Chapter 392 Water Raid

When Clayton Bello's blood was injected into the sick woman's body, he clearly felt that he had lost something permanently, and he became weaker.

But this is not a ritual of sharing wolf blood.

If this woman were to receive wolf blood, she would definitely not be able to survive today if she is too weak.

What Clayton gave her through the rare items was only some of the werewolf's characteristics and essence - temporarily, and even if it was just this, he paid a lot of price, and as a weak human, she still had to bear a lot of responsibility for accepting these gifts. risk.

The children gathered around their mother, waiting with concern for the results.

Just half a minute after the werewolf blood was injected, the woman let out a heavy breath, and then panted violently like a horse hit by a lead bullet in the chest. This was already considered an improvement, because she was more like a dead person before.

"Feed her food," Clayton said.

In the next period of time, a woman will gain extraordinary digestive capabilities, and taking in enough food can help her become stronger.

In many cases, people do not need to know what disease they have in order to prescribe the right medicine. As long as they have good nutrition and rest, most of the problems in the body can disappear. This is what Clayton learned in the field hospital.

The oldest boy scooped the whale meat out of the can with a spoon and stuffed the already soft fat and meat into his mother's mouth.

Maybe it was the instinct to survive, or maybe the werewolf's blood had certain qualities. Even without regaining consciousness, this woman was still swallowing food. If this continued, it was only a matter of time before she got better.

Clayton walked out the door and stopped looking at the scene. He was still wearing ill-fitting clothes until he reached the bridge.

Admittedly crude, the houses by the river were a little nicer than the Cutthroat Road. They are lined up in a row on top of the gray embankment. Looking down from here, the dark river water is long and silent, like a black ice layer. Only when you get closer can you find the amazing flow speed.

The stinky wind swept across the water, and the terrible pollution did not end everything. Except for the bubbles representing life that occasionally appeared in the water, there were also some trees on the opposite bank that survived tenaciously, standing there like scarecrows.

Perhaps before this place was not polluted, residents could see a pleasant scenery when they went out.

Several dark-colored steam cargo ships powered by coal glided across the water, tearing apart the static scene in front of them.

"Chi-" Clayton Bello sneezed strangely.

He is also sick.

Decreased reflexes, poor vision and smell, and damn high fever all appeared on him all at once.

Unlike that woman, his illness cannot be solved by eating. In addition to excessive blood loss and a night of coldness, it also includes excessive curses and heavy metal toxins. He himself doesn't know how to solve it. Maybe he needs someone who understands occult knowledge. The doctor will take care of it.

But Julius was gone.

Oh shit.

Being so sick, he now even loses the passion for swearing.

"Thank you, sir, for saving my mother's life."

The immature childish voice frightened Clayton. His eardrums had just grown and his hearing had not yet recovered. And by the river, his sense of smell was completely disabled. He didn't even notice the boy walking behind him.

"May I have your name?"

"I am Joseph," the child introduced himself.

Clayton opened his mouth. The vigilance he had always hidden prevented him from telling his real name immediately. When he reacted, he couldn't help but feel ashamed of himself.

"Just call me 'businessman'."

He couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth when he said this. It was really funny for a businessman with nothing, not even his own clothes.

I really want to kill something.

"Boy, you saved my life. I should have repaid you more, but you have also seen that I am penniless now. If you want to make a wish, now is not the time."

"No, sir, I just came to say thank you." Joseph said honestly.

"After thanking you, it's time to say goodbye," Clayton said.

"Are you leaving?"

"I have something urgent to do now. If everything goes well, I will give you something good next time. You saved me once, so you deserve something." The werewolf was a little relieved after all. Joseph was manipulated by him at first, and then because of fear She just stayed by his side to guide him, so he didn't ask him to say anything. Unexpectedly, they went to Cutthroat Trail to rob him together. This kid actually started to trust him and took the initiative to talk to him. This kind of courage is so brave at such a young age. It's not common among children.

But it’s also possible that Joseph didn’t know what killing meant.

"You have saved my mother."

Clayton sighed, not saying what was in his heart - he felt that he was more valuable than the boy's mother.

Joseph didn't understand what he was thinking, but he didn't say anything else.

"I wish you well."

