Werewolf hunting rules

When officers and soldiers are bored, they usually sit together and smoke and occasionally chat about recent events.

This process is a kind of entertainment, but most of the time it is just entertainment for the officers.

Superiors order subordinates to tell their colleagues' secrets or shameful things they have done, and laugh at their embarrassment or fake smiles, in order to have fun in this way.

Major Doron would not do that.

He found it boring so he just smoked.

But someone wanted to talk to him.

The chaplain sat down in the rubble next to him, showing no signs of being stung at all, and with a serious look on his face, which reminded him of the image of some insensitive nerds in school.

"Major, you made me do the devil's thing."

The major didn't care about his accusation: "Come on, we just killed so many people and we became devils. Devils are everywhere on the front line. We rely on devils to win, we also rely on devils to gain wealth, and we rely on devils to gain wealth." To improve the status of our people, the entire country relied on the devil to prosper, and the queen also gave the devil a title. I respect you, but please wash your eyes and see the reality clearly."

The minister's expression was anything but pleasant.

Although he had the ability to refute the Major on this statement, the fact that the other party would say such a thing meant that any debate was invalid.

"You have your point, but it is true that it goes against the original statement. When you and I went out, I thought we were just here to send people to jail, and there was no need to shoot."

"How can being sent to prison be enough? You don't think we can get what we want by peaceful means, do you?" The major took a long puff of cigarette and let the smoke blow out from his nostrils and between his teeth, like a legendary evil spirit. The dragon is breathing. The technical level and quality of tobacco made the soldiers on the side look envious: "There are ruthless characters behind these bastards, and some even directly provide political funds to members of the House of Commons. If we just robbed this place, but let them go back alive, We are really in trouble."

"This obviously doesn't make sense. Since their bosses are ruthless people, wouldn't it be easier for us to kill their people and be retaliated against?"

Major Doron held a cigarette between his two fingers. He didn't like to explain to others, but this pastor was appointed by the church to help, and he also contributed a lot during this time.

"Pastor, if I and a beggar in rags appeared in front of you at the same time, and someone accused one of us of stealing a piece of personal luggage, and neither of us said a word, who do you think was guilty?" His smoking hand moved downward, and the ashes fell to the ground.

This question is easy to answer, but the military chaplain is in a bit of a dilemma.

In ordinary people's understanding, of course only people who are short of money are more likely to commit crimes, but the public teachings of the Baijiao state that clergy cannot judge people by their appearance. If he answers like this, then he will be classified as a person with bad conduct in the church.

"I need to observe your behavior before I can make a judgment."

"This is also a way." The major nodded, "What if we all defend ourselves?"

The chaplain's answer remained unchanged: "Even if you all open your mouth, I would need to do some questioning to detect lies."

"Great, then if one of me and this beggar speaks up to argue, and the other remains silent, what answer will you give?"

"I think it was the one who kept silent who stole because he didn't tell what he had done," the chaplain said uncertainly.

Snapped!

Major Doron spit out his cigarette butt, clapped loudly, then jumped up and stood in front of the priest with his arms spread out. Behind him was the entrance to the tunnel where the massacre had been done.

"That's right, now let's see who is the silent party between us and these corpses on the ground? Who can defend themselves?"

The chaplain understood immediately. He wanted to stand up, but in the end he didn't.

"You're such an asshole!"

"No matter what you say, as long as our mouths can still open and close to speak, there will always be a solution to the problem, and it will be 100% certain. Yes, their bosses will definitely have trouble with us, but it doesn't matter, we are not like those small citizens, You have to find a way to make a living by yourself. Holy land and military camps, these are the safest places in the world. As long as we have legitimate reasons to exempt ourselves from direct punishment by our superiors, and no one can refute us, then everything here will become irrelevant. And there will be people willing to protect us.”

"Who would think that?"

"Those who believe that they will do worse things than us in the future, if they don't speak up for us, will have to embarrass themselves in the future. Pastor, just wait and see, the fire hasn't started yet."

Having said this, Doron bent down and patted the military chaplain on the shoulder.

"So don't be angry anymore. Although these people are dead, it is better for everyone if they die."

The chaplain looked at Doron's brown eyes, which looked nothing like the eyes of a middle-aged man - the flame of ambition was burning fiercely inside.

He heard that this officer was a foreigner, a noble warrior who had retired from the most dangerous colony. Because of the habits he had developed in the past, he had been preparing for war and promotion in the peaceful city of Sasha.

Now let this guy get his wish.

