Chatper 242
Chatper 242
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.
The two Lycans met head on. A brutal fight has begun!
Janet circled them, her eyes glued to the phone in the killer’s hand.
She could tell that Clemente was way stronger than the killer and she was not worried that he might
lose.
The only problem was whether they could secure that phone, which may contain all the evidence.
With a powerful strike, Clemente knocked the killer down and pinned him to the ground.
“Who sent you!” he roared to the killer’s 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 know…”
He flung his arm and hurled the phone off the cliff!
“NO-” Clemente snarled.
Janet dashed forward and leaped off the precipice, diving into the abyss.
reyes
The wind rushed past Janet as she rolled down the mountain, her eyes fixed on the glinting evidence
that tumbled through the air.
With a swift and calculated maneuver, she caught the object in her jaws just before it
disappeared into the darkness below.
The evidence was secured! She clutched it firmly between her teeth.
Now she was clung to the cliff with her four paws scrabbled against the rocky surface.
She tried to climb.
But as soon as she moved her legs, she slid with small rocks tumbling down and falling right into the
abyss.
The drop was too steep!
“JANET-”
Clemente’s voice came from above her head.
He had lunged to the edge, extending his upper body over the precipice.
“Give me your hand!” he cried.
“HOW?!” Janet cried back. Her four paws were all nailed to the cliff to stop her from falling.
“Oh right…Wait for me!”
He descended down the cliff himself. Lycan’s four legs were built for climbing and moving effortlessly
along the rocky surface.
With a determined grip, he seized Janet by the scruff of her neck and pulled her back. onto the solid
ground.
Janet shifted back to human and gasped for breath. The phone was securely in her hand.
“T–Thank you,” she breathed very fast.
“Don’t mention it,” Clemente waved his hand.
Janet looked at the killer. He lay by the edge of the cliff, his body cold and stiff.
He was dead.
“He killed himself,” Clemente said with a frown. “Mercenaries like him commit suicide after a failed job
so that no one can get the name of their hirer out of mouth… Now we will never know who hired him.”
“It must be Agnes. And she helped him take care of the permits needed for the prison. And don’t worry.
We have the phone now.”
‘Hurry and see what is in his phone!”
Janet turned on the phone and browsed his call lists, his inbox, his online shopping records…But she
found nothing suspicious.
“This app!” Clemente pointed at the screen and gasped, “I have heard of it before….It is used for
shopping on the deep web. You can get anything you want in there.”
Janet opened that app immediately.
In there, she found chats between the restaurant owner and an anonymous seller. The seller sold the
owner a strong poison that was designed to kill Lycans and made the death look like allergies.
This seller even also asked the owner to label the poisoned food so that it wouldn’t get mixed up with
the others.
The owner showed much gratitude.
He shared his entire plan with this seller, along with many other things, like he was going to use this
poison on his obnoxious wife, mix the poison in her favorite food, and pair it with a bottle of good
wine…..
Now Janet could finally piece the whole thing back together.
Agnes wanted to kill Keavy to free herself from their mate bond.
But she couldn’t do it herself.
So she carefully chose a guy, the owner of Keavy’s favorite restaurant, who was also looking for a way
to kill his own wife.
The perfect scapegoat.
She sold the poison to the owner through the Deep Web and learned the date and time the owner
planned to do this.
She told Keavy and Clemente that she would be at her parents, creating an alibi for herself, and waited
on the owner’s delivery route to stage a car accident.
The owner ran to the nearby convenience store to get her an ice bag. She took this chance and
swapped the label.
This way, the labeled poisoned food would end up in Keavy’s hand, whereas the clean takeout would
go to the owner’s wife.
When all the works were done, she left the car accident scene quietly and waited for Clemente to come
back from his duty and discover his brother’s body.
What a ruthless, perfect crime.
Keavy’s death would look like an allergy.
Even if the police began a thorough investigation, they would never trace things back to her.
Because the owner did put poison in the food.
Even the owner himself was convinced that it was him who killed Keavy by accident.
Nobody would suspect a thing.
“That…That cruel bitch…” Clemente gritted with hatred.
Janet raised her head and looked at him, “The Deep Web protects all user’s identities. So can we
prove that the seller is Agnes?”
“Yes. I have a friend at the tech center who specializes in these things. I will send the phone
immediately for decoding!”
Janet stood up and dusted her clothes.
An icy smile was on her lips.
“And then…” she chuckled coldly, “we have a party to attend to.”
The Dining Hall was packed with people.
All elders were sat at their designed long tables.
Westin was in his chair on the raised platform facing the 3 long tables. The Queen’s seat by his side
was empty.
Cold cuts, appetizers, and aperitifs had been served already.
Yet the spotlight of this party still hadn’t shown up.
Westin turned to the servant for the fifth time and said, “Call the Queen. See where she is at.‘
“We already called her Her phone went strainh the voicemail
“We already called her….Her phone went straight to the voicemail…”
Westin’s face darkened.
He stared at the servants and said in a freezing voice, “Gather the guards and find her. Otherwise…you
know the consequence.”
His cold words sent a shiver down the servant’s spine. Original from NôvelDrama.Org.
“Y–Yes…My king…” the servant stuttered.
Just then, the double door flung open.
Everyone jerked around to look at the entrance.
Janet strode inside with Clemente behind her back.
Their clothes were ragged and covered in dust.
“… What the hell happened!” someone in the crowd gasped.
Westin stood up abruptly. He hurried down the platform and walked up to Janet.
“Did you go hunting at this hour? You should take me with you,” he said with a doting smile.