Shadow of great britain

The iron door of the confinement room gradually closed, and darkness returned to the room.

In the lightless environment, Jones re-adapted for a while, and then he could see Arthur clearly in front of him.

Today, Arthur has wet hair tied back on his head and is not wearing a uniform. He just wears a white shirt and tight riding pants.

If paired with a cowboy hat and overalls, perhaps Arthur would look more like a western cowboy on the North American prairie rather than a Scotland Yard policeman.

Arthur raised his legs and stepped forward. Jones took half a step back in fear, but after a moment, he finally stopped and stayed where he was.

He swallowed hard and then said: "Sir."

"Don't call me sir."

Arthur pointed to his white shirt and said: "Didn't you see that I don't have a uniform? I am only a policeman when I am on duty in uniform or plainclothes. At other times, I am just an ordinary London citizen, and you are the same now." There’s no difference.”

Arthur's words were not too long, but the information revealed made Jones feel as if the sky was falling.

His upper and lower teeth chattered, and he asked intermittently: "So...so...I was dismissed from my post?"

"if not?"

Arthur leaned down and sat at the foot of the doorstep. He looked at Jones with a deadly look in his reddish eyes.

"Do you think Clemens will come forward to protect you? He can't protect himself now, so why do you think he will come forward to help you?

Does it mean that just because you helped him do some dirty things, you feel that you are part of their small group?

Jones, I always thought you were smart, at least you were smarter than Tom and Tony. But now it seems that you are too stupid, and your whole body exudes an aura of extreme stupidity.

In this world, of course it’s okay if you want to do bad things. There are many people in this world who do bad things and make huge profits.

But if you really plan to do it. Well, you'd better have an intelligence level commensurate with the crime you committed.

If you are not smart, then don't be a good person or a bad person, just be an ordinary person.

Because if those two types of people don't have enough ability, they will soon leave their fate in the hands of others. Letting other people decide your fate is the stupidest thing in the world. "

When Jones heard this, his whole body was shaking, and his throat felt a little dry, which made his voice hoarse.

"Inspector Hastings..."

"I told you, don't call me a police inspector. I'm not a police officer now. I don't wear a uniform."

At this point, Arthur suddenly smiled: "But do you know why I'm not wearing a uniform?"

Jones's mind went blank. At this time, he no longer had the ability to think. He could only shake his head.

Arthur tugged at his collar, and then raised his fingers at him.

Jones put his ear to his side and heard Arthur's calm and angry voice.

"Because I'm different from you. You wear those clothes to protect yourself, but if I wear those clothes, my task will become to protect you who are not wearing a police uniform!"

As soon as Arthur finished speaking, Jones heard the whistling wind in his ears.

There was only a thud, and Arthur knocked him to the ground with a beautiful uppercut.

Arthur stood up and kicked him hard in the stomach: "Get up! Jones, don't you people like the argument of the weak and the strong? Since you like to eat people so much, then when you are eaten , don’t show me this ‘spare my life’ expression! If this world is really about the jungle, then even if it’s not me, it’s not your turn to live in the end!”

Jones covered his bruised and swollen side of his face, raised his hand and said, "Sir, I..."

Arthur picked up his collar and lifted him up: "What did you call me?"

"Black...Mr. Hastings..."

"Are you admitting defeat now?" Arthur asked at the corner of his mouth: "I won't let you go even if you admit defeat!"

He waved his hand and slapped Jones again, making his eyes flash with stars, and then smashed him to the ground.

Arthur pinched his waist and gasped for breath, and said: "Come on, Jones, don't say I won't give you a chance. Now you are not a policeman, and I am not a policeman. No one has any scruples. If you don't want to die, then stay here Kill me. The law of the jungle, the law of the jungle, a very fair one-on-one, let me see if you are worthy of living."

Jones was lying on the ground panting, and he said, "Just beat me to death, Mr. Hastings, I...I won't fight back."

When Arthur heard this, his smile became even brighter, but it was not because he was happy, but because he was angry.

He kicked Jones into the wall.

Then, before Jones could catch his breath, he sat on Jones' body and punched Jones' body one after another with his fists that even Fred couldn't bear.

"Don't fight back? You won't win any sympathy if you don't fight back! You should know better than me how many dead bodies sink in the Thames every day! Not only you, but also Clemens, neither of you can escape my grasp. Heart! Just because of your own interests, do you know how many people have been killed directly or indirectly? Not only the indentured servants, not just the crime rate, not just Adam, but also thousands of Robins!"

The sound of Arthur's punches falling on Jones one after another was heard outside the door, and Tom and Tony, who were waiting outside the confinement room, heard their bodies tremble.

Someone walked by the door of the solitary room and took a curious look, but instantly received Tony's glare.

"What are you looking at? Be an upright person and do things seriously. This place has nothing to do with you!"

The young police officer was so agitated by his scolding that he had to leave quickly.

