shadow of britain

Chapter 115 Half Dark, Half Light

The iron door of the confinement room gradually closed, and the room returned to darkness.

In the dark environment, Jones re-adapted for a while, and then he saw Arthur in front of him clearly.

Today's Arthur, with his wet hair pulled back, was not wearing a uniform, just a white shirt and tight joggers.

With a cowboy hat and overalls, perhaps Arthur will look more like a cowboy on the prairie than a Scotland Yard policeman.

Arthur raised his legs and stepped forward, Jones took half a step back in fear, but after a while, he finally stopped and stayed where he was.

He swallowed hard, and then said, "Sir."

"Don't call me sir."

Arthur pointed to his white shirt and said, "Didn't you see that I don't have a uniform? I'm a policeman only when I'm on duty in uniform or plainclothes. At other times, I'm just an ordinary London citizen. It makes no difference."

Arthur's words were not too long, but the information revealed made Jones feel as if the sky was falling.

With his teeth chattering up and down, he asked intermittently: "So... so... I was dismissed?"

"if not?"

Arthur sat bent on the front steps, looking at Jones with a deadly look in his reddish eyes.

"Do you think Clemens will come forward to save you? He can't save himself now, why do you think he will help you?
Do you feel like a part of their clique just because you did something dirty for him?
Jones, I always thought you were smart, at least you were smarter than Tom and Tony.But now it seems that you are too stupid, you exude an aura of extreme stupidity all over your body.

In this world, it's okay for you to do bad things if you want to. There are too many people in this world who do bad things and make big profits.

However, if you really intend to do so.Well, you better have a level of intelligence to match the crime you committed.

If you are not smart, then don't be a good person, and don't be a bad person, just be an ordinary person.

Because if those two kinds of people don't have enough ability, they will soon put their fate in the hands of others.Letting other people decide your fate is the stupidest thing in the world. "

Jones was trembling all over when he heard this, and he felt his throat was a little dry, which made his voice hoarse.

"Inspector Hastings..."

"As I said, don't call me an inspector. I'm not a policeman now. I'm not in uniform."

Speaking of this, Arthur suddenly smiled: "But, do you know why I'm not wearing a uniform?"

Jones's mind was blank. At this moment, he had no ability to think, so he could only shake his head.

Arthur tugged at his collar, then hooked his fingers at him.

Jones put his ear to his side, only to hear Arthur's calm and angry voice.

"Because I'm different from you. You wear that suit to protect yourself, and if I put on that suit, my task will become to protect you who don't wear a police uniform!"

As soon as Arthur finished speaking, Jones heard the whistling wind in his ears.

There was a bang, and Arthur knocked him to the ground with a beautiful uppercut.

Arthur stood up and kicked him hard in the stomach again: "Get up! Jones, don't you people like the argument that the weak can eat the strong? Since you like cannibalism so much, when you are eaten , don't show me this expression of 'spare my life'! If this world is really a jungle of the jungle, then even if it shouldn't be me, it won't be your fault to live in the end!"

Jones covered his bruised and swollen side face, and raised his hand to signal, "Sir, I..."

Arthur picked up his collar and lifted him up: "What did you call me?"

"Black... Mr. Hastings..."

"Are you admitting defeat?" Arthur raised his lips, "I don't intend to let you go even if I admit defeat!"

He swung his hand and slapped Jones again, making his eyes stare, and then slamming him to the ground.

Arthur pinched his waist and panted, and said: "Come on, Jones, don't say I won't give you a chance. Now you are not a policeman, and I am not a policeman. Everyone has no scruples. If you don't want to die, then here Kill me. The law of the jungle, the law of the jungle, a very fair one-on-one, let me see if you have the right to live."

Jones was lying on the ground panting heavily, and he said, "You kill me, Mr. Hastings, I...I won't fight back."

Arthur's smile widened when he heard this, but not because he was happy, but because he was angry.

He kicked Jones on the body and kicked him against the wall.

Then before Jones could recover, he rode on Jones' body, and punched Jones' body with his fist, which even Fred couldn't handle.

"Don't fight back? You won't win any sympathy if you don't fight back! You should know better than me how many dead bodies sink in the Thames every day! Not only you, but also Clemens, neither of you can escape my palm Heart! Do you know how many people were directly or indirectly killed because of your self-interest? Not only the bonded slaves, not only the crime rate, not just Adam, but also thousands of Robins!"

The sound of Arthur punching Jones one after another came out of the door, and Tom and Tony, who were waiting outside the confinement room, could hear their bodies trembling.

Someone walked by the door of the confinement room, looked at it curiously, but received Tony's glare instantly.

"What are you looking at? Be an upright person and do things seriously. This has nothing to do with you!"

The little police officer was shocked by his scolding, so he had to leave here quickly.