Clayton shook his head: "Don't worry about me, kid. What you should worry about is yourself. Although your mother's health will get better, she can't work right away. You have to take care of so many children. You can handle it alone." ”

"I can handle it, you left money, and I still have a brother and sister." The boy said, "They work night shift and they should be home soon."

Great, Clayton no longer has to worry about him.

After letting Joseph go back inside, it was time for Clayton to think about himself.

He wanted to go to Cutthroat to get some more money, and then take the train back to Sasha City as soon as possible to avenge the Black Claw clan in his own way.

In terms of strength, he could not resist the werewolves, but in terms of political status, the Conleone family was just a small noble that was not even recorded in the Blue Blood Book, and its relationship with the local church was not good.

Clayton had been a mid-level officer of the Hussars, and knew some trustworthy friends who could mobilize a certain amount of political power.

If a few nobles were willing to vouch for him, he would be sure to make the Conleone family suffer.

Just as he was thinking this, he saw a motor boat with the Conleone family wolf head emblem sprayed on it appear from the right side of the river. It passed through the waterway silently, with a yellow waterproof cloth covering the rear end. Including the driver, four of Lind's men who he had seen in the Berdalabik dock area were sitting on the boat, and two shotguns were leaning against the seats.

These crew members wore dark wool sweaters stained with oil, and their eyes were constantly scanning the water.

They had not yet found Clayton, but in a few seconds, they should find him here.

Without thinking, Clayton immediately knew that they were looking for his and Lavin's bodies, but this group of people would inevitably be disappointed and die here. He had to spend some effort again.

The smell of the river covered the entire block, and naturally it was enough to cover Clayton, making it impossible for other werewolves to track him, but his activities on the street were not unnoticed. It was only a matter of time for the people of the Black Claw clan to find out that he was still alive.

Clayton didn't care about fighting the enemy, but someone had seen him with Joseph, and this might involve the child.

He lowered his body, turned his back to the boat, and stuck to the other side of the bridge.

The boat of the Conlionet family turned in the direction of the water flow and was passing under the bridge. A layer of fishing nets from nowhere covered the bow of the boat. Although it was quickly broken, it also caused the boat to tilt, and the crew muttered to divert their attention.

When the bow of the boat passed through the bridge hole, Clayton turned over the railing and fell straight from above, with his feet heavily stepping on the bow.

Bang!

The heavy weight caused the bow of the entire boat to suddenly press down, and the bodies of the crew members sitting on it swayed with the bumps. They were all surprised by such frequent accidents and instinctively wanted to grab things around them to maintain balance.

The crew member in the co-pilot seat realized that the newcomer was an enemy faster than others. As the front row, he had already held the shotgun in his hand. When his upper body crashed into the dashboard and the chassis with inertia, he immediately held the shotgun with both hands and tilted it in front of his chest, blocking the chassis in front of him to prevent his body from leaning forward, so as not to hit his chest on it.

He successfully stabilized his body, and then immediately turned the muzzle to aim at the enemy who jumped onto the boat.

Clayton ignored the driver next to him. His right foot was still on the bow, and his left foot kicked the enemy who was ready to shoot, hitting the barrel of the shotgun.

This immediately stopped the movement of the gun body, and the leather shoes that were stepped on also pressed the tilted gun body tightly against the chest of the crew member, nailing him to the seat. The sudden violence also twisted the crew member's finger holding the trigger.

Without stopping for this small victory, the werewolf used the enemy with a gun as a stepping stone, kicked back with his right leg, continued to move his upper body forward, passed through the middle of the two rows of seats, and then spread his hands to the left and right. The sharp black nails did not encounter any resistance and directly cut the eyeballs of the two crew members in the back row.

Screams and curses exploded under the bridge hole.

The hull swayed back and forth on the black water, stirring up waves of ripples.

All this happened in just two seconds.

The driver finally reacted. He gave up his job, loosened the steering wheel, twisted his body to hug Clayton's waist, and pushed forward desperately with his shoulders against the opponent's abdomen. The crew member on the co-pilot also broke free at this moment. He ignored the pain in his right hand, and decisively twisted Clayton's left leg with his left arm that could still move. Together with his companions, he exerted force to throw the enemy away and overturned him, and his back fell on the bow.

This was really shocking, and Clayton choked and bleed directly.

