My Werewolf System

Living in a Tier-3 town, crime was quite rampant and frequent. The police force was limited in these areas, budgets were low compared to the higher-tier cities, and there was overall less control from the gangs in the first place.

However, Slough could still have been considered as a moderate town to live in. The Underdogs had been a threatening force in the area. Because of this, the police would usually just have to deal with small disputes between the colour gangs rather than the larger ones.

That was until tonight. For the police force and the whole town, this had been one of the worst days in its history. Three of the biggest gangs had practically a war in Chavley and it had cursed so much chaos. When it eventually settled down, the police were able to move in as planned by Anton.

However, the results weren't pretty at all. Several of the gang members were now in intensive care, or at least had some injury of some sort. Thankfully, not all of them went to the hospitals because they also had their own underground doctors where they could retrieve treatment from.

Still, the main concern of the police were actually the civilians who had been involved in the mess. At the moment, the police report claimed that fourteen suspected gang members' lives were lost.

Four members of the public had lost their lives, and two were in intensive care, which included Gary's mother. Although the numbers might have not seemed high, there was also everything else the police would have to deal with such as tracing back stolen goods, and gathering everyone's testimonies for the events that had occurred.

To top it off, since the police weren't able to act at the moment, it would be very hard for them to even prosecute any of these members, and it was a waste of time in the first place.

Anton, the chief of the police, knew that if a large attack like this one was to take place, they would be ready. Someone was backing them and when it came to the proactive and judge phase they always got off.

It happened so many times that Anton knew there was nothing that they could do. Anton, along with Roo had successfully made it back to the police force after a tough day.

His eyes were red and he was busy rubbing his face up and down.

“Sir, you have worked hard, why don’t you have some rest.” Roo questioned.

“What is the point?” Anton replied. “Eighteen lives lost, multiple people missing so there’s probably more? Did I ever tell you that I became a policeman to stop events like today from occurring. When I was like you I saw that the chief just sat back and did nothing. So I worked hard and rose to this position.

“Now I’m here, yet in some ways I feel even more useless than my younger self!”

Roo knew he didn’t mean it that way, but the police force knew they were pretty much useless, especially for large scale things like this. However, he liked how Anton cared, he knew he was working for a great person.

“Then change it.” Roo said. “You reached this position, right? If the police and government are corrupt, let's rise to the top, and change it, getting rid of the bad from the inside.”

Anton could just sigh, Roo displayed the same naiveness he had in the best. Did he think people didn’t try to do this before? There was a reason, because anyone who had attempted to clean the place force or government, would be dealt with. The problem was the gangs were already so involved with the police force, even if the public didn’t know it.

“I wish I was still like you.” Anton mumbled, shaking his head, and picking up another report in front of him. “Huh…of all things, we have an owner complaining about his employee leaving midway through work! Do they seriously think we have the time to deal with a missing employee when a gang war took place? This isn’t even a matter for the police to solve!

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With the small war ending, eventually, there were members of the grey colour gang and red colour gang that returned. They had been informed of the attack, and the leaders were to report what exactly was going on.

The leader of the grey colour gang, Buffin, and the red colour gang Riv both were walking together as they headed to an abandoned warehouse. In the past the two of them would have never been seen standing side by side, but they had been called to explain the situation.

When reaching the warehouse, there were members standing outside wearing grey suits. It was the mark of the Grey Elephants. Both of them were a little nervous and took a deep breath before entering inside.

The warehouse was full of shipping crates. This used to be the grey colour gang hangout area, but the leader of the Grey Elephants, since they were in charge of the grey colour gang used it as they wished.

Here, they both could see a large figure standing on top of a great at the very back. He looked like a wall of muscle, built on top of muscle. If one was to see him with his clothes on perhaps they would think of him as fat.

However, he only wore a large fur overcoat which showed the middle of his stomach revealing a defined six pack. By his side, there were two others as well. The two were smaller in size, and looked small when compared to the leader but they were by far small people.

These three were the leaders of the Grey Elephant gang, and the one thing they had in common was the fact that they all wore some strange looking gloves on their hands. The one in the centre was grey, while the other two had red and blue.

The two of them stopped walking forward, the room was filled with other a hundred members, and unlike the colour gangs, these were all real gangsters. One wrong word or move, and both Buffin and Riv knew they were done for.

They were waiting for some type of order or word, and that’s when the large leader in the centre turned to the man on his left with red gloves.

“Raven, we have guests, don’t you think it's polite to put your phone away?” He asked.

“Im sorry, I’ve been trying to get a hold of my stupid bother. He said he would be here for this meeting but he’s not answering.” Raven replied. “I told him to stay away from the Chavley area and he’s one of those guys that’s a phone addict, so usually he replies to me straight away.

‘Damn you Hawk, what are you doing?’