Shadow of great britain

On the deck of the Black Thorn, five or six sailors raised scimitars and surrounded Arthur. However, they looked at each other, and no one dared to move forward.

Arthur took out the handkerchief from his trouser pocket and wiped the blood along the blade of the sword.

He dropped the handkerchief and asked, "Where is Fred?"

The sailors looked at each other in confusion upon hearing this. None of them spoke, but they all looked at the wooden door behind them that led to the bottom of the cabin.

Arthur nodded slightly: "Very good."

Almost at the same moment he spoke, muskets fired behind him, which came from the fire support from the grinning Marines.

In the thick white smoke, Arthur's footsteps jumped over corpses one after another, and on both sides of the deck, there were frightened enemies of the Black Thorn who crouched down, holding their heads and disarming themselves.

Arthur walked to the cabin door, and instead of pushing the door open with his hand, he pulled out the two flintlock pistols at his waist and fired rapidly at the wooden door.

Only two bangs were heard, and two small holes appeared in the wooden door.

Then there was another bang inside the door, the sound of his head hitting the ground.

Arthur leaned down and aimed his eyes at the two holes. He saw a pirate corpse with bleeding from the corner of his mouth and a gun in his hand.

He gently opened the door, and a foul smell hit his face. It was the sour smell of sweat and urine.

He stroked the handrail with one hand and walked down the Black Thorn's hanging ladder step by step.

Under the light of the dim oil lamp and the illumination of a hole opened by the shell, he gradually saw the surrounding environment clearly.

This is a mezzanine made of wooden boards. Going down from here should be the place where slaves are kept.

Although the smell here is not very good, it is not very crowded. There is a desk and a few chairs directly opposite Arthur, and there is a wooden billboard on the table that reads - Black Chi Detective Agency.

Arthur breathed lightly: "It seems that this is the furniture Fred took away?"

He scanned the surrounding environment and after confirming that no one was here, he planned to continue the pursuit to the next level.

Unexpectedly, before he could move, he heard a sound of 'Uh-huh' coming from the corner of the room.

He frowned, put the sword behind his back and approached slowly. It wasn't until he was halfway there that he realized the source of the sound was a fat curly-haired man with his hands tied behind his back, his mouth gagged with a rag, and stuffed under the table.

The fat man also noticed Arthur. He first looked at Arthur blankly, and then nodded anxiously at him, indicating to Arthur to quickly take off the rag that was blocking his mouth.

Arthur looked at his appearance, and while taking off the gag rag, he couldn't help but curl his lips and asked: "So, what should I call you? Sir from France, are you called Friday or Robinson?" "

As soon as the white cloth was removed from the fat man's mouth, he couldn't help but breathe heavily, and then he said emotionally: "Merde! Con!"

Arthur raised the back of his hand to wipe the sweat from his face and asked: "I'm sorry, sir. I don't understand French very well. Can you translate it for me?"

The fat man did not refuse Arthur's request. He spoke in fluent English: "I'm so fucked!"

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Arthur raised his eyebrows and exhaled: "You are a literary giant from the beginning. No wonder the French government wants your life so much. Maybe they are jealous that you are too civilized, and France does not allow a civilization like yours to exist. But, sir, even if If you don’t want to tell me your name, can you tell me first, do you know where Fred went?”

After hearing this, the fat man seemed to remember something, and he shouted: "Watch the top of your head!"

When Arthur heard this, he quickly raised his head and discovered that there was a narrow area above this mezzanine.

Fred stood there with his strong body hunched over, pointing two flintlock pistols at Arthur and yelling curses.

"Damn it! You chased me so fast. I just came down to get the gun and ran into you!"

Hearing only two bangs, Fred decisively turned on the fire, and Arthur was so desperate that he had no choice but to kick on the desk drawer.

All they saw was that the desk turned sideways and fell on Arthur and Fatty, but at the same time it also blocked the bullet for them.

Fred threw the gun away when he saw this, and he simply jumped directly, intending to give Arthur and the fat man a crushing blow.

However, at this time Arthur had rolled to the other side.

There was only a loud bang, and Fred slammed it down. Dust flew up in the cabin, and the desk shattered to the floor.

However, although Arthur escaped, he suffered a lot from the fat French man. He was eaten alive by the desk and Fred, the British strongman, who weighed more than 200 kilograms of flesh bombs.

The fat man's face suddenly turned pale, his eyes widened, and he seemed to be about to die.

Fred was also very frightened by his appearance. He patted the fat man's face and comforted him: "My big darling, you have to cheer me up. You can't bear this insignificant weight, right? Where did all your fat go? Damn it! At least you can't die here, I'm still waiting to get the bounty from you!"

When the fat man heard this, he didn't know whether he was angry or had finally recovered his breath. He cursed loudly: "If you don't get off me, I will bite my tongue and commit suicide!"

Fred finally breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that he could still curse with such vigor. He nodded quickly and said: "Okay, okay! As long as you live well, I will listen to you in everything."

