Chapter 396 Lost in Wei Aodi

Clayton Bello had to admit that he had always been unlucky, and the happy time when he reunited with his relatives was a small exception in his life.

Take what happened not long ago as an example. He just wanted to anchor in a secluded place and sleep on the boat for a while before getting up to do anything. Who knew that a large aquatic animal slammed into the bottom of the boat from the water and immediately killed it? The motor crashed.

A fucking, damn, cursed fish that might actually be a darkin, otherwise there's no way to explain why it's so big. It hit the boat with its hard beak like a bird's beak, and found that it was not as soft and juicy as expected, so it left, leaving Clayton on this lonely island in the water without knowing where to go.

The boat left its original position due to the previous collision and drifted quietly with the current. Clayton was like the governor of a desert island, controlling everything but to no avail.

So he decided to eat first.

After eating seven portions of the canned whale meat stored on the ship in one go, his body regained some strength and was better than when he grabbed the ship. Although he still had a headache and a fever, he felt extremely thirsty, and his joints seemed to be rusty.

The condition did not recover with physical strength, but worsened.

Afterwards, he found a better-fitting set of clothes, a shotgun and ammunition, and some change from the body, enough for him to buy some more supplies and tickets.

He used his arms to tear open the empty cans, twisted the tin sheets together with his bare hands to form a large piece, and then used the piece as a paddle to stir the water and row the boat.

A bit slow, but okay.

As long as he can catch the next train, he is safe.

The train ticket needs to be booked early as the train won't leave in the evening. There is not enough time today. He has to stay up all night, just in time to do something to attract the attention of the Black Claw clan and prevent them from going to the trouble of the boy from before.

A liner met him on the water. The crew on it looked at Clayton's strange behavior and asked him if he needed help. He refused.

The leisurely atmosphere of the boat ride was quickly broken.

Behind Clayton there was the sound of a speedboat breaking through the waves again, the distinctive hum of an electric engine approaching, and someone shouting to greet him. When he turned around, he found that it was actually another speedboat of the Conlione family, with only two of Linde's men on board. And they were all surprised when they saw that only Clayton Bello was on board their companion's ship.

"Who are you? Where are the others?"

Clayton put down his hand on the steering wheel, jumped from the driving position to the stern of the boat, and holding the shotgun in his hand, turned around and aimed at the ship approaching from behind. The undulations of the hull caused by the violent movements did not affect him. Too much impact, his gun was steady and pointed at the new ship pilot.

"Bring the boat over slowly!"

There was a liner approaching in the distance, but Clayton didn't care at all about being seen. He is now disheveled and wearing blood-stained dirty clothes. Who would connect him with the previous respectable businessman Clayton Bello?

"Don't shoot! Don't shoot!" The two crew members did not dare to disobey his order and actually drove the ship over.

The ship could not retreat in the water. If it wanted to turn back, it could only turn the angle of the ship's bow and make the ship make a half circle in the water. The time to turn the ship's bow was enough for Clayton to aim and fire.

As the ships approached, Clayton noticed that none of them had weapons on them, which was probably why they were so obedient.

But this also made him feel strange. The ship he was currently on was originally filled with armed men. Why was there no weapons on the ship in front of him?

Did Linde give them different tasks?

When the ship was next to it, Clayton asked them to raise their hands again.

The crew members on the ship are also young people. Their appearance is different from that of the Conglione family, and their bodies are relatively thin. They should be just peripheral members who are not responsible for fighting. Looking at their young faces and frightened expressions, Clayton's index finger was still on the trigger, but he suddenly didn't want to press it.

Maybe he should kill them. The Black Claw had done him a disservice, even if they were unarmed and unprepared for a fight. He should kill them.

And he has already killed so many people, it is too late to express sympathy at this time.

But he just felt a feeling of exhaustion pouring out of his bones. It came with the disease. At first it just made him weak, but as Clayton absorbed part of the power and curse through the syringe, it Occupying more positions made him feel a loss of appetite, and as the condition worsened, it now actually suppressed part of the wolf blood's call, allowing Clayton to feel the clarity that was not affected by the curse for a long time.

At this moment, the bloodthirsty thoughts that had been haunting him suddenly disappeared.

This is not to say depression or loss, but something real and more solid growing in his body. He can't say it, but he can feel it.

Looking at the two crew members, Clayton's Adam's apple rolled up and down once, and finally the muzzle of the gun swung.

"Come to me."

After receiving his coercion, the two young men hurriedly crossed the gap between the two boats and climbed onto the bad boat he was stepping on.

When Clayton saw them all coming up, he took a step forward and boarded the good ship himself.

The sound of the motor started again, and he drove the new boat forward, leaving the original bad boat behind. The two crew members took his place on the "isolated island", and they didn't even have tools that could be used as oars. , I could only sit in the boat in confusion, watching the boat underneath me spinning with the current.