But gradually, Tom couldn't listen anymore. He asked: "Tony, how about we go in and persuade. Arthur shouldn't do this kind of thing. He is a well-educated and good man, and he never likes to use violence. This way If the beating continues, will he really feel better?"

When Tony heard this, he didn't answer directly, but said.

"Perhaps you are right, but it is Arthur's duty to think about whether it is appropriate, and my duty is to carry out Arthur's orders. It was because I listened to him last time that we killed all the body snatchers in London. He was brought to justice and all Scotland Yard patrol officers received a collective pay rise.

Whether it is spiritually or materially, Arthur does what he says and everything is carried out in accordance with his promises. I'm very happy about this. So from then on, I made up my mind that as long as it was Arthur's order, I would resolutely implement it.

Of course, Tom, I'm not suggesting you imitate me. But for me, even if Arthur is wrong, I plan to follow him all the way to the end. "

After saying this, Tony closed his mouth. It seemed that what came from the solitary room was not the sound of beatings, but the sound of rain falling on the street.

When Tom heard this, he couldn't help but frown and sighed: "Tony, what are you talking about!"

He endured again and again, but still couldn't help knocking on the iron door: "Arthur, Arthur! That's almost it. Just leave him alive. Why bother putting your own future on the line for him?"

In the solitary room, when Arthur heard this, his fist hanging in the air stopped.

He looked at Jones, whose nose was bleeding and his face was covered with bruises and bruises, and took a deep breath.

He asked: "You really don't fight back? At least let me see your backbone."

Jones raised his swollen eyes, and his smile revealed a hint of helplessness: "Sir, I have a family."

Arthur was silent for a while after hearing this.

He looked at Jones's face, and after all, the hanging fist did not hit him. He let go of the hand holding Jones' collar, then stood up and said.

"I forgot to tell you. Although I wrote your malpractice report, I haven't handed it in yet."

When Jones heard this, a little light suddenly bloomed in his originally dim eyes.

"You...you mean?"

Arthur lit the pipe again: "Your life is not worth much, and it cannot pay for so many sins. So this time, let's count you over it. But this does not mean that you are safe. Don't forget that your life is in danger now." In whose hands it is. You are absolutely right, don’t forget that you still have a family.”

When Jones heard this, he felt that the dark confinement room was filled with light, as if the person standing there was not Arthur, but his God.

He knelt in front of Arthur and thanked him emotionally: "Thank you! Thank you very much! I...I promise I will atone for my sins."

Arthur leaned down and patted his face: "Atonement? What do you think of me? I'm not God, so I'm not responsible for forgiving anyone. What I want is for you to work hard for me, just like you used to work for Clay That's what James did. Jones, this is your retribution."

Jones nodded repeatedly, feeling relieved and with a smile on his face: "This is my retribution. It is indeed the retribution I deserve. Thank you, Mr. Hastings."

When Arthur saw this, he frowned and gave him another kick in the stomach.

He looked at Jones, who was curled up into a ball holding his stomach and out of breath, and turned and left, leaving only a back figure and a long voice.

"Call me sir, you idiot."

Agares was hanging upside down on the roof of the solitary room. He wrapped his body tightly with bat wings. At the same time, he was looking at Arthur's leaving back with his red eyes. He took everything in. Return to the bottom of your eyes.

The Red Devil's voice rang in Arthur's ears, and he chuckled and murmured: "Oh, Arthur, a good scene. Many times, I thought you really planned to beat him to death on the spot."

Wearing a bloody white shirt, Arthur walked out of the police station door under the awe of the police officers. He faced the light rain on the streets of London and raised his head to breathe in the fresh air.

"Although I didn't intend to kill him. But if Tom hadn't called me, I might have killed him on the spot."

The red devil chuckled: "Then what are you going to do to keep him alive?"

Arthur rubbed the raindrops on his face and washed away the blood on his face: "Clemens is gone and Fred is dead. But this does not mean that London is peaceful. After all, the poverty rate in London is There. On the contrary, without these people, the East End of London will probably return to the wild Middle Ages. In my opinion, this is not acceptable.”

When the red devil heard this, there was a hint of joy in his eyes, and he smiled in a low voice.

"So, you still plan to recruit that 'Cambridge's little brother'?"

Arthur nodded: "It depends on whether they can cooperate."

The devil asked, "What if they don't cooperate?"

Arthur blew out a smoke ring: "I believe they will cooperate."

The red devil showed a playful smile: "My dear Arthur, you finally recognize the two sides of the world. You finally understand that for people like you, only by taming the darkness can you dominate the light."

Arthur glanced at him, took a deep breath from his cigarette, poured out the ash, and cursed: "What bullshit darkness and light."

"Are you still being stubborn?"

The red devil smiled, his figure gradually disappeared, and only his seductive voice could be heard still ringing in Arthur's ears.

"This...is your destiny...accept everything that fate weaves in you, because apart from that, I really can't think of anything else that would be more suitable for you."