Fred climbed up from the desk, took out the saber from his waist, and licked his dry lips.

"Boy, I know you can fight, but so what? Being in the Royal Navy is not a place where heroes have no use. The Admiralty pays you so many bucks every month, what the hell are you trying to do? Huh? Listen to my advice, if you vote for me, I will lead you to do big business."

Arthur looked at Fred's appearance carefully and felt that it looked a bit familiar. Suddenly, he twitched the corner of his mouth and asked with a smile.

"Mr. Fred, have you forgotten me? I am not working for the Royal Navy. And on the contrary, I have wanted your life for a long time."

Hearing this, Fred narrowed his eyes slightly, and he slowly remembered as he stared at Arthur's face.

"Ah! Inspector Arthur Hastings. Yes, yes, I don't know how to praise you. How could I forget you? We did meet, in the police station of Greenwich District, That time I took a shit in the shop. Damn it! Clemens was so hot on the trail. Didn't I just report his dirty deeds to Scotland Yard? It wouldn't be enough to alert a big shot like you. Your Majesty is here!"

Arthur smiled and said: "Mr. Fred, it seems that you don't know much about the power relations in Scotland Yard. Superintendent Clemens and I do not belong to the same faction. He is eager to kill me, and I am eager to kill him." Damn it, we both can’t pee in the same pot.”

Fred hunched over and circled Arthur around the desk with the knife, while savoring Arthur's words, he grinned.

"So, there is still a chance for us to cooperate? What do you want, money, or evidence of Clemens' evil deeds? I know a lot, Inspector Hastings, you understand, I People like this need to have more information if they want to stay alive."

Arthur nodded slightly: "Indeed, it is precisely because you have a lot of information. Therefore, I can neither ask for money nor evidence, I can only ask for... your life!"

Fred and Arthur stepped forward almost at the same time, and the two of them fought with swords, but neither one took advantage.

As soon as the two separated, Fred took advantage of Arthur's change of pace to swing his saber and hit him in the armpit.

Arthur took advantage of the situation and turned his wrist, instantly changing the path of his sword. The tip of his sword pierced Fred's outstretched wrist.

Although Fred's reaction was not slow, the moment he put away the sword, Arthur's sword still opened a gash on the back of his hand.

Fred glanced at the bloody back of his hand, his curled ears twitched slightly, and asked with a grin: "Not bad! Who did you learn this swordsmanship from? I have also fought against many Scotland Yard policemen, but none of them You are so energetic!"

"Oh?" Arthur moved slowly, eyes fixed on Fred: "Who have you fought with?"

"There are quite a few, such as the Jones under you, but he is not good. Among the policemen of Scotland Yard, apart from you, Willocks is the only one who has some strength."

Arthur smiled and asked: "What was the result of your competition with Willocks? To be honest, I also fought with him."

Fred grinned and smiled with big gold teeth: "It's not a big deal. Although Willocks is a bad guy who bullies the weak and fears the strong, he is quite lucky. If he hadn't knelt down to beg for mercy that time, I almost killed him. ."

"Really?" Arthur asked: "I have a different point of view from you. I think Willocks is not lucky."

"Why?"

Arthur inhaled slightly: "Because before he can beg for mercy, I will kill him!"

Fred was shocked when he heard this. Almost in an instant, the tip of Arthur's sword was almost in front of his eyes.

But fortunately, his steps were not messy, and he avoided the attack with a deft change of steps.

After changing steps and turning sideways, what was exposed in front of him was Arthur's side.

He laughed and slashed at Arthur's right arm at shoulder level with his chopping knife: "It seems that you, like Willocks, are unlucky today!"

However, when the red devil saw this, he couldn't help but wagging his tongue and laughing wildly: "Arthur, this idiot has been fooled, use that move quickly, defend and counterattack!"

Arthur is lighter than Fred, which also means faster speed and more flexibility.

His legs behind him instantly lifted up half a step, his left shoulder pressed against Fred's armpit, and then his raised left hand also clasped the veins on Fred's right wrist.

Fred felt a numbness in his right hand, and the arm holding the saber couldn't help but drop. However, this drop caused Arthur to step on the tip of the saber with his left foot.

Immediately afterwards, there was a sound of the sword tip breaking through the flesh, and Fred's left palm, which was missing two fingers, trembled slightly.

He frowned and his big gold teeth trembled: "Damn it, I... I just broke the law and committed a crime to sell some slaves? What I do is not a big business. You... you little bastard... you Say you...why the hell are you doing this?"

Only a roar was heard, and Fred's body fell heavily to the ground.

In the dust, Arthur sheathed his sword. He looked at Fred, who was twitching and half-dead on the ground, and was about to turn around and leave.

However, in the dust, he suddenly found Fred slowly extending his hand with only three fingers.

The remaining thumb and little finger on the palm shrank suddenly, leaving only a middle finger.

Fred, the famous thief general in London, left his last voice on earth.

"You...you are pretending to be your mother!"