Shadow of great britain

Outside the Greenwich Police Station, Fiona, who was wearing a long skirt, pushed her long pale blond hair behind her ears. She looked at the pipe in her hand with a complicated mood.

Behind her were the members of the ‘Little Brothers of Cambridge’ who were released together.

This group of young men of different heights, short, fat, and thin looked at Fiona's expression of unclear meaning, and one by one they stepped forward to comfort her: "Fiona, it's not a big deal. Didn't you just sell your body as usual? At least the brothers have been released, and all your expenses in the past two days will be paid for by us."

Fiona couldn't help but glare at them when she heard this: "What are you selling your body? This time you are selling your soul! We have no way back now, you idiots!"

Guys, you look at me and I look at you. They all have no idea what's going on with the eldest sister today.

Someone whistled frivolously and couldn't help but joke: "Selling your soul? Is this some new skill you have developed recently?"

Unexpectedly, after hearing this, Fiona raised her hand and slapped him unceremoniously.

Only a snapping sound was heard.

The man covered his side face with red palm marks and was stunned for a long time before he remembered to get angry.

He rolled up his sleeves and glared: "You bitch, do you really think I don't dare to beat you?"

"You try it?" As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Fiona pull out a flintlock pistol and stab it into the other person's mouth: "James, listen to me, from now on, what do you do, what do you do, You all have to listen to me. If you are not convinced, then I will send you to see God immediately."

James held the barrel of the gun in his mouth, and his forehead was covered with sweat. He always felt that this posture was somewhat familiar.

"You...where did you get the gun? Haven't...our guns have been confiscated?"

"Where do you think I got it?"

Fiona stirred the barrel of the gun in James' mouth, and finally slowly pressed it against the roof of his mouth. She flirted with her blond hair charmingly with her fingertips, and then flirted in front of the Greenwich Police Station. Eye.

There was no one else at the door of the police station except Superintendent Arthur Hastings, who was leaning against the door and smoking.

Arthur also noticed Fiona's actions. He poured out the embers from his pipe and said to Fiona in a neutral tone: "Don't kill anyone, at least not here."

After saying this, Arthur turned and walked towards the police station.

Fiona covered her chest with one hand and said with an unabashed smile overflowing with happiness: "Darling~ I will listen to you."

The little guys couldn't help but swallowed when they heard this.

They asked: "Fiona, did you get close to him?"

"Then...that officer seems to be of a high level."

"So...so you're going to be a police officer's wife?"

Fiona raised her head and glanced at the gang of guys under her hands arrogantly: "I am not that lucky, but with the relationship between the two of us, if you make me unhappy, I can still let him send you in! As I just said, all of you have to listen to me from now on, and we will do whatever business I say! As long as we don’t make him angry, we will soon become rich. "

The guys looked at each other, still hesitating.

But when they saw Fiona's pistols starting to point at them one by one, the group quickly followed their heart.

"Okay... okay, we will listen to you whatever you say! As long as you can make money, isn't it the same in any business? We have always believed in your smart mind, let alone now you are still..."

As soon as he said this, Fiona's gun was already on his head: "I don't allow you to mention his name. We just need to know the relationship between me and him. If anyone dares to talk nonsense outside, don't blame me. Look at our old friendship.”

The boy looked at Fiona's fierce expression, squeezed out a stiff smile, nodded slowly and said: "Okay... Fiona, whatever you say is fine."

Fiona smiled and nodded when she heard this: "Also, from now on, don't call me by my name. Fiona is not what you should call. Just like when I first met you, you had to call me My last name is Miss Ivan."

In the Greenwich police station, the Red Devil stood on the bowler hat above Arthur's head, looking out at the scene.

Agares laughed and rubbed his hands: "Oh! My dear Arthur, it seems that you have chosen a good little girl to be your underground agent. She has just received the power you gave her, and she can't wait 's starting to use it. Seeing her always reminds me of an old friend, and damn, it's kind of nostalgic."

Arthur glanced at him, stood in the corridor and asked: "You have such a terrible personality, how can you still have female friends?"

Agares covered his mouth and smiled: "Oh, Arthur, I have a lot of female friends. It's just that I make friends with them not because they are women, but because they have a part of them that I admire. The quality. I am not your friend Elder who is possessed by Asmodeus, who can’t move forward when he sees the opposite sex.”

