Shadow of great britain

It was a hazy night, in the dark corner of Brick Lane in Whitechapel District.

The strong man with a fierce look was stepping into the puddle and sticking his head out, looking at the sparsely populated street.

Suddenly, he spotted a lone girl who was in a hurry, and a smile of successful conspiracy appeared on the strong man's face.

He waited patiently for the girl to come to the alley, then suddenly pulled out the knife hidden behind her, rushed forward and covered her mouth, put the blade on her neck, and pushed her into the alley. Drag it away little by little.

The girl was struggling and dragging him all the way, and the huge fear made her unable to hold back tears. She wanted to scream, but she couldn't make any sound.

The strong man stared and threatened: "You bitch, shut your mouth, I'm just grabbing some money. You must not say anything, or I will kill you!"

Seeing the girl's white calves disappearing little by little under the bright moonlight, she was gradually swallowed into the shadows, and the smile of the big man in the shadows became more and more ferocious.

Just as he was thinking about how to ravage the girl after robbing her, a broad and strong hand fell on his shoulder without any warning.

Behind him, authentic Chinese English with unique flavor sounded every word.

"What are you fucking doing?"

The strong man turned his head suddenly, and after just one glance, he was so shocked that goosebumps fell all over the floor.

They were about a dozen big men wearing big-brimmed hats and black trench coats. Who knows when they came here.

Before the robber could open his mouth to argue, Arthur had already kicked him in the stomach, then picked up a broken brick from the ground and stuffed it into the mouth of the robber who fell to the ground.

"Split into two people and bring this idiot back to the station."

The girl suddenly looked at what was happening in front of her. She had just come back to her senses and was about to stand up to express her gratitude to Arthur, but she saw him raising his fingers to his lips.

"Madam, there is no need to say thank you. We are on a special mission. It's so late, so don't go out. You are lucky this time. You have to understand that not every nightingale encounters an owl."

After saying this, Arthur tilted his head at Dennis again: "Dennis, you are responsible for escorting this lady back."

Upon hearing this, Officer Dennis hurriedly stepped forward to help the lady: "Madam, don't worry. We are Scotland Yard patrol officers. Wherever your home is, I have been assigned to escort you."

Hearing this, the girl held up her weak legs and forced a smile on her pale face. She lifted up her long skirt and gave a slight salute to Arthur, and then left with the help of Dennis.

Arthur looked at their retreating figures and couldn't help but frown and said: "The Whitechapel District has lived up to its reputation. Even if I squat here for a while, I can come across a major case."

When the red devil heard this, he just smiled and said: "Arthur, you'd better withdraw your attention as soon as possible. I have already seen through the darkness that the carriage you have been waiting for is coming."

As soon as Agares finished speaking, there was indeed a jingling bell on the street.

The driver was sweating. He looked around in panic at the streets of Brick Alley, feeling his heart in his throat.

"First...Sir, No. 75 Brick Lane is almost here. Do you want to settle the bill in advance? I don't dare to stay here for a while."

As soon as he finished speaking, a gap was opened in the communication window between the coachman and the passengers, and a banknote was held out between two fingers.

Jones' slightly tired voice also sounded: "Don't worry, I can't owe you anything. Remember to help me move something later, and any extra will be considered as a tip."

The coachman took the note and looked at it. It was a brand new one pound note.

With the blessing of money power, he suddenly felt full of courage.

Although the coachman's hand holding the reins was still shaking, his face was already full of smiles.

"Okay, sir, isn't it just a few boxes? No problem!"

While the two were talking, the wheels of the carriage stopped.

The driver took out the towel on his shoulder and wiped his sweat, then took a deep breath and jumped out of the seat, slapped the door and shouted.

"Sir, we are here, let's start moving things."

The car door was slowly pushed open, revealing three boxes of goods hidden inside as well as Jones holding a flintlock pistol and covering the lower half of his face with a black cloth.

The coachman was startled by him. He was about to scream, but Jones covered his mouth first.

The black muzzle of the gun was pressed against the coachman's head, and Jones warned: "Be honest if you want to make money! Help me move the things down, and it will be none of your business after that. But if you dare to scream, then I don't mind my hands either." Save another life.”

The driver raised his hands and looked at Jones steadily, then swallowed and nodded slowly.

"Okay...I...I will listen to you."

Under Jones's coercion and surveillance, the driver moved the boxes one after another. He was panting from exhaustion, but he did not dare to say even a word.

Jones just stared at him as he moved the box to the door of the detective agency, and then he instructed the driver: "You, go up and knock on the door."

"ah?"

The driver wanted to refuse, but as soon as he hesitated, Jones' pistol was pressed against his chin again.

He had been left with a psychological shadow by what happened the last time he came to the detective agency. After all, no one could explain Fred's temper.

When night falls, it is the moment when the bestiality in human beings is strongest. If Fred suddenly goes crazy and shoots him twice, Jones will not be able to bear it.

He read to the coachman: "I asked you to knock on the door, are you deaf?"

"Okay, okay! I'm knocking. Don't get excited. Don't get excited."

The coachman complained repeatedly in his heart, but now that the matter was over, he had no other choice.

He stretched out his hand tremblingly and patted the door of the detective agency, but after a long time there was no response.

