shadow of britain

Chapter 107 The Last Voice of the Thief General

On the deck of the Blackthorn, five or six sailors raised machetes and surrounded Arthur. However, they looked at each other, and no one dared to move forward.

Arthur took out a handkerchief from his trouser pocket, and wiped away the blood along the blade.

He dropped his handkerchief and asked, "Where's Fred?"

The sailors looked at each other when they heard the words. None of them spoke, but they all looked at the wooden door leading to the bottom of the cabin behind them.

Arthur nodded slightly: "Very good."

Almost at the same moment as he spoke, muskets fired behind him, which was the fire support from the grinning Marines.

In the thick white smoke, Arthur jumped over corpses one after another. On both sides of the deck, there were the fearsome enemies of the Blackthorn crouching down and disarming their heads.

Arthur walked to the door of the cabin, and instead of pushing the door with his hands, he pulled out two flintlock pistols from his waist and shot quickly at the wooden door.

There were only two bangs, and there were two small holes in the wooden door in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, there was another thud inside the door, that was the sound of a head hitting the ground.

Arthur leaned down and focused his eyes on these two holes. He saw the corpse of a pirate with a bloody mouth and a gun in his hand.

He gently opened the door, and a foul smell came to his face, it was the sour smell of sweat and urine.

He stroked the handrail with one hand, and walked down the hanging ladder of the Black Thorn step by step.

Under the light of the dim oil lamp and the light of a breach opened by the shell, he gradually saw the surrounding environment clearly.

Here is a mezzanine built with wooden boards, and the place where the slaves are supposed to be held further down from here.

Although the smell here is not very good, it is not very crowded. There is a desk and a few chairs directly opposite Arthur, and there is a wooden billboard on the table, which reads - Black Pool Detective Agency.

Arthur breathed out lightly: "It seems that this is the furniture that Fred took away?"

He scanned the surrounding environment, and after confirming that there was no one here, he was planning to continue his pursuit to the next floor.

Unexpectedly, before he could leave, he heard a sound of 'Mmmmmmm' coming from the corner of the room.

He frowned, and slowly approached with the sword behind his back, until halfway there, he realized that the source of the voice was a curly-haired fat man with his hands tied behind his back, his mouth gagged with a rag, and stuffed under the table.

The fat man also found Arthur. He glanced at Arthur in a daze, then nodded at him anxiously, signaling Arthur to quickly take off the rag that was covering his mouth.

Arthur looked at his appearance, and while removing the gag, he couldn't help curling his lips and asked, "So, what should I call you? Sir from France, is your name Friday or Robinson? "

As soon as the white cloth was removed from Fatty's mouth, he couldn't help panting heavily, and then sprayed emotionally: "Merde! Con!"

Arthur raised the back of his hand to wipe the sweat off his face and asked, "I'm sorry, sir. I don't know French very well, can you translate it for me?"

The fat man did not refuse Arthur's request, he spoke fluent English: "I'm so fucking fucked!"

"call……"

Arthur raised his eyebrows and exhaled: "You are a writer, no wonder the French government wants your life so much. Maybe they are jealous that you are too civilized, and France does not allow a civilization like you. But, sir, even if You don't want to tell me your name, so can you tell me first, do you know where Fred went?"

After hearing this, the fat man seemed to remember something, and he yelled, "Be careful of the top of your head!"

When Arthur heard this, he hurriedly looked up, only then did he realize that there was still a narrow area above this mezzanine.

Fred, on the other hand, stood there with a hunched and sturdy body, pointed at Arthur with two flintlock pistols in his hands, and cursed loudly.

"Damn it! You were in a hurry to chase after me, I bumped into you as soon as I got down to get the gun!"

Only two bangs were heard, and Fred decisively turned off the fire, while Arthur had no choice but to kick on the desk drawer in desperation.

All I saw was that the desk turned over and fell on Arthur and Fatty, but at the same time helped them block the bullets.

Seeing this, Fred threw the gun away, and he jumped straight up, intending to give Arthur and the fat man a crushing blow.

However, at this time Arthur had rolled to the other side.

There was only a bang, and Fred slammed down, causing dust to fly in the cabin, and the desk shattered to the ground.

However, although Arthur escaped, he suffered from the fat French man. He ate the desk and Fred, the British strongman, with a meat bomb weighing more than 200 kilograms.

Fatty's face turned pale suddenly, his eyes widened, as if he was about to die.

Fred was also quite frightened by his appearance, he patted the fat man's face and comforted him: "My big baby, you have to cheer me up, you won't be able to bear this insignificant weight, right? Where did your fat go? Damn it! At least you can't die here, I'm still waiting to rely on you to get the bounty!"

When the fat man heard this, he didn't know if he was angry or if he finally calmed down. He cursed loudly: "If you don't get off my body, I will bite my tongue and kill myself!"

Fred finally breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that he was still able to swear so vigorously. He nodded quickly and said, "Okay! As long as you live well, I will obey you in everything."

