Chapter 242

Clemente and Janet came dashing out of the prison and bumped right into the leader.

“Are you done talking to that prisoner? Did you get the location of that bomb?” the leader asked eagerly.

“That prisoner was dead! murdered!”

“WHAT?!” the leader cried in panic, “Impossible! This prison was heavily guarded! Permit and paperwork are mandatory at the entrance-”

Janet grabbed his shoulder urgently, “A prison guard came out about a minute ago. Where did he go?”

The leader pointed a shaky hand in a certain direction, “He went that way. But I checked his permit. He is clean-”

“Forget your stupid permit! This system doesn’t work!”

Clemente rushed forward urgently and shifted into a Lycan. Janet was at his heels, shifting into her wolf as well.

They followed the direction that the leader pointed to them and rushed outside of the castle, dashing down the mountain road.

“There is a bloody smell forward!” Clemente cried.

“That is him. Keep going!”

The full moon hung low in the night sky, casting an eerie glow over the rugged mountain landscape.

Their fur fluttered in the gushing wind as they picked up the speed.

In the near distance, they could already see the killer.

He was desperate and panting, stumbled over the uneven ground, the rhythmic thud.

of his footsteps echoing through the night.

They pressed on, closing upon the suspect.

Looming ahead of them was the edge of the mountain. A sheer cliff dropped into a dark abyss below.

As the three of them approached the edge, the killer realized he had reached a dead

end.

He skidded to a halt, turning to face Clemente and Janet with fear in his eyes.

“Hand over the stuff that you took from his pocket,” Clemente took a step forward and hissed.

There was a twisted grin on the killer’s face as he out a phone, “You mean this?”

“Who hired you to do this job!” Janet snapped, “Give us a name and turn over the phone! We might-”

“You what? Spare my life? I don’t think you will do that,” the killer snorted.

“No. We will make sure that you die without suffering,” Clemente bared his fangs, which gleamed coldly in the silver moonlight. “But I can see that you are looking for a fight!”

A loud growl rumbled from his throat as he lunged forward!

The killer shifted as well.

two Lycans met head on. A brutal

glued to the phone in the

Clemente was way stronger than the killer and she was not

was whether they could secure that phone, which may contain all

powerful strike, Clemente knocked the killer down and pinned

“Was it Agnes? Just give us a name!” The killer cackled with blood streaming down from the corner of his

and hurled the phone off

“NO-” Clemente snarled.

forward and leaped off

reyes

her eyes fixed on the

she caught

the

secured! She clutched it firmly between

the cliff with her four paws

She tried to climb.

she moved her legs, she slid with small rocks tumbling down and falling right into

drop was

“JANET-”

voice came from

the edge, extending

your hand!” he

four paws were all nailed to the cliff to

“Oh right…Wait for me!”

down the cliff himself. Lycan’s four legs were built for climbing and moving effortlessly along the rocky

Janet by the scruff of her neck and pulled her back. onto the

and gasped for breath. The phone was

she

mention it,” Clemente

the killer. He lay by the edge

He was dead.

that no one can get the name

Agnes. And she helped him take care of the permits needed for the prison. And don’t

and see what

his call lists, his inbox, his online shopping records…But she found nothing

have heard of it before….It is used for shopping on the deep web. You can get anything you want

opened that

and an anonymous seller. The seller sold the owner a strong poison that was

also asked the owner to label the poisoned food so that it

owner showed much

to use this poison on his obnoxious wife,

could finally piece the

wanted to kill Keavy to free herself from their

couldn’t do it

restaurant, who was also looking for

The perfect scapegoat.

Deep Web and learned the date and time the owner

Clemente that she would be at her parents, creating an alibi for

ran to the nearby convenience store to get her an ice bag.

the labeled poisoned food would end up in Keavy’s hand, whereas the clean takeout would go to

car accident scene quietly and

a ruthless, perfect

would look

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