As for Macon and Lydia who were left at the train station, they dispersed inside the station, each guarding two adjacent entrances.
There were more passengers coming and going in the station today than they had imagined. Quite a number of people were leaving Weiodi. At lunch time, the crowd did not decrease but increased in number, gradually filling up the empty platform. The two werewolves standing in the crowd could not see each other's faces at all, and could only use hearing and smell to complete their current work.
This was once a place controlled by the Conleone family, but now they feel uneasy here like strangers.
When the nearest train left with its passengers and the crowd on the platform became sparse, Ma Kong suddenly jumped off the tracks and crossed to Lydia's side.
"What are you doing here?" Lydia asked him with a frown.
"Not in good shape, are you?" Ma Kong stared at her beautiful face, then turned away uncomfortably, pointing to one side and said, "I just heard a familiar voice outside the train station. It wasn't Sorodan and the others, but someone else from the clan. Maybe we should go out and see if we can help."
Lydia's expression softened. "We don't need two people to do this. You stay here and follow Gerhardt's orders. I'll go pick them up."
Ma Kong opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out.
Lydia ignored him and pushed through the crowd to run out of the train station.
In a sewage-filled alley outside the station, she found the clan member, an elder she knew well and also worked under her father. He was injured at the moment, crouching in a hidden corner with his bleeding abdomen covered. In this place separated by only a wall, the hustle and bustle of the street outside could not affect here.
Lydia pricked up her ears, carefully distinguishing the flow of smell and breath, and only approached after making sure there were no enemies here.
"Lydia, did your father ask you to come here?" The werewolf recognized her. He sat up a little with difficulty, but still covered the wound to prevent his intestines from flowing out.
"No, I was on another mission nearby and rushed over when I heard your voice. How did you get injured? Do you need me to take you to a doctor first?" Lydia walked up to him and wanted to help him up, but was refused.
"No thanks, I'm not that easy to die. The important thing is the mission." He panted and said, "Alexander Eleven, you should know him and have seen him. We have been monitoring this engineer. Some forces wanted to take him away. I stopped some people, but I didn't expect that more than one group of people were targeting him. Later, some people followed him. After I realized this, I wanted to take him back to the clan first, but I was suddenly attacked on the way."
The seriously injured werewolf took a breath and said, "If your mission is not that important, then do it for me. This is something the clan leader personally asked your father to do. It is more important than anything else. Don't let your father down."
Lydia nodded silently.
Her elder looked at the saddle bag hidden on the side of her skirt, where a pistol was hidden, with a faint protrusion. A faint smile appeared on his face, which was covered with cold sweat due to pain.
"You can set off now. Their scent has not yet dissipated. Now is a good time to track them. If you really can't bring Alexander back, just shoot him and don't let him fall into the hands of others."
Lydia nodded again, then turned and followed the smell.
There were three people attacking her elder, but she was confident that she could defeat her opponents.
In any situation, a sneak attack is always more advantageous than a head-on assault. Her elder was much stronger than her, but he was seriously injured because he didn't have time to react in the sneak attack.
The werewolves were all wearing clothes suitable for transformation, but those clothes were not suitable for women, and they would make Lydia stand out. She was still wearing a skirt, which was a disadvantage for enemies who knew the characteristics of the Conlionai family members, but for strangers, the skirt could relax their guard.
Lydia was now absolutely certain that the people who attacked her uncle were members of a society from outside. Otherwise, they would have known the inhuman nature of the Conleone family and would not leave until they saw him die.
She followed the scent, heading north.
Albert never married and had no special personal hobbies. The time he looked forward to most in the day was meal time. Delicious food gave him a sense of reality and was an important motivation for him to work hard.
But from last night to today's three meals after noon, his tongue could not taste anything.
When his colleague who initially accompanied him to the cafe asked him what happened afterwards, he remained silent.
What happened that day was so exciting that he still felt like he was dreaming. He really didn't expect that Mr. Bello would be such a person - or not a human being at all, and he even killed three people in the street.
When it returned to the house after the murder, Albert was under the table it had been standing on and heard the dull sound of the corpse hitting the tabletop and the harsh sound of its nails scratching on the painted wood.
The most terrifying thing was that he had no power to resist and watched with his own eyes the blood flowing down the edge of the table, forming a circle that was almost sealed.
