Chapter 100 100

Chapter 100 100

"Do you know what you are saying?" Mary looked at Clayton as if she were staring at a devil. Twelve carriages is the standard number for a passenger train. The density of personnel on the train is incomparable to a mine; four or five carriages might be enough to gather a hundred people. The severity of this incident is definitely much higher than an explosion in an abandoned mine; at least in the latter, most of the people who die are unknown and will not have the slightest impact on the city.

Fortunately, Clayton corrected his statement again: "Actually, twelve carriages is just my guess. It could also be a freight train with eight carriages. If we are lucky, or if they think their calculations for the train's schedule are precise, they will blow up the tracks with the purpose of stopping a certain train."

He was convinced that the curio that Athena Bellog had hired the detective Hook to deliver was of utmost importance. Although the Grail Society had cooperation with detective Hook, the Spider Priest did not mind harming this ally to keep his secret at a moment he deemed important. He had reason to believe that guiding detective Hook to arrive in Sasha City in batches was also within the calculations of that woman. The other party would not receive the curio through normal means to prevent others from snatching it from detective Hook before her. For this, she would not hesitate to stop an entire train.

That curio was absolutely an extraordinary thing. Entering the mine's black market and seeking a hiding place in the city was the arrangement she made for it. Since Joe Mani appeared in front of Clayton, this monster had already made arrangements outside the city. By the time Clayton saw her, her plan had entered its final stages. Everyone, including detective Hook, had been deceived by her. At the thought of this fact, Clayton couldn't feel hatred at first. Being able to see such a brilliant liar had the same shocking feeling for him as witnessing a legendary piece of art.

Mary could not understand the expression on his face, but she knew that standing still would not advance the conversation. "Why the difference?"

"To make a long story short, there is a curio to be delivered to Sasha City, but I don't know the size of that curio, nor whether the guards escorting it follow the rules. And the attitude of the lady who wants to get it toward her helpers will also affect the difference."

If the curio was about the same size as the placental remains of the World-Bound Whale in the abandoned Notre Dame, then the detective Hook escorting this curio would only be able to buy tickets for a passenger train. If its size was enough for one person to carry, just like the Bishop's Ring of the Inquisition still in the shop, then transporting it by passenger train wasn't bad, and it would be more covert in terms of action. But Clayton didn't know if Athena intended to find something on the corpses. If she had no mercy for the allies of detective Hook's firm, she would probably persuade them to transport the curio using a freight train. There were too many people on a passenger train, and searching corpses would be troublesome.

"I don't know why you are so clear about this, but when? You have to tell me that." Mary frowned at him.

"Today, or tomorrow."

The lieutenant threw out an unacceptable answer again.

"This is too fast."

"So we have to make a decision faster, otherwise we can't save the people on the train."

"I'll take you." Mary made up her mind: "Have you notified the General Security Department? To notify the train to stop, it must have their help."

"I have already asked someone to notify them, hoping that the reply from there will be faster."

Clayton took a sip of coffee. Although the changes in his body meant he no longer needed this drink to refresh himself, the sweetness of the sugar still made him feel energized. "Let's go to the mine first to deal with some people. They know where the refined whale oil used to make the explosion is hidden."

"Just the two of us?" Mary asked uncertainly; the way the other party answered had already given her psychological trauma.

"I have a few helpers preparing to act. They are all people who live for themselves."

"You mean they have no morality and shame."

"Not that bad, but I haven't met them many times, and I can't make a fair evaluation." Clayton put down the coffee and stood up from his seat: "Do you need to ask your boss for a leave? It's still your working time."

Mary also stood up: "No need, I will explain to him later."

They left the cafe. To save time, Mary didn't even bring her gun. Clayton took her to meet Folentin and the others at the train station, and then walked along the tracks towards the forest. He knew that to stop the train carrying the curio, he had to tamper with the tracks, but it was unclear how far from the city Athena planned to stop the train. They couldn't walk along the tracks all night, nor could they guard such a long distance.

"Stay away from me, don't get close to me!" Julius glared at the others, or things that weren't human. Clayton and the other Darkborn retreated awkwardly, almost to the corner of the mine tunnel, so that the Demon Hunter badge wouldn't vibrate again. That thing had been partially charged by the mage, but the usage time was not enough to last an hour, and the time they really needed this curio to work might be far more than that, so it couldn't be wasted.

