shadow of britain

Chapter 96 The Sacred Oath of the Knights of the Round Table
Greenwich Police Station, Arthur's office.

Boom boom boom!
There was a knock on the door.

"Please come in."

Sheriff Jones pushed open the door, and the first thing you saw was his disheveled hair, torn, bloodied shirt collar, and bruised, swollen eyes.

Arthur, who was originally working at his desk, looked up and saw his miserable appearance, and couldn't help opening his mouth slightly in surprise.

He asked, "Clayton, what's the matter with you?"

Jones rubbed his sore shoulders and smiled reluctantly: "It's nothing, sir. You know, this kind of thing happens to us when we are unlucky occasionally. It's just letting some lawless bastards block me in the alley It was just a beating."

Hearing this, Arthur thumped the table fiercely. He turned around and picked up the police officer's knife hanging on the wall, and cursed: "The incidents of assaulting the police happen again and again. It's simply lawless! Where are those people? I'll take them there myself." Catch them and bring them to justice!"

Hearing this, Jones shook his head again and again and said, "Those people came prepared. They all wore hoods. I guess it might be because I caught too many corpse snatchers, so they found someone to take revenge on me. .If you go over now, they must have disappeared long ago.

Forget it, basically every police officer in our police district has encountered this kind of thing, but this time it's my turn.It's just a little skin trauma, it will be fine after two days of care, so don't bother you to worry about it. "

When Arthur heard this, he still seemed a little upset. He read: "Although everyone has encountered it, the case should still be filed. We must crack down on this kind of violent assault on the police. Jones, you have done it in the past few days." Forget about the police work, don't follow the opening of the Liverpool-Manchester railway next Wednesday to defend the traffic, just stay at home and recuperate.

Don't worry, I will give you an explanation for this incident of assaulting the police.You have done meritorious service in the murder case, and now you have shed blood for Scotland Yard, no matter what, I can't let your heart be chilled! "

Upon hearing this, Jones hurriedly stood at attention and saluted, "Sir, I'm fine. A little injury won't affect my work."

Upon hearing this, Arthur frowned and stepped forward to pat him on the shoulder.

"Jones, I know you are very concerned about the police work, and I have seen the results of your work in the patrol area. I have been in office for more than four months, and I have personally participated in patrols almost every day, cracking criminal cases such as theft The efficiency is also very high.

Usually the owner loses something in the morning, and within a few days you can apprehend the perpetrator.This kind of speed of solving crimes is beyond the reach of the headquarters of the Metropolitan Metropolitan Police Department.

Excellent young police officers like you are exactly what we should protect.You can rest assured to go back to recuperate. I will submit a report to the headquarters to clarify your injury and the reason for your absence.

In addition, you should not be reluctant to go to the doctor, your medical expenses will be borne by the bureau for you, so you can rest assured.Now, obey orders! "

When Jones heard this, his hanging heart finally let go, and a sly flash of cunning flashed in his eyes.

He thought he was hiding it well, but he didn't expect that all of this would be seen by Arthur with a faint red light in his eyes.

Jones saluted: "Yes, sir! It is my honor to serve you!"

He turned and walked out the door, gently closing the office door.

There was only a click, and the door closed, and a shadow was cast on Jones' face.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he muttered to himself: "The strongest voice in Scotland Yard? You are just a brainless idiot. It's not because you are naive, but because the world is ruthless. Superintendent of Scotland Yard, the tenure is not good. That’s only until next month.”

He smoothed his wrinkled collar, turned his head to the side, and walked towards the outside of the police station, humming a relaxing song.

And in the office across the wall, Arthur's fingertips also danced on the desk table. It was the same cheerful rhythm as Jones hummed, and it was also the "Grenadier March" that was played on the Battle of Waterloo. .

And pressing under Arthur's rhythmic fingertips is a reply letter from Sir Peel. The content of the letter is very simple, and the idea expressed is also very clear.

—The news of the replacement of the Chief of Security of the Railway Ceremony will be announced by me directly to Scotland Yard next Tuesday evening.The work focus of the Greenwich Police District has been temporarily shifted, and the short-term work goal of your police district has been changed to, at all costs, this diplomatic crisis with France, which may cause an uproar in domestic public opinion, must be resolved at all costs.

In the office, the sound of Arthur tapping on the desktop suddenly stopped.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, only the sound of running water was heard, and it was raining again in London.

In the dimly lit office, Arthur's face could not be seen clearly, only a pair of pale red eyes in thought.

Boom boom boom!
There was another knock on the door.

"Please come in."

It was a gentle yet fatal voice.

The door was gently pushed open, and it was Dennis who had changed his face, and Arthur's capable men, Tom and Tony, who entered the door.

They walked to the desk in unison, the dim environment made them unable to see clearly.

Under such lighting conditions, the only thing they could see was a pair of eyes that shone like scarlet gems.

The three police officers didn't even dare to breathe loudly. The faint sense of oppression in the air made them feel the fear that seemed to come from the depths of their souls.

It was the breath of danger, the calm before the storm.

"Dennis." The voice was not loud, but it had enough deterrent force.

"Yes, sir!" Police Officer Dennis stood up straight, as if he was a little negligent, and might lose his life.

"Can I trust you again?" the voice sounded again.

This sentence sounded ordinary, but it opened Dennis' heart knot that had been waiting for four months. He trembled and saluted the most standard salute in his life in the direction of the red eyes.

"Your will is my mission!"

A thunderbolt flashed outside the window, and the scene in the room was instantly clear.

The light of the lightning illuminated the bright star Buzz, lit up the red eyes, and also printed Arthur, who was looking at Dennis with one hand on the back of the chair, and the books in front of him.

It was an old book bought from a second-hand bookstore, and the yellowed pages already explained its past experiences.

Perhaps not every British person has read this book, but whenever its name is mentioned, it will always remind people of some long-lost ancient memories.

——Never be arrogant and unreasonable, never kill innocent people indiscriminately, and never break faith.Forgive the enemy who begs for mercy, and help the woman who asks for help.Uphold just laws and never fight for money. Violators will be punished with death.

Agares stood aside, and the Red Devil pushed the monocle mirror he had just replaced, and pressed his slender and haggard fingers on the top of the page, where the name of the book was written - "The Death of King Arthur" .

(End of this chapter)