Fred got up from the desk, pulled out the saber from his waist, and licked his withered lips.

"Boy, I know you're good at fighting, but so what? Staying in the Royal Navy, isn't it a place where heroes are useless? The Admiralty sends you a few bucks every month, what the hell are you doing? Huh? Listen to my brother's advice, you vote for my brother, and my brother will lead you to do big business."

Arthur took a careful look at Fred's appearance, and always felt that he looked a little familiar. Suddenly, he twitched the corner of his mouth and asked with a smile.

"Have you forgotten me, Mr. Fred? I did not serve the Royal Navy. And on the contrary, I have wanted your life for a long time."

Fred narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard the words, he stared at Arthur's face and slowly remembered.

"Ah! Inspector Arthur Hastings. Yes, yes, I'm not good at compliments. How did I forget you? We did meet, at the police station in the Greenwich Police District, The time I shitted in the store. Damn! Clemens was hot enough, didn't I just report him to Scotland Yard for his filth? Not to alarm a big guy like you Come and visit!"

Arthur smiled and said: "Mr. Fred, it seems that you don't know much about the power relations in Scotland Yard. Superintendent Clemens and I don't belong to the same faction. He wants to kill me, and I also want to kill you." Kill him, the two of us can't pee in the same jug."

Fred walked around the desk with Arthur while bowing his waist and holding a knife, savoring Arthur's words, he grinned.

"So, there is still a chance for us to cooperate? What do you want, money, or evidence of Clemens' crimes? I know a lot, Inspector Hastings, you understand, I If this kind of person wants to live, he needs to have more information."

Arthur nodded slightly: "Indeed, it is because you have a lot of information. Therefore, I can neither ask for money nor evidence, I can only ask...your life!"

Fred and Arthur stepped forward almost at the same time, and the two fought hard, but neither of them took advantage.

As soon as the two separated, Fred took advantage of Arthur's change of pace and slashed at Arthur's armpit with a saber.

Arthur took advantage of the situation and turned his wrist, instantly changing the path of the sword, and the tip of his sword pierced Fred's outstretched wrist.

Although Fred's reaction was not slow, Arthur's sword made a cut on the back of his hand the moment he retracted the knife.

Fred glanced at the back of his bleeding hand, his curled ears twitched slightly, and asked with a smirk, "Not bad! Who did you learn your sword skills from? I have also fought against many Scotland Yard policemen, but none of them As strong as you are!"

"Oh?" Arthur moved slowly, his eyes fixed on Fred: "Who have you fought with?"

"There are quite a few, such as the Jones under your command, but he can't do it. Among the Scotland Yard police, apart from you, only Willox has some strength."

Arthur smiled and asked, "How did you compare with Willocks? To be honest, I also fought against him."

Fred grinned and smiled, showing his big gold teeth: "It's not a big deal. Although Willox is a bully and shy guy, he is quite lucky. If he didn't kneel down and beg for mercy that time, I almost killed him. .”

"Really?" Arthur asked. "I have a different opinion from yours. I think Willox's luck is not good."

"why?"

Arthur inhaled slightly: "Because before he begs for mercy, I will kill him!"

Fred was startled when he heard that, almost instantly, the tip of Arthur's sword was almost in front of his eyes.

But fortunately, his steps were not chaotic, and he avoided the attack with a clever change of steps.

After changing steps and turning sideways, it was Arthur's sideways that was exposed in front of him.

He laughed and slashed the knife towards Arthur's right arm shoulder-to-shoulder: "It seems that today you are just like Willox, unlucky!"

However, when the Red Devil saw this, he couldn't help shaking his tongue and laughing wildly: "Arthur, this idiot has been fooled, quickly use that trick, defend and counterattack!"

Arthur is lighter than Fred, which also means more speed and more flexibility.

The leg behind him lifted up half a step in an instant, and his left shoulder pressed against Fred's armpit, and then his raised left hand also clasped the veins on Fred's right wrist.

Fred felt a numbness in his right hand, and the arm holding the saber couldn't help but drop down, but it was this drop that made Arthur step on the tip of the knife with his left foot.

Immediately afterwards, there was a sound of the sword tip piercing the flesh, and Fred's left palm, which was missing two fingers, trembled slightly.

He frowned, his big gold teeth trembling: "Damn it, I... am I just breaking the law and selling slaves? What I do is not a big business. You...you little bastard...you Say you... why the hell are you doing this?"

There was only a bang, and Fred's body fell heavily to the ground.

In the dust, Arthur sheathed his sword. He looked at the twitching, half-dead Fred lying on the ground, and was about to turn around and leave.

However, amidst a cloud of dust, he suddenly found that Fred slowly stretched out the palm with only three fingers.

The remaining thumb and little finger on the palm shrank abruptly, leaving only one middle finger.

Fred, the famous thief general in London, left his last voice in the world.

"You...you pretend to be your mother!"

(End of this chapter)