now straightened up and leaned over.

One of the Gray Hat gangsters was punched on the head. Before they could see what happened, they instantly lost their balance and staggered down.

However, the precipitation of gunpowder smoke is still very clear.

"That's right. A friend of mine said he was waiting for me here, but now he doesn't know where he is."

Gang members are local residents. There is no place in this area that they have not walked through, and their smell is everywhere.

There is also a conjecture that Bruno was shot and the Gray Hats discovered him. For some reason, they thought someone else was targeting their gang members, so they moved their base.

Clayton prayed for their lives while clenching his fists to greet them.

"Are you looking for someone?" one of them asked.

It was obviously the same hitting method, but it had the opposite effect on the human body. The lieutenant had to marvel at the wonders of the human body.

"Keep your voice down, thank you."

But because he didn't want to cause trouble, he never relied on this relationship to meet the "friends" of the Gray Hat Gang.

This decision was not in vain. When he once again walked past a table with leftovers, he suddenly caught sight of something unusual out of the corner of his eye.

That person is rude, short-sighted, fickle and mercenary.

Someone set a fire in front of the office before, and Bruno went out to find someone to put out the fire himself. Then he ran away in a hurry, probably to notify the sheriff, but the housewives here did not see any law enforcement officers coming.

Bruno is actually in contact with the Gray Hats, and sometimes even gives ideas for their actions. That's why Clayton, a resident of St. Mored Parish, knows about the gang in St. Alvin Parish.

Seeing his actions, the lieutenant couldn't help but worry about the future of the city.

"Didn't he say why?"

"I know." Clayton threw him down and pointed at him: "Find a serious job, or meet a ruthless person similar to me one day, but I am not as lucky as today."

The gray hat gang member muttered and raised his hand to touch his hat, and he took out a blade from the built-in hard brim.

"Where will your people gather?"

First, Bruno sought refuge from the Gray Hats after being attacked by Detective Hook, hiding in a place where the detective thought he would never be discovered.

"Fang Bottle Street."

"poor guy,"

The two members of the Gray Hat Gang were not moved by his defense. Instead, they seemed to have made up their minds and pounced on him even more fiercely.

Since there is no blood left, even if someone was really shot, the smell of blood should have dissipated long ago.

Clayton broke into the Gray Hat gang's stronghold on Bottle Street.

As they approached, Clayton took off his hat and put it on his chest, squinting his eyes and pretending that the matter was not serious. He always made good use of resources, even a heinous bastard had merits.

If he had not joined the Presbyterian Church, he might have joined some other gang, maybe the Gray Hats, just because he couldn't find a job.

I don’t know how many people have passed through here since the morning. In this air, a large amount of human smell diluted Bruno’s singularity.

"Bruno is also my friend, hasn't he told you?" Clayton made a last-ditch effort to fight for peace.

The Gray Hat Gang didn't leave anyone to guard here, and the only thing he had to deal with was the door lock.

Clayton picked up one and used the same method to wake him up.

Clayton now has two conjectures.

The smell at the door was so strong that the werewolf easily tracked it two streets away.

He regrets it now.

The future described by the Presbyterians seems to be very close at hand.

The gang member struggled and tried to break Clayton's hands to get some relief on his neck.

Clayton didn't want to admit it, so he searched again.

This may have recorded something.

He walked over and pulled out the paper. However, it was not written in a straightforward style like an article, but instead a series of drafts of numerical calculations.

The meaning they represent has nothing to do with the balance of accounts, but they are indeed calculating the content of certain things.

The above uses some formulas that are rarely used in real life, but Clayton feels familiar. He has seen similar calculation methods - in the notebook of an artillery commander who often sneaks out of the barracks to drink.
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