shadow of britain

Chapter 14 Celebrity Quotes
The two police officers, Tony and Tom, followed Arthur's footsteps all the way, but even though they were in good physical condition, it was not easy for Naihe to catch up with Arthur on the crowded streets of London.

By the time they saw Arthur again, the two had arrived at the gate of the Greenwich District Police Station of the London Metropolitan Police.

Arthur stood there, confronting a hook-nosed policeman in his thirties who was a full circle bigger than he was.

There is almost no difference in the attire of the two, the only difference is that there are three more V-shaped logos on the shoulder straps of the old policeman, which represents his rank-sheriff.

He is Arthur's direct superior, the Chief Sheriff of the Greenwich District Police Department of the London Metropolitan Police, Willox Roberts.

Although Arthur was thin, he was taller than the opponent.

Although the other party was short, he had a fierce look on his face. There was a shallow scar on his neck, and a corner of his brow was missing.

Every scar on his body has a reason.

His scar comes from the War of the Seventh Coalition, when he served as a soldier in the British Army for most of the campaign against the First French Empire.

The incomplete eyebrows come from St. Peter's Square, Manchester in 1819.

Since Britain participated in a total of seven anti-French alliances in the 1793 years from 1815 to 22, and was in a state of long-term war with France, the domestic trade economy was greatly affected, and the British authorities chose to adopt tough internal pressure Policies have deepened domestic conflicts.

The contradictions accumulated over the years finally broke out in 1819. On August 8, a public rally of up to 16 people broke out in St. Peter's Square, Manchester.

They demanded reform of the electoral system, the abolition of the Corn Laws and the repeal of laws prohibiting labor associations.

Not only that, the organizers of the conference also invited Henry Hunter, a well-known radical reformer, to speak to the public.

In panic, the Manchester City Government ordered the arrest of Henry Hunt and the organizers of the conference, and the conflict between the two sides completely intensified.

In order to control the situation, the British authorities finally ordered the military police and the British Army to suppress the rally.

The 15th Hussars Regiment, which made great achievements for Britain on the Battle of Waterloo, also participated in this operation, and they also completed the task "excellently" this time.

The 15th Light Cavalry Regiment charged back and forth on tall horses, which eventually killed 18 people and injured more than 700 people.

Therefore, this action was dubbed by the British people as the Battle of Waterloo in St. Peter's Square, referred to as the Peterloo Massacre.

And this sheriff was a member of the Peterloo massacre that year.

Willox, a seasoned veteran, officially retired last year and decided to accept an internal arrangement to take up the post of Sheriff of the newly established Metropolitan Metropolitan Police Service.

He walked around Arthur slowly, his eyes like poisonous snakes scanned Arthur up and down, and he spoke after a long time.

"I've heard what you did in the Magistrate's Court. Beautiful, well done, do you think I'll say that about you, Arthur?"

Arthur glanced at him: "Where am I lucky to get a word of appreciation from you?"

Willox sneered: "You still have some brains!

To tell you the truth!Lao Tzu is very angry, very angry!You are lucky too, very lucky!
If it was when I was still in the army, you would have been beaten to the ground by me, clutching your stomach and unable to get up!
What do you think you are?
You are just a cop!
What you need is order and obedience!
It's not some bullshit public morality and conscience, that's something that parliamentarians and cabinet ministers should consider!

Arthur, do you want to go beyond your duty!
Do you know what a mess it would be if it went up to attack the letter of the law in a magistrate's court?

What do you think the Supreme Court will think?
What do you think the legislators in charge of the legislation will think?
What do you think the two justices who oversee Scotland Yard will think?
Just because of your little conscience, do you want to drag Lao Tzu into the water together?
answer me!Arthur! "

Arthur said lightly, "I came here on purpose today just to explain."

He took off his hat, removed his epaulettes, and handed them over with both hands.

"Everything is solely my responsibility. I am solely responsible for the related consequences. I, Arthur Hastings, Inspector Constable Greenwich, Greater London Metropolitan Police, hereby take the blame and resign .”

Willox put his hands behind his back, he was obviously grinning, but that face was uglier than crying.

Compared with today's bright weather, his face was gloomy and black like a cold rainy night.

He grabbed Arthur by the collar of his shirt: "You take the blame? Resign? Who do you think you are? Do you think you're the Prime Minister of Great Britain!"

Arthur looked at his old face that was close to him, he slowly closed his eyes, and his clenched fists made a crunching sound.

Hearing this noise, Willox looked down at Arthur's fist, and said with an arrogant smile: "Come on, shoot! Don't you always want to beat me up! Come on! Back then, I didn't have any fists on the battlefield. You dare to fight me after being beaten to the ground?!"

Arthur took a deep breath and put his hands in his pockets.

"Willox, don't blame me for not reminding you. When I went on patrol in the East End last night, I carried a gun just in case."

As soon as Arthur finished speaking, Willox felt something pressed against his stomach.

Cold sweat trickled down from Willox's temples, time seemed to freeze, and the two of them remained deadlocked at the scene in this posture.

Upon seeing this, officers Tony and Tom hurried forward to make a rescue and said, "Arthur, Sheriff Willox, you should all be sober. We are all colleagues, so there is no need for this."

"Yes, yes... This will really kill people."

But Arthur didn't seem to hear the persuasion of the two, and instead said to Willox.

"Your brain could be used to make a bell."

Willox's pupils shrank slightly, and he said angrily, "What did you say!"

Arthur shook his head slightly: "I didn't say that, it was Victor Hugo."

Willocks yelled: "Which area is Victor Hugo in charge of?!"

Arthur said coldly, "He's not a policeman, but a French writer."

When Willox heard this, he suddenly felt annoyed.

He was about to yell at Arthur, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he felt what was on his stomach move to his chest.

His forehead was full of sweat, so he had to temporarily change his words: "Oh, Arthur. I, I know that you are a high-achieving student who graduated from college, and you are also a person who likes to read.

But take my advice, read less French, it will poison your mind.You can read something else, such as our national quintessence, Shakespeare or something. "

Arthur nodded, as if he understood what the sheriff said, he said, "Your brain is not as big as earwax."

"What did you say!"

"Don't be angry, Mr. Sheriff. Shakespeare said that, as you wish."

Willox's face was flushed red, he wanted to hit back at Arthur, but he didn't know what to say, his lack of vocabulary reserves limited his 'ambition'.

Seeing that he was silent, Arthur said again, "You uneducated bastard."

Willox seemed to have given up, taking a deep breath, suppressing his anger.

"Forget it, just treat it as you making up my lessons. Tell me, who said that sentence just now?"

Arthur raised his eyebrows slightly, and he put the epaulettes and uniform he had taken off on Willox's head.

"That sentence was said by Arthur Hastings. Good-bye, Mr. Sheriff."

He threw away the thing that was on Willox's chest, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and disappeared into the crowd on the street with a calm pace.

Willox looked down, and it turned out that it was not a pistol, but an ordinary pipe.

The shredded tobacco in the pipe was not finished, and it was scattered all over the floor.

Shame, anger, hatred...

Countless emotions rushed into Willox's heart, he clenched his fists, and roared in the direction Arthur was going away.

"Arthur! You wait for me! Don't think that you can escape by taking off this clothes! I will launch an internal investigation on you! I must launch an internal investigation on you!!!"

(End of this chapter)