The priest tilted his head in fear: "I will remain silent in front of the bishop. You might as well worry about those peace officers and those beasts pretending to be civilized, who are just worried that the world will not be in chaos."

"What are you worried about?" the major asked with a smile: "They won't do that. These guys are no longer ferocious beasts. The beasts domesticated by civilization have lost the ability to forage in the wild. Their business in peacetime is more profitable than I was quick to rob, maybe the people of the Presbyterian Church want world peace more than we do. If I weren't already a noble, I would really want to try the curse of the dark moon."

The chaplain was very disgusted with such frivolous remarks. He turned back and looked at the major seriously.

"Don't lie."

The major shrugged at him, when a voice came from behind him.

"Major Doron."

He turned around and saw the leader of the sheriffs. The guy had more scars on his face than when he first saw him, but overall he was still an honest bastard.

"Kerry Carlo"

"It's Clayton, Mr. Major. I have some confidential things to ask you privately. Are you free now?"

"Secret?" The major clicked his tongue, raised his hand to touch his forehead, and smoothed his short blond hair back. Because he had convinced the priest, he happened to be in high spirits and didn't mind listening to this monster's request.

He adjusted his holster: "Okay, where should we choose to whisper?"

"Just this way." The Sheriff pointed in a direction.

They walked into the tunnel entrance until they were in a position where no one could hear them speaking at normal volume.

"Okay, tell me your story."

The major put one hand on the wall and the other on his hip. He was also curious about what this guy wanted to do with him.

Then a fist hit him hard in the stomach.

There is barely any sound.

The major's body quickly bowed, and he made a low "uh" sound in his throat, but that was all.

Clayton did not continue to attack, but stood there and looked at him.

"It seems that you are no ordinary person."

The power of the punch just now was enough for most ordinary people to make them lose the ability to resist, but Duolong quickly adapted.

While bowing, the major used his left hand to support the wall, causing him to roll back, and then pulled out his gun. However, he saw that opposite him, Clayton did not attack as wildly as he imagined, but stood still.

He spat on the ground, but his eyes never left the other person's side: "Are you crazy? You asked me here just for this punch?"

"No. My goal is to beat you until you vomit. If you weren't so strong, you would only need to take one punch."

The major's eyes turned to the left and then retracted: "You have also been a soldier and attacked a serving officer. You should know the consequences."

"I don't think there will be any consequences." Clayton said coldly: "The soldiers probably don't know that the city's Public Security Department is actually run by dark descendants. Do you want to make things bigger?"

The lieutenant figured this out ten minutes ago.

Major Doron asked Barron to take away the lamp because he was afraid that the soldiers would discover that these regular police officers were actually the same enemies they advertised, and that they had been living in such a heterogeneous and mixed environment. Finding out the truth would be detrimental to their morale. A serious blow.

Although the dark descendants do not dare to cause too much trouble, humans are not willing to involve themselves in such a big event.

The Presbyterian Church is an ally of the government and is a target that needs to be won over.

So if you just want to have a fight with an officer in a private setting, there really won't be any consequences.

The major spat again. He realized that he couldn't scare this guy, so he had to put the pistol back into the holster angrily.

"What's the reason?"

"What you did upset me."

"I thought I had already explained it from the beginning. Are you not satisfied with my explanation?"

"You explained it very well." Clayton's expression did not mean to praise you at all: "I want to refute you, but I can't think of how to refute it, so I am very unhappy. At the same time, I am sure that your actions are wrong. , and everything is irreversible, so I feel even more unhappy. I do have some formal questions, but that will have to wait until you finish vomiting, and it won't take up much time."

Mr. Stepan's body showed that the massacre here was completely unscreened, and anyone could die here due to bad luck.

Clayton didn't like this feeling - it was like a man-made natural disaster.

"I now believe that you were an outstanding soldier." The major said sincerely. This is really the way of the army!

He looked at Clayton's posture and became excited again.

Observing the dark descendant's attack mode will also help prepare for possible fights with each other in the future. This is also a kind of preparation, and he has not had the pleasure of it for a long time and is happy to accompany him.

"So this is a boxing match?"

"It's not a boxing match, I only use boxing." Creighton relaxed his hands and feet and told him seriously: "You can do whatever you want, but I guarantee you will vomit."

The major stopped laughing.

"Did you know that all school officers can choose to become extraordinary, and nobles are born to belong to this extraordinary world. You don't have to become a monster like you to gain powerful power."

He took off his shirt and threw it aside, and his muscles began to swell, filling the white shirt.

"And I am both a noble and a school officer. You are trying to fight against two different extraordinary inheritances. Let me see if you have this ability."