Clayton stopped in front of the corner and looked back to estimate their distance from Julius, which was about fifty yards. The wall seemed to be able to absorb light, and he only saw a cluster of lamp fire at the end of the tunnel, and he believed the other party saw the same.

"This is as far as it gets. If we are too far apart, are you sure you can keep up?"

"I know tracking spells, I can find you no matter how far away." Julius shouted impatiently from the other side. Clayton didn't know magic, hesitated for a few seconds, but decided to set him free.

Soon, he lost Julius's information.

Mary led them to this mine, where the tunnels were dark and deep, and they needed their own oil lamps for lighting. For Darkborn like Clayton and Barbara who had dark vision, this was a very novel experience, but others would feel dizzy due to the dim visual environment, except for Folentin, who was quite adapted to the state of dizziness. But this was just an exception. Underground, this dull, sunless state cast a haze over their mood.

Before they walked to the current position, no one came out to notify them that they had arrived, or tell them they were in the wrong place, having broken into the territory of a troublesome gang. If it weren't for the fact that there were indeed many scents of living people here, Clayton would have thought Mary had brought them to the wrong place. But he could understand, which didn't mean others could.

Barbara made a faint sound at the end of the team: "Is it always like this here? I don't see anyone other than us."

Mary stopped, looked back seriously at Barbara, who immediately stopped talking, full of nervousness. If the person leading the way for them was a man, Barbara probably wouldn't have any questions, but although Mary Etta was a woman, her performance was more like a man than most men. As soon as she was stared at by her, Barbara immediately regretted her words, her eyes wandering and not daring to look directly at the other party. But in fact, when Mary put on that serious expression, it didn't mean blame, she was just thinking carefully.

"I rarely came here before, and I haven't been here since becoming a sheriff, so I really know nothing about the current situation here. However, the trading point of the black market shouldn't change, there must still be people there."

The sheriff was only responsible for the order inside the city. The mine black market was outside the city, and all conflicts that occurred there were limited to outside the city, which would not disturb the residents in the parish, and could relieve some of the pressure that the wanderers had nowhere to put, so it did not touch the sheriff's nerves.

Clayton frowned. He had to remind her not to focus her energy on useless things. "We just need to find the people of the Gray Cap Gang. Let's continue, don't stay here."

Mary thought he was right, so she didn't think any further and continued to lead them along the tunnel, constantly choosing left and right among the many branching tunnels. As they went deeper into the mine, they gradually saw traces left by human life. The discarded trash and food scraps piled in the corners of the wall made them feel at ease, which meant they were on the right path. But at the end of the team, Barbara's expression became more and more abnormal.

Pfft.

Among the many crisscrossing tunnels, a strange vibration was transmitted along the artificial well wall. A small pebble fell from the top and hit Clayton on the head.

"It seems like there is the smell of blood here."

Barbara stopped the team from moving forward again. Her green eyes stared at the darkness at the end of the tunnel. The longing in them made people believe that this was not a lie. Clayton took a deep breath and carefully distinguished the smell in the air. Barbara was right, he also smelled the smell of gunpowder, but didn't smell the smell of blood. This might be because vampires have a more sensitive sense of smell for blood than he did.

"Check your weapons, but don't shoot unless it's an emergency. Try to solve it with a knife first. The walls here are very hard because they have been reinforced. The fired projectiles may hurt ourselves after reflecting."

They paused for a while, re-checked the state of the weapons, and placed the melee weapons in a position suitable for drawing. Folentin didn't carry such weapons, but he didn't need them either.

"Folentin." Clayton called him, but found nothing to order. The power of this cursed person was not needed yet. They must first master the information of the fighting groups in the mine. Hearing is an important means. Losing sound may allow them to act covertly, but it will also reduce their channels for obtaining information.

"I've always been here, if you need me in a while, just call my name."

The guy who always couldn't sleep was unexpectedly very reliable, Clayton felt a little relieved.

Just then, they heard a sharp scream at the same time. The sound echoed underground, passing in all directions through thick rocks and logs, and the source of the sound could not be distinguished. The sound was deformed by fear. Coupled with the dim environment they were in, it was simply like being in the Seventh Hell of the White Religion mythology, and someone here was being tortured by the devil.

"You can't do this! I used to be like you! Spare me! Spare me..."

Another gunshot, and the sound died down.