But gradually, Tom couldn't stand it anymore, and he asked: "Tony, why don't we go in and persuade him. Arthur shouldn't do this kind of thing. He is a good man with self-cultivation and never likes to use violence. In this way Will he really feel better if the fight continues?"

When Tony heard this, he didn't answer directly, but spoke.

"Maybe you're right, but it's Arthur's job to think about whether it's appropriate, and my job is to carry out Arthur's orders. It was because I listened to him last time that we sent all the body snatchers in London He was brought to justice, and all Scotland Yard patrol officers received a collective pay rise.

Whether it is spiritually or materially, Arthur does what he says, and everything is carried out according to his promise.I am very happy about this.So since then, I have made up my mind that as long as it is Arthur's order, I will resolutely carry it out.

Of course, Tom, I don't suggest you follow me.But for me, even if Arthur is wrong, I plan to follow him all the way to the end. "

After speaking, Tony closed his mouth. It seemed that the sound of beatings coming out of the confinement room was not the sound of beatings, but the sound of rain falling on the street.

Hearing this, Tom frowned and sighed, "Tony, what are you talking about!"

He endured again and again, but still couldn't help knocking on the iron door: "Arthur, Arthur! It's almost enough, let him live. For him, put your own future on the line, why do you do this?"

In the confinement room, when Arthur heard this, his fists hanging in the air stopped.

He looked at Jones, whose nose was bleeding and his face was covered with bruises, and took a deep breath.

He asked: "You really don't fight back? At least let me see your backbone."

Jones raised his swollen eyes, and there was a trace of helplessness in his smile: "Sir, I have a family."

Arthur was silent for a while.

He looked at Jones's face, the hanging fist did not hit down after all, he let go of the hand holding the opponent's neckline, then stood up and said.

"I forgot to tell you. Although I wrote your dereliction report, it hasn't been handed in yet."

When Jones heard this, a little light suddenly burst into his dim eyes.

"You...you mean?"

Arthur lit the pipe again: "Your life is worthless, and it can't pay for so many sins. So this time, let's count you through it for the time being. But it doesn't mean you are safe, don't forget your life now In whose hands. You are very right, don't forget that you still have a family."

When Jones heard this, he felt that there was light in the dark confinement room, as if it was not Arthur standing there, but his God.

Kneeling in front of Arthur, he said excitedly, "Thank you! Thank you so much! I...I promise I will make amends."

Arthur leaned down and patted his face: "Atonement? What do you think of me? I am not God, so I am not responsible for forgiving anyone. What I want is you to work for me, just like you used to do for Clay What Mennes did. Jones, this is your comeuppance."

Jones nodded again and again, he felt relieved, with a smile on his face: "This is my retribution, indeed the retribution I deserve, thank you, Mr. Hastings."

Arthur frowned when he saw it, and kicked him in the stomach again.

He looked at Jones, who was clutching his stomach and curled up into a ball out of breath, and turned to leave, leaving behind only a back and a long voice.

"Call me sir, idiot."

Agares was hanging upside down on the roof of the confinement room, he wrapped his body tightly with bat wings, and at the same time, he was watching Arthur's leaving back with his red eyes, he put everything away Return to the bottom of the eye.

The voice of the Red Devil rang in Arthur's ear, and he murmured with a low smile, "Oh, Arthur, it was a good scene. Many times, I thought you were really going to kill him on the spot."

Wearing a bloody white shirt, Arthur walked out of the gate of the police station under the awe-inspiring gaze of all the police officers. Against the light rain on the streets of London, he raised his head to breathe the fresh air.

"Though I didn't intend to kill him. But if Tom hadn't called me, I might have killed him on the spot."

The Red Devil grinned: "Then what are you planning to do with his dog's life?"

Arthur rubbed the raindrops on his face and washed away the blood stains on his face: "Clemens is gone, Fred is dead. But this does not mean that London is peaceful, after all, London's poverty rate is at There. On the contrary, without these people, the East End of London may return to the wild medieval. In my opinion, this is not possible."

When the Red Devil heard this, there was a hint of joy in his eyes, and he smiled softly.

"So you're still going to take on that 'Cambridge's little brother'?"

Arthur nodded: "That depends on whether they are worthy or not."

The devil asked, "What if they don't cooperate?"

Arthur blew out the smoke ring: "I believe they will cooperate."

The Red Devil showed a playful smile: "My dear Arthur, you have finally recognized the two sides of the world. You finally understand that for a person like you, only by taming the darkness can you dominate the light."

Arthur glanced at him, took a deep breath of the cigarette, then poured out the ash, and cursed, "What shit is darkness and light."

"Are you still stubborn?"

The red devil smiled, his figure gradually disappeared, only his seductive voice could still be heard ringing in Arthur's ears.

"This...is your destiny...accept everything that fate has weaved on you, because apart from that, I really can't think of anything else that suits you better than this."

(End of this chapter)