Jones held the pistol with both hands and pressed it against the back of the coachman's head. He always felt an indescribable anxiety in his heart.

He cursed at the coachman: "Harder!"

The coachman had no choice but to clenched his fist and slammed the door of the office, but after a long time, there was still no movement in the house.

A bad feeling flashed through Jones's heart, and he finally realized something was wrong. His first reaction was to turn around and want to run away, but as soon as he took a step forward, he remembered what Superintendent Clemens told him yesterday.

He remembered Clemens's tone yesterday... being very harsh.

If the goods couldn't be delivered to Fred, then according to Clemens' temper, Jones would probably let Jones eat the food himself.

But how could he have the channels and connections to digest these stolen goods?

If these things are left in his hands for a day, he will have no peace for a day. Although everyone wants wealth, not everyone has the strength to protect this wealth.

When Jones thought of this, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and said to the driver: "Knock it out of the way for me."

"ah?"

The coachman was about to cry, but he began to complain in his heart about why he usually disrespected God, causing him to run into such a thing.

"Sir...I..."

"I'll let you break open that door!"

Jones was also forced to have no way out. He put his finger on the trigger and forced the driver to say: "I count to three, if you don't knock it away, I will fucking kill you on the spot!"

The coachman almost knelt down in front of Jones. He begged humbly: "Sir, for the sake of my family, please let me go. I really can't do it anymore."

Jones stared at the coachman with wide eyes and a trembling body. He bit his lip and remained in a stalemate for a long time before giving him a hard kick on the butt.

"Get out! Get the hell away from me!"

"Thank you! Thank you, sir!" The coachman climbed onto the carriage with his hands and feet as if he had been granted amnesty, shook the reins and drove away: "God bless you!"

Jones held a gun in one hand and pinched his waist with the other. He looked up at the dark detective office and sighed suddenly: "Alas!"

He took two steps back, and with calm shoulders, he hit the door with all his strength.

However, when his shoulder hit the door, he didn't meet much resistance.

The door was actually unlocked, and there was only a creak as Jones stumbled in.

He staggered and fell to the ground, and the finger on the pistol accidentally pulled the trigger.

Only a bang was heard, the musket was fired, and the bullet hit Jones' thigh, causing blood to flow all over the floor.

Jones was in pain for a moment, but he didn't dare to make a sound. He gritted his teeth and looked up into the dark detective office. Soon he saw the light from the oil lamp placed on the table in front of him.

Behind the oil lamp is a wall with huge words written crookedly on it. The content of the words is not elegant, but it is full of enthusiasm.

——Brother Jones, welcome!

"What...what's going on?"

Jones looked around, but he saw nothing except the writing on the wall and the table with the oil lamp.

All the furniture and decorations were gone, as if the place had just been looted and all valuable and worthless things were taken out.

Suddenly, Jones heard a burst of scattered footsteps behind him.

Then, lying on the ground, he saw a black windbreaker walking by.

The figure that was so familiar that it made him feel desperate picked up the letter placed next to the oil lamp. In fear, Jones thought of the gun at hand.

But before he could raise his pistol, he heard a uniform sound of drawing a gun from behind.

Jones' hand hanging in the air immediately froze in place.

Arthur opened the letter and just glanced at it, and then heard an angry breath in the quiet environment.

He turned around and grabbed the injured Jones by the collar.

"I have good news and bad news, which one do you want to hear first?"

Jones smiled reluctantly: "Let's hear the good news first..."

"The good news is that you just narrowly escaped death. If you had shot the driver, there would be a corpse lying on the ground."

Jones took a deep breath and said happily: "Then... what about the bad news?"

"The bad news is that you caused all of us to be fooled by Fred. Whether it's me or Clemens, you are fucking incompetent!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Arthur raised his fist and hit him hard on the side of the face.

There was only a thud, and Jones lost consciousness almost instantly and fell to the ground.

Tony hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Arthur, what's going on?"

Arthur didn't say anything, he just threw the letter in his hand to Tony.

Tony glanced at it. It was full of obscenities and Fred's pride.

——Jones, Clemens, you are just a bunch of jackasses! You have all settled my payment, why do I continue to help you?

——After finishing this job, plus the wealth I accumulated before, it is enough for me to purchase a large farm in the United States. Goodbye idiots, I'm going to the West to go gold hunting.

——Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you that when you read this letter, my ship has already set off. You all fell into my trap to lure the tiger away from the mountain!

——In addition, Scotland Yard will receive the report letter I left tomorrow. You all just wait to go in, idiot!

When Tony saw this, he couldn't help but panic. He quickly asked: "Arthur, what should we do now?"

Arthur thought for a moment, and suddenly thought of what Elder had said to him before. The Beagle seemed to be going out to sea for its first sea training today.

He glanced at his watch. It was three o'clock in the middle of the night. If Elder hadn't talked nonsense with him, it seemed that it might not be too late to chase Fred.

"Tom, Tony, you two go to the dock with me immediately! Some of the others will take Jones back to the police station, and the other part will immediately go to guard in front of the internal affairs department. As soon as Sir Peel arrives, you will directly report the latest case to him and request him Inform the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and the Royal Court of the Sea to issue a high seas arrest warrant for Fred!

Finally, if we can't find a boat at the dock, we also need the Royal Navy and Marine Police to provide boats with enough firepower to stop Fred! "