"That's all. The werewolves will find them. Then they'll know I'm alive and where I'm going." Clayton muttered to himself.

The boat moved forward quietly, cutting through the black ice-like water, and kept moving forward.

The iron-gray city scenery on both sides was endless, and no matter when and from what angle you looked at it, it seemed that the dense forest of chimneys like tall towers would always be there. The black smoke rising to the sky connected to the water surface, giving people an illusion of standing still in the dark night, and time was therefore suspended.

But some things are not illusions.

Some larger ships were coming towards them, and Clayton saw that most of the crew members on them looked uneasy, and some people were holding the railings and vomiting.

Clayton originally planned to go ashore at the nearest dock, but when he arrived, he saw a fight on the shore.

The vivid picture made the world wake up.

There were two groups of people, one group seemed to be locals, and the other group was foreign workers called Yankees. There were probably about a hundred of them in total. They were fighting in a group at the moment, and had already left several bodies at the dock.

They were dressed simply, and their weapons were also simple. The short knives used to cut knotted hemp ropes, the crowbars used to open boxes, and the hammers used to hammer nails were all their handy tools.

This kind of thing was originally quite strange, but Clayton had seen the security of Wei Aodi in the past few days, so he was not surprised.

These workers and gang members had been fighting here for a while. Clayton did not hear anyone shouting slogans or clear fighting purposes. They just roared and shouted casually, trying to swing their weapons to the opponent's head, splashing blood and smashing meat into mud.

Broken limbs, internal organs and blood were smeared all over the ground.

Their blood flowed along the ground and fell into the river and was immediately covered by the deeper black.

In the brief moment when Clayton stopped, three people were injured and fell down. Their weak bodies were kicked and stepped on by their companions and enemies at the same time, and finally disappeared in the crowd.

Many open cargo boxes were scattered on the ground. While the workers were fighting, some people were ducking and taking away the unloaded goods in the chaos.

Some fixed mechanical cranes on the dock were still running, but they were not working. The operators just turned them around and used the swinging iron hooks to intimidate the armed thugs who dared to approach, hoping to save their lives in this riot.

Compared with the blood shed here, the blood shed at the Conlionet family castle last night seemed insignificant.

Because of this collective violence, the dock was in chaos. Some ships might have intended to unload here, but seeing what happened on the dock, they could not continue to work. They could only park the ships farther away and watch the development of the incident from a distance, waiting for the maintainers of order to come, or the battle to end naturally.

These ships fell into the river like many dead fish with their stomachs turned upside down.

Clayton and they were in the same mood. He didn't know why the workers on the dock were fighting, and he had no intention of getting involved in such a dangerous incident. So he started the boat again, intending to pass through the ships gathering in front and go ashore at the dock in the next area, but he couldn't help but look back before leaving.

There were several particularly agile figures hidden in the rioting crowd. They were wearing the same clothes as the workers, and ordinary people could hardly tell the difference between them at a glance. Only people with equally extraordinary skills could quickly discover their abnormalities.

No matter how chaotic the surroundings were, these people could always stay out of it, and they would sometimes cast glances at each other.

Clayton didn't think deeply about this matter. With the precipitation of wolf blood, ordinary fights could not arouse his interest now, and the occasional questions were quickly thrown behind him. He calmly passed through this area, because there were too many ships blocking the front, which took more time than he expected.

He arrived at the next dock, where the business functions were still running well, but the ships coming and going still brought news of the riot in front. People here would occasionally cast uneasy eyes in the direction where Clayton came from, they were worried that what happened there would affect their work.

Clayton got off the boat, and before he had walked far, he saw a team of police officers rushing to the place where the riot happened. Sheriff Albert, who had helped him before, was at the front of the team.

"Albert." He subconsciously called out to the other party, hoping to get a little more help from this dedicated police officer.

Albert stopped and looked back at him, but did not recognize the man who had crossed paths with him two days ago, and even raised his gun to him.

"Sir, don't get closer, we are just about to handle official business."

Clayton sighed. He looked completely different from two days ago, and it was normal that Albert didn't recognize him. And he was carrying a shotgun now, and he didn't look like a good citizen, but more like a professional gunman hired by the rich.

In Wei Aodi, the application qualifications for gun licenses are much more relaxed than in Sasha City, so the number of dangerous elements is naturally exceptionally large.

He raised his left hand and pushed back the hair hanging in front of his forehead, revealing his face completely.

"Sheriff, we met two days ago."

Albert stared at his face, his eyes gradually widened.

"It's you!" He finally remembered Clayton, "Why did you become like this? Were you robbed?"

Clayton hummed gloomily, and the feeling of shame came late at the moment he admitted it.

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