At the end of the day, the gentleman who did not say his name but was obviously an important person pointed a gun to his head and forced him to transport Mr. Bello out and keep the events of the day secret forever. If he failed to do so, his mouth might never open again.
Albert was a smart man. He knew what had to be done and what could not be done, so he agreed immediately.
Terms like Hell Building, blood politics, power oppression, and currying favor with the powerful seemed to disappear when he was faced with the choice between life and death.
Fortunately, the people killed by the werewolves did not seem to be good people, and perhaps the "Death in Self-Defense" regulations in the kingdom's laws could be applied to defend it. After Albert recovered his spirit, he did not have too much condemnation in his conscience, and the remaining concerns were only related to simple psychological trauma and physical condition.
Because of the close proximity to the roar, his eyes were bloodshot and his ears were ringing. However, since he had just arrived in the East District, he could not ask for leave directly. He needed to do his best to improve the working conditions here. If some recording methods and project management regulations were not developed as precedents from the beginning, it would be difficult to make adjustments in the future because of many obstacles.
The Royal Police is not something that has only appeared this year. It was born in Asia New Area and has been around for nearly ten years now.
Albert was puzzled by this request. It was obvious that they were discussing some secrets, but what secrets did the Sincere Brotherhood have?
Suddenly, his face changed. It turned out that he was thinking about what happened yesterday. He immediately remembered a widely circulated legend - a believer who was coerced by the devil was suffering every day, but he could not tell the truth to others. Suddenly one day, a beggar monk he met on the road saw this believer and revealed the secret he had been hiding, and then helped him expel the devil.
Yes, Albert has always been convinced of the existence of these mysterious powers. Since he had encountered a werewolf yesterday, it was reasonable for him to encounter the mysterious ascetic who was also a legend today.
He had promised the unknown gentleman that he would keep Mr. Bello's secret, and he considered himself a tight-lipped man. But if there was some god who could predict what would happen to him and took the initiative to mention it to him, then he could not be blamed.
Albert immediately agreed to the ascetic's request and devoutly made the sign of the Holy Cross on his chest.
When they reached the secluded spot behind the police station, the Dervish turned and looked at him.
“My name is Mhlanga and my fellow believers say you have a heart full of compassion and a heart for justice.”
His calm tone was like a teacher talking to a student. Albert subconsciously made a cross-column gesture: "I can't say these are wrong. Well, I am honored to receive such evaluation from them."
"Very good, then I have one last question."
The ascetic looked into his eyes and asked, "Are you still loyal to the royal family and willing to go through fire and water for the safety of this country?"
This question was not what Albert had expected, and he found it a little strange, but he still didn't need to think about answering it.
"Although I have been retired for many years, my loyalty has not faded."
The ascetic nodded, and reached his only remaining hand into a bloodless wound on his chest, and took out a dark blue certificate and unfolded it in front of Albert. The documents and seals on it made Albert's pupils tremble.
"Captain Albert, you are now recruited by the Kingdom Intelligence Department."
"Me?"
Albert dropped his hands behind his back in bewilderment. This was really unexpected. The werewolf story he had prepared several times in his mind was suddenly of no use.
This was not the legend he had imagined, but it was a legend in another army.
"Kingdom Intelligence? How can I confirm your identity?" He knew that such a document existed, but had never seen a genuine one.
The ascetic inserted the certificate back. "Don't be silly, Sheriff. If the officials here who are qualified to know my identity are still loyal to the crown, would I come to you?"
"That's true. So what should I do for you now?" Albert's Adam's apple rolled up and down.
"The Basby family has imprisoned a man with long green hair in the railway company building. Try to see him, ask him for a safe address, and then send this letter to him."
The ascetic subconsciously used his broken arm to reach into his trouser pocket, causing the wound to hit violently, and the broken flesh at his wrist began to twitch. He remained calm and changed his hand to take it, but more and more sweat beads oozed from his forehead.
"Or is there a way for you to send a letter to the Sasha Municipality in the name of official business, so that you don't have to risk sending this letter, which only contains one sentence - 'They are trying to upset the balance'."
Albert took the letter and asked hesitantly again.
"Excuse me, but why didn't you inform your superiors? Besides, I heard that people like you shouldn't appear in front of us directly."
"Because we are running out of time, some things must be prepared early. As for the answer to the other question," Mhlanga shook his severed hand in front of him:
“I’m going to retire soon.”
