Shadow of great britain

The new police chief Brendan Jones hurriedly broke into the district police station.

As soon as I stepped through the door, I bumped into a young police officer holding a document in his hand.

"Chief Jones, why are you here? There is a police district work meeting tomorrow. Did you remember the date wrong?"

Jones stopped when he heard this and forced a smile on his face: "No. The detention room in the police station I am in charge of is almost full, so I plan to clean up the suspects and transfer them to the magistrate court.

I happened to pass by the district police station today, so I decided to ask you if there were any suspects here. If there is, I might as well take it with me. "

The young police officer smiled and said: "Chief Jones, you are really thoughtful. To be honest, I just caught one this morning and he is squatting inside."

"Okay, you can sort out his prosecution materials and give them to me."

"No problem. His case is quite simple. Please wait here for a while, and I will draft his case report now."

"Okay, then go ahead and do your work. I'll handcuff him in the back first, and when you're done, I'll take him away directly."

After Jones said this, he was about to walk towards the detention room, but before he could stretch out his legs, he suddenly remembered something.

He quickly stopped the young police officer who was about to draft a document: "By the way, Anthony, is Inspector Hastings here today?"

"Inspector? If you are looking for him, you may have come at the wrong time. The inspector took Tom and Tony out not long ago, and he specifically told us that he might not come back until the afternoon."

Jones asked: "What did he do?"

"That's not clear. Oh, by the way, they also have an eight or nine-year-old child with them. They say that Officer Tom just adopted him. Could it be that they have gone through the adoption procedures?"

"Does it take three people to go through the adoption procedure?"

"That seems to be the case, but I don't know. Could it be that they went to collect information about Fred? Recently, the police inspector has been giving lessons to Tom and Tony every day, telling them that he wants them to be detectives in the future, specializing in solving crimes.

Speaking of which, Chief Jones, are there any clues about Fred being found in your patrol area recently? The police inspector will ask this question at tomorrow's work meeting, so you'd better prepare early. "

When Jones heard this, he just held his chin and said helplessly: "Why is Fred so easy to investigate? From what those pickpockets said, this old guy seems to have not been seen for two or three years. Who knows what he is doing?" Well, maybe even dead.

The gangs now doing evil under the banner of 'Fred' may be the same as the group of workers who rebelled under the banner of 'General Ludd'. Maybe they just want to use Fred's name to scare their competitors. "

"No one can figure out what's going on. But you have to give the inspector an explanation. Even if there is no progress in Fred's matter, you still have to produce some decent results, otherwise it will be difficult to do the job!"

"Thanks for the reminder." Jones took a piece of candy from his pocket and threw it over: "Thank you for your hard work today. I went to the detention room to look for the suspect."

The young police officer took the candy and said with a smile: "Please wait for two minutes, the prosecution documents will be ready soon."

Jones nodded and immediately walked towards the detention room.

The door of the detention room was pushed open, and what came into view was a row of eight small compartments separated by iron fences. The furnishings in each compartment were very simple.

A wooden bucket used to hold excrement, a wooden board fixed to the wall with two iron chains, a thin quilt was removed and used as a seat, and the quilt was put on it to become a bed.

There was only one suspect detained here at this time, so Jones was spared the time of searching for the suspect.

He first glanced behind him to make sure no one was following him, then he slowly closed the door, then swayed in front of the suspect with his arms around each other.

"Fred, didn't I tell you? There was a disturbance at the Carlson store at 85 Thames Avenue at 7:30 in the morning.

At that time, my patrol officers should be patrolling there. They will arrest you, and then I will go to the magistrate court for a speedy trial.

Two days later, you will appear in the Old Ship Prison as you wished. What was the wrong thing in your mind that led to your arrest at the district police station? "

The suspect was squatting on the ground and drawing circles with hay out of boredom. He didn't look up at Jones and just snorted.

"Damn it, how do I know that the patrolman passing by is not a bastard of yours? Look at that bad idea you came up with, just to get charged with disrupting public order. My butt is being looked at, why don't you count it out? What’s my loss?”

There was a hint of anger in Jones's voice: "Didn't I teach you how to identify the patrol officers? Look at their shoulder badge numbers. Those with numbers starting with RG2 are the ones under my command.

You idiot, do you know Inspector Hastings is looking for you all over the world? But what are you doing? You actually sent yourself to his prison. "

Fred laughed loudly when he heard this and said: "There is no way, the world is so humorous sometimes. He may never have thought that the Fred he wanted to arrest was actually locked up by him."

Jones said angrily: "You still have the nerve to smile? Fortunately, we changed your identity for you half a year ago, otherwise the secret will be exposed now! Do you know what will happen if the matter is revealed? You will be hanged on the gallows of!"

Fred raised his head and raised his eyebrows: "You want to scare me? How dare a young man who just succeeded Willocks talk to me like that? You should ask him what kind of bowl I ate in the Army. Food?

If I hadn't committed a crime back then, I wouldn't have been forced to retire so early. If I hadn't retired, I might be working for the Metropolitan Police by now. Willocks can be Sheriff, what should I be? police? "

Jones sneered: "Willocks? He is already dead. Where do you want me to ask him?"

"Yes, of course I know he is dead."

Fred stood up, grasped the iron fence with both hands and pushed it outward. He heard a scream of pig iron and his head stuck out.

His head was on Jones's forehead, and his wide eyes seemed to be able to swallow Jones whole in one bite: "I'm not God, so I can't call Willocks up for you to cross-examine. But, I can send you Go down."

Jones' forehead was covered with sweat. From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the bent railings of the detention room, and his Adam's apple moved slightly.

Just as the two were in a stalemate, the young police officer's voice sounded outside the door of the detention room.

"Chief Jones, haven't you brought him out yet? I'm about to draft the charging documents."

Jones took a step back slightly, and he reached out and patted Fred on the shoulder: "After you go in, do your work well, and by the way, you can avoid the limelight of Inspector Hastings. This will be good for you and us."

Fred raised the corner of his mouth, smiled disdainfully, and stretched out his hands.

"Come on, cuff me."