I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 151 Fighting (End)
At the end of the nineteenth century, when communication was backward, the main method of information dissemination within short distances was still the old-fashioned way of telling each other—even the wealthy Burton Brothers were not rich enough to provide for every business place. Each is equipped with a telegraph and dispatcher.

So even though the Sailboat and Tobacco Tavern had completely fallen, the news of the attack could not be spread immediately because no one escaped alive.

On the contrary, a few bold and cautious gamblers, after fleeing in a panic, looked at the tavern where gunshots sounded one after another, and suddenly thought that they didn't seem to find any members of the Burton Brothers escaped. No one knows about the attack on the Tobacco Tavern?

After all, a series of gunshots suddenly sounded in the middle of the night, perhaps it would be very special in other places, and the residents near the street would wake up from their sleep, screaming and asking questions.

But in East London, where gangsters are entrenched, this is actually a very common thing. At this moment, there is no light in the apartment building near the tavern. Those residents who were awakened by the gunshots probably muttered at most and started again. , and then covered his head with a thick quilt and continued to fall asleep.

Perhaps only in An Ding Street controlled by the Black Crow Gang, nighttime gunfights are considered a rare event.

So these bold gamblers thought that if they could spread the news of the attack on the sailboat and the tobacco tavern to the Burton Brothers as soon as possible, they would definitely get a good reward... Hehehe, when the time comes again You can continue to go to other venues and play a few games to your heart's content!Or going to the Moulin Rouge to warm up is also a good idea!
However, these gamblers are addicted to wine, sex and wealth all day long, and their physique has been exhausted. After running less than 500 meters in such a cold snowy night, they are already exhausted and panting, only feeling that the air sucked into their lungs is surprisingly cold. It was as if a layer of frost was frozen on the glass windows in the morning, and the frost directly penetrated into the blood and bone marrow, making them tremble and their teeth chattering unceasingly.

How can such a weak physique and such a slow speed compare to two esoteric disciples who have both the appearance of a blade and the appearance of a heart?
When Watson and Nello found the target Jack, he was sitting in a private port warehouse two blocks away, sitting next to a warm brazier, drinking steaming black tea, and monitoring the workers unloading goods from smuggling ships .

"Hey! You guys, move quickly, don't dawdle like a bitch."

"And you guys, what's the use of walking around me all the time?! Am I a naked beauty or a gem-studded crown?!!!"

"Go to the perimeter to patrol! Look at the shadows that the street lights can't shine, are there guys hiding from the police or other gangs!!! Do you need me to teach you all this? Is it the first day you join the gang?! !!"

Jack was so excited that he spit all over the place, spit out a strong smell of wine mixed with tea, almost all the saliva sprayed on the faces of these stupid guys.

The group of guys with bulging waists endured the accusations and scolding of the skinny man in front of them, and showered in the stinky spittle rain of the other party, but they didn't dare to get angry at all—you must know that Jack is one of the few confidantes of the boss of Otavio. !Although they looked thin and weak, the power they possessed was enough to crush lowly thugs like them countless times.

So they could only obediently disperse and search for the shadows that had been investigated several times in advance—but they still kept the two brothers guarding near Jack to prevent emergencies from happening.

Just as this group of thugs scattered around like ants looking for food, Watson and Nello were lurking on the roof of an apartment building not far away. into a precarious situation.

Nello: "Mr. Watson, are you planning to capture alive or..."

Watson immediately replied: "You say this Jack is the mouthpiece for issuing my assassination order to the Shining Blade Cult? Then who is really trying to kill me? Is it his boss?"

"Do you remember Harris Boot?"

Nello's words dragged Watson into his memories. Of course, he would not forget the cup-shaped deformer with four arms, and he also clearly remembered the other party's taste.

"Of course I remember, that is the aberrant who fell into the desire of the cup, right? It took me a lot of effort to successfully kill it—" Watson knew the reason for the assassination order as soon as he heard it, "so it is His family wants to take revenge on me? With the power of the Marquis of Bute, can they only find these lowly gangsters to do this kind of shady and dirty work?"

"You're only half right. In fact, the Marquis of Bute has no grievances at all about the death of his son. He even said something like this in a private aristocratic gathering somewhere—since Harris has become such a big Wrong, he has killed so many innocent girls, so he is no longer a member of our Bout family! My dear cousin Charlotte, you don’t need to feel guilty, you did the right thing! Thumbs) To deal with such a vicious gangster, we should kill him to prevent him from causing greater damage in the future!"

"Actually, the assassination of you was purely an assassination order issued by Mrs. Bute's beloved son to the Burton Brothers with his own private money because of his deep grief."

"However, after the destruction of the Shining Blade Order, Marquis Bute seemed to be afraid of being implicated in these cult affairs, so he immediately put Mrs. Bute under house arrest and ordered someone to tell the Burton Brothers to let go of the assassination order."

"That's why you were spared from being repeatedly assassinated by the Burton Brothers during the following period of time-although it is certainly not difficult for you to deal with those inferior thugs, it is still a trouble after all-there are too many mosquitoes and it is very noisy Well."

Watson nodded slightly, "I see, that means the source comes from the Marquis of Bute, then the leader of the Burton Brothers...Ottavio Burton, then Megaphone Jack, and finally the Shining Blade group, right?"

Nello: "Yes, you sorted it out very clearly. So how do you think about this Jack now?"

"Ah..." Watson sighed softly, and said slowly: "Although this Jack also participated in the process of assassinating me, he is just a sounding board after all, and there is no need for us to haggle over these little characters—— Just let him die happily."

As he said so, he removed the long stick-shaped object wrapped in black cloth behind his back, revealing the strange hexagonal barrel weapon.

Watson pretended to use the scope to aim at the target a hundred yards away. The other party was standing in the bright firelight at the moment, yelling at the workers below, and he could clearly see the saliva spewing out of the other party's mouth through the scope. .

boom--

Old Jack, who had just picked up the teacup to moisten his throat, exploded his head, and the shattered flesh and tissue splashed like tattered watermelons!

The vigilant guard immediately turned his head to look at the place where the gunshots sounded. Before he could see the specific building clearly, there was another moment of gunfire and sparks, and his head burst open.

A piece of melon rind covered with hair fell to the feet of a porter. He first glanced left and right to make sure no one saw it, then spit on the piece of melon rind, and then trampled it back and forth with the soles of his feet. Let out a bad breath!
　Chapter Ninety is working hard to lift the ban... Although the author guessed that it would be blocked before publishing, he still wanted to test the bottom line, and as expected, he was blocked in the morning
　　
　
(End of this chapter)