There were more passengers coming and going in the station today than they had imagined. Quite a number of people were leaving Weiodi. At lunch time, the crowd did not decrease but increased in number, gradually filling up the empty platform. The two werewolves standing in the crowd could not see each other's faces at all, and could only use hearing and smell to complete their current work.
This was once a place controlled by the Conleone family, but now they feel uneasy here like strangers.
When the nearest train left with its passengers and the crowd on the platform became sparse, Ma Kong suddenly jumped off the tracks and crossed to Lydia's side.
"What are you doing here?" Lydia asked him with a frown.
"Not in good shape, are you?" Ma Kong stared at her beautiful face, then turned away uncomfortably, pointing to one side and said, "I just heard a familiar voice outside the train station. It wasn't Sorodan and the others, but someone else from the clan. Maybe we should go out and see if we can help."
Lydia's expression softened. "We don't need two people to do this. You stay here and follow Gerhardt's orders. I'll go pick them up."
Ma Kong opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out.
Lydia ignored him and pushed through the crowd to run out of the train station.
In a sewage-filled alley outside the station, she found the clan member, an elder she knew well and also worked under her father. He was injured at the moment, crouching in a hidden corner with his bleeding abdomen covered. In this place separated by only a wall, the hustle and bustle of the street outside could not affect here.
Lydia pricked up her ears, carefully distinguishing the flow of smell and breath, and only approached after making sure there were no enemies here.
"Lydia, did your father ask you to come here?" The werewolf recognized her. He sat up a little with difficulty, but still covered the wound to prevent his intestines from flowing out.
"No, I was on another mission nearby and rushed over when I heard your voice. How did you get injured? Do you need me to take you to a doctor first?" Lydia walked up to him and wanted to help him up, but was refused.
"No thanks, I'm not that easy to die. The important thing is the mission." He panted and said, "Alexander Eleven, you should know him and have seen him. We have been monitoring this engineer. Some forces wanted to take him away. I stopped some people, but I didn't expect that more than one group of people were targeting him. Later, some people followed him. After I realized this, I wanted to take him back to the clan first, but I was suddenly attacked on the way."
The seriously injured werewolf took a breath and said, "If your mission is not that important, then do it for me. This is something the clan leader personally asked your father to do. It is more important than anything else. Don't let your father down."
Lydia nodded silently.
Her elder looked at the saddle bag hidden on the side of her skirt, where a pistol was hidden, with a faint protrusion. A faint smile appeared on his face, which was covered with cold sweat due to pain.
"You can set off now. Their scent has not yet dissipated. Now is a good time to track them. If you really can't bring Alexander back, just shoot him and don't let him fall into the hands of others."
Lydia nodded again, then turned and followed the smell.
There were three people attacking her elder, but she was confident that she could defeat her opponents.
In any situation, a sneak attack is always more advantageous than a head-on assault. Her elder was much stronger than her, but he was seriously injured because he didn't have time to react in the sneak attack.
The werewolves were all wearing clothes suitable for transformation, but those clothes were not suitable for women, and they would make Lydia stand out. She was still wearing a skirt, which was a disadvantage for enemies who knew the characteristics of the Conlionai family members, but for strangers, the skirt could relax their guard.
Lydia was now absolutely certain that the people who attacked her uncle were members of a society from outside. Otherwise, they would have known the inhuman nature of the Conleone family and would not leave until they saw him die.
She followed the scent, heading north.
Albert never married and had no special personal hobbies. The time he looked forward to most in the day was meal time. Delicious food gave him a sense of reality and was an important motivation for him to work hard.
But from last night to today's three meals after noon, his tongue could not taste anything.
When his colleague who initially accompanied him to the cafe asked him what happened afterwards, he remained silent.
What happened that day was so exciting that he still felt like he was dreaming. He really didn't expect that Mr. Bello would be such a person - or not a human being at all, and he even killed three people in the street.
When it returned to the house after the murder, Albert was under the table it had been standing on and heard the dull sound of the corpse hitting the tabletop and the harsh sound of its nails scratching on the painted wood.
The most terrifying thing was that he had no power to resist and watched with his own eyes the blood flowing down the edge of the table, forming a circle that was almost sealed.