The injury affected his performance, and his condition was not as good as before, but even so, ordinary people could not overturn him. One of the two crew members who were still able to fight was a werewolf, but he was not cursed much, and he did not show the characteristics of aliens, and he did not attend the dinner in the castle last night.

At the same time, seeing his face, the werewolf crew of the Conlionai family realized the identity of this enemy.

He was ordered to recover the body, but he did not expect to deal with a living werewolf.

Both parties realized that the situation was beyond their expectations.

They could not transform now and could only fight in human form, which was really a pity.

The two crew members in the back row of the ship were still screaming and covering their eyes subconsciously, or waving their hands to resist possible enemies.

The co-pilot ignored them and gave orders to the driver.

"Grab him."

Without any hesitation, the driver immediately left his seat, rushed forward to the bow and grabbed Clayton's right leg, intending to fix him there, and let Clayton kick and not let go.

At the same time, the co-pilot stood up from his seat, raised his injured right arm, and placed a shotgun on it, aiming the muzzle at Clayton's raised upper body.

A great sense of crisis emerged from Clayton's heart. He roared, stopped attacking with his left leg, and used his right leg to wrap around the driver's neck, using all his strength to pull the body in front of him.

Bang!

The gun smoke dissipated from the muzzle, but the dead person was not the real target.

The lead bullet pierced the driver's back and Clayton's left leg, and blood and flesh flew all over the bow.

Clayton reluctantly raised his right leg and kicked the driver's body towards the co-pilot. The lubrication of blood saved him some strength. The co-pilot had no time to react, and the body of his companion had already hit him head-on with a bloody mark. The head hit his face. The huge impact made him fall back into the seat and was pressed under the body.

Without giving the enemy a chance to breathe, Clayton followed the sliding body and hit it.

The second collision made the roar brewing in the co-pilot's throat disappear. He wanted to push the body away and fight the enemy face to face, but Clayton did not give him a chance.

One after another, heavy punches hit the head of the corpse. Behind the not-so-loud blows, there was a violent force that was transmitted downward through the hard skull, slowly killing the living person underneath.

There was a painful groan at first under the corpse, but when the head of the corpse was deformed and Clayton's fists began to tremble, there was no sound from below.

When he finished dealing with the two people in the front row, the two crew members in the back row didn't know what happened. They waved their hands and shouted to their companions to report the identity and position of the enemy.

Clayton was silent. With his violently shaking hands, he pulled out the shotgun under the body and shot them one by one with the butt.

After doing all this, he endured the fatigue and blood loss, dragged his injured leg to throw the body in the front row to the back seat, then stepped to the back seat, pulled the waterproof cloth tied to the stern forward to cover the body in the back row, and finally returned to the driving seat to try to start the boat.

He would take the boat and the body to another place to reveal his whereabouts. With a bigger problem, the Conlionai family should not be entangled in the small problem here.

There are not many people in the area near the river, and the people here know the limit. They will never come out to watch the excitement when they hear the fighting, which is very good for confidentiality.

Although a decision has been made, Clayton still hopes that no one will come to cause trouble in the short term. He is really tired.

When the battle was over, his eyes went dark and he felt deflated all over. Even the hunger caused by the werewolf nature could not cover up his exhaustion at the moment. His desire to vomit was stronger than eating.

If he needed anything urgently now, it was to go to a place that was absolutely safe to sleep.

There were some canned fish in the cabinet under the dashboard. He could eat normal food before going to bed. This was one of the few things that made Clayton happy during this period.

Carefully turning the bow, Clayton turned the steering wheel, and the boat full of corpses returned to the original waterway lightly. He saw a small figure standing on the right bank.

That was Joseph.

He looked at Clayton nervously, as if he had watched the whole process.

Clayton stopped the boat at the nearest position and looked up at the boy. He did not run away, but stood there, waiting for Clayton to speak.

"Listen, if anyone asks you about what happened here, just say you were scared and saw someone climb out of the water and steal a boat to cross the river."

Clayton spat blood into the water, restarted the motor without waiting for the other party to answer, and continued to move forward.

Joseph was stunned for a few seconds, nodded where he couldn't see, and then watched the boat go a distance and then headed to the left of the river. It gradually accelerated and finally disappeared in this dark water.