"So, which old acquaintance of yours does Fiona look like?"

Agares smiled and flapped his wings: "Do you know Nemesis?"

Arthur laughed: "You actually know the Greek gods? Nemesis, the inevitable goddess of revenge who lives on Mount Olympus. Agares, I thought you guys were born in the Mesopotamia. Devils and spirits have no business with them."

The Red Devil ignored Arthur's doubts. He passed through the hall of Greenwich Police Station like a breeze, and only his voice still echoed in the hall.

"Every region has its own beliefs, and every era has its gods. It's not a big deal. What has passed away does not mean it has really passed away, and what exists may not be able to survive for a long time. The future How it develops still depends on your own efforts..."

Arthur picked up the handkerchief and wiped the dust on his face. He couldn't help but shake his head and said: "When it comes to pretending to be a ghost, it has to be you."

He opened the door to the office and saw a fat man sitting on his office chair, holding a quill and frowning, thinking hard.

Seeing this scene, Arthur walked over quietly, for fear of interrupting the fat man's thoughts.

He leaned behind the office chair and took a look, only to see a familiar title written on the manuscript paper in front of the fat man - "The Revenge of Edmond Dantès".

Alexandre Dumas grabbed his head and felt that it was about to split.

He said to himself: "Although the main plot has been determined, what kind of beginning should be used to bring readers in?"

"How about trying to break off the engagement? A genius, or in other words, a promising young man, suddenly for unknown reasons, his bright life suddenly fell to the bottom. Even the fiancée who was about to get married ran away with someone. I don't think there is anything wrong with it. Nothing could be more engaging for readers than this.”

Alexandre Dumas turned his head suddenly and said in surprise: "You still know how to write books?"

Arthur shook his head and said: "I don't understand, but I have read it. But having said that, you suddenly started writing a new book. Is this a discovery of your conscience? Are you finally planning to pay my rent?"

Hearing this, Alexandre Dumas snorted disdainfully: "What do you know? This is the playwright's sudden inspiration. This is the creative desire given by God, and money is only responsible for providing a little bit of insignificant motivation. Besides, you Keep me in front of you at all times. I can't go to other places to watch the theater, and restaurants in England also make me lose my appetite. I have to find some motivation for myself to live."

Arthur leaned against the wall and nodded: "So your motivation for living is only a headline? The scammers in the London Stock Exchange still know how to release some news, and you just plan to use a headline to fool the readers. If you want to write, you are a scammer. Still lacks some basic skills.”

Alexandre Dumas heard this and said angrily: "You speak as if you are very professional, just a Scotland Yard policeman. Those who don't know better think you wrote "Henry III and His Court"!"

Arthur said: "I am indeed not a professional, but I think I may be able to provide you with some reasonable help and advice. Next week I will go to a party at General Codrington's house. He told me that besides science, Knowledge, and you can also talk about literature or other things. If you can write the beginning before next week, I may be able to help you make a name for yourself in London's upper circles at that party."

Alexandre Dumas doubted: "You, a British guy, have such good intentions?"

Arthur shrugged his shoulders: "Believe it or not. Although I am not doing this entirely to help you, after all, I feel that my personal scientific literacy is not enough to sustain a three- or four-hour private party. Rather than being challenged by them on various scientific issues, I would rather talk to them about literary techniques."

When Alexandre Dumas heard this, he believed it. He nodded and said: "You are quite honest. But I have to admit that the idea you just mentioned is quite good. At the beginning, I found that my fiancée ran away with someone. , a great future was ruined, which does coincide with my thinking.

I originally planned to make the protagonist a promising sailor who was framed and imprisoned, and then sent to an island prison. If you add an element at the beginning where the fiancée is stabbed for her love, it will indeed make the readers more angry. When the protagonist launches his revenge later, it will also make them feel more content. "

Arthur heard this and asked: "Then have you thought about how to let the protagonist escape from the island prison?"

"This...I haven't started thinking about this yet. I'm still thinking about how to write the beginning."

Arthur smiled and leaned over and said: "I think you can set up a mentor-like role for him in the island prison, for example..."

"Mentor?" As soon as he said this, Agares appeared out of nowhere. The red devil wore a monocle and nodded: "Speaking of mentor, he should be a knowledgeable devil."

Arthur glanced at this guy and continued: "I think the mentor can be a knowledgeable old prisoner, a chemist or a naturalist or something..."