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Detective Hook plans an attack on Bruno.

This is new information that Clayton learned from the interrogation.

Or maybe the Hook detectives knew "once," but Clayton thought it couldn't just be once.

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

Since Detective Hook is human, he has no worries.

Once their plot to commit murder comes to light, no one will speak for them.

Things are going very well.

Clayton arrived at the 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.

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 the law enforcement officers coming.

The scent was strong at the door, and the werewolf tracked it two streets away without difficulty.

At the entrance of an alley, Clayton stopped.

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

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 singleness.

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

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

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

He lost track of Bruno.

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

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

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

"That's right. One of my friends said he was waiting for me here, but now he doesn't know where he is."

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 has always made good use of resources, even if he is a heinous bastard, he still has merit.

"poor guy,"

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

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

And his accomplices made similar preparations.

"Bruno is also my friend. Didn't he tell you?" Clayton made a last-ditch effort for peace.

Bruno was actually in contact with the Gray Hats, and even sometimes gave advice for their actions, so the residents of St. Mored Parish in Creighton knew about the gangs in St. Alvin Parish.

But out of fear of getting into trouble, he never relied on this relationship to meet his "friends" from the Gray Hats.

He regrets it now.

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.

Clayton prayed for their lives and greeted them with clenched fists.

He could easily handle opponents of this level before he became a werewolf, not now. The lieutenant's only concern was that these bastards would come back alive to find more bastards and end up making the news in the newspapers.

"Keep your voice down, thank you."

His strikes were like lightning. Before any of the Gray Hat gangsters could see what was happening, one of them received a punch on the head. He instantly lost his balance and staggered down.

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

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.

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

The gang member struggled, forcing Clayton's hands to get relief on his neck.

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

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.

"Didn't he say why?"

"We just joined the gang not long ago"

"Where will your people gather?"

"Fang Bottle Street."

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

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

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

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

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.

Clayton suddenly felt a chill.

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

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

In other words, "walked in" here.

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

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 walls and the wounds caused by daggers on the table have a gang atmosphere.

Nothing at all.

Playing cards, broken hats, beer bottles, ashtrays

Nothing more valuable exists here.

Clayton now has two guesses.

One is that after Bruno was attacked by Detective Hook, he sought shelter from the Gray Hats and hid in a place where the detective thought he would never be discovered.

Another theory is that Bruno was shot and the Gray Hats discovered him. For some reason, they thought someone else was targeting their own gang members, so they moved their base.

There might be something else, but Clayton lacks a clue.

The ability to track scent doesn't work very well here.

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

Here, Bruno's clues were completely cut off.

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

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.

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

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

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.