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

her eyes glued to

could tell that Clemente was way stronger than the killer and she was not worried that he might

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

a powerful strike, Clemente knocked the killer

face, “Was it Agnes? Just give us a name!” The killer cackled with blood streaming down from the corner of his mouth, “And you…you will never

his arm and hurled the phone off the

“NO-” Clemente snarled.

off the precipice, diving into

reyes

rushed past Janet as she rolled down the mountain, her eyes

caught the object in

into the darkness

clutched it

the cliff with her

She tried to climb.

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

drop was

“JANET-”

came from

the edge, extending his upper

your hand!”

were all nailed to the

“Oh right…Wait for me!”

descended down the cliff himself. Lycan’s four legs were built for climbing

the scruff of her neck and pulled her

and gasped for breath. The

she

it,” Clemente waved his

at the killer. He lay by the edge of the cliff, his body cold

He was dead.

himself,” Clemente said with a frown. “Mercenaries like him commit suicide after a failed job so that no one can get the

care of the permits needed for the

see what is in

call lists, his inbox,

screen and gasped, “I have heard of it before….It is used for shopping on the deep web. You can get

opened that

the owner a strong poison that was designed to kill Lycans and

the owner to label the poisoned food so that it wouldn’t get mixed up with the

owner showed much

to use this poison

piece the whole

wanted to kill Keavy to

couldn’t do it

a guy, the owner of Keavy’s favorite restaurant, who was also looking

The perfect scapegoat.

sold the poison to the owner through the Deep Web and learned the date and time the owner planned to

creating an alibi for herself, and waited on the owner’s delivery

to get her an ice bag. She took this

would end up in Keavy’s hand, whereas the clean takeout would

left the car accident scene quietly and waited for Clemente to come back from his duty and discover his

ruthless, perfect

would look like an

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