At the end of the day, the gentleman who did not say his name but was obviously an important person pointed a gun to his head and forced him to transport Mr. Bello out and keep the events of the day secret forever. If he failed to do so, his mouth might never open again.
Albert was a smart man. He knew what had to be done and what could not be done, so he agreed immediately.
Terms like Hell Building, blood politics, power oppression, and currying favor with the powerful seemed to disappear when he was faced with the choice between life and death.
Fortunately, the people killed by the werewolves did not seem to be good people, and perhaps the "Death in Self-Defense" regulations in the kingdom's laws could be applied to defend it. After Albert recovered his spirit, he did not have too much condemnation in his conscience, and the remaining concerns were only related to simple psychological trauma and physical condition.
Because of the close proximity to the roar, his eyes were bloodshot and his ears were ringing. However, since he had just arrived in the East District, he could not ask for leave directly. He needed to do his best to improve the working conditions here. If some recording methods and project management regulations were not developed as precedents from the beginning, it would be difficult to make adjustments in the future because of many obstacles.
The Royal Police is not something that has only appeared this year. It was born in Asia New Area and has been around for nearly ten years now.
Albert was puzzled by this request. It was obvious that they were discussing some secrets, but what secrets did the Sincere Brotherhood have?
Suddenly, his face changed. It turned out that he was thinking about what happened yesterday. He immediately remembered a widely circulated legend - a believer who was coerced by the devil was suffering every day, but he could not tell the truth to others. Suddenly one day, a beggar monk he met on the road saw this believer and revealed the secret he had been hiding, and then helped him expel the devil.
Yes, Albert has always been convinced of the existence of these mysterious powers. Since he had encountered a werewolf yesterday, it was reasonable for him to encounter the mysterious ascetic who was also a legend today.
He had promised the unknown gentleman that he would keep Mr. Bello's secret, and he considered himself a tight-lipped man. But if there was some god who could predict what would happen to him and took the initiative to mention it to him, then he could not be blamed.
Albert immediately agreed to the ascetic's request and devoutly made the sign of the Holy Cross on his chest.
When they reached the secluded spot behind the police station, the Dervish turned and looked at him.
“My name is Mhlanga and my fellow believers say you have a heart full of compassion and a heart for justice.”
His calm tone was like a teacher talking to a student. Albert subconsciously made a cross-column gesture: "I can't say these are wrong. Well, I am honored to receive such evaluation from them."
"Very good, then I have one last question."
The ascetic looked into his eyes and asked, "Are you still loyal to the royal family and willing to go through fire and water for the safety of this country?"
This question was not what Albert had expected, and he found it a little strange, but he still didn't need to think about answering it.
"Although I have been retired for many years, my loyalty has not faded."
The ascetic nodded, and reached his only remaining hand into a bloodless wound on his chest, and took out a dark blue certificate and unfolded it in front of Albert. The documents and seals on it made Albert's pupils tremble.
"Captain Albert, you are now recruited by the Kingdom Intelligence Department."
"Me?"
Albert dropped his hands behind his back in bewilderment. This was really unexpected. The werewolf story he had prepared several times in his mind was suddenly of no use.
This was not the legend he had imagined, but it was a legend in another army.
"Kingdom Intelligence? How can I confirm your identity?" He knew that such a document existed, but had never seen a genuine one.
The ascetic inserted the certificate back. "Don't be silly, Sheriff. If the officials here who are qualified to know my identity are still loyal to the crown, would I come to you?"
"That's true. So what should I do for you now?" Albert's Adam's apple rolled up and down.
"The Basby family has imprisoned a man with long green hair in the railway company building. Try to see him, ask him for a safe address, and then send this letter to him."
The ascetic subconsciously used his broken arm to reach into his trouser pocket, causing the wound to hit violently, and the broken flesh at his wrist began to twitch. He remained calm and changed his hand to take it, but more and more sweat beads oozed from his forehead.
"Or is there a way for you to send a letter to the Sasha Municipality in the name of official business, so that you don't have to risk sending this letter, which only contains one sentence - 'They are trying to upset the balance'."
Albert took the letter and asked hesitantly again.
"Excuse me, but why didn't you inform your superiors? Besides, I heard that people like you shouldn't appear in front of us directly."
"Because we are running out of time, some things must be prepared early. As for the answer to the other question," Mhlanga shook his severed hand in front of him:
“I’m going to retire soon.”
