Shadow of great britain

Police officers Tony and Tom followed Arthur's footsteps and chased him. However, even though they were in good physical condition, it was not easy to catch up with Arthur on the crowded streets of London.

When they saw Arthur again, the two of them had arrived at the door of the Greenwich District Police Station of the London Metropolitan Police.

Arthur stood there, confronting a policeman in his thirties who was much bigger than him and had a hooked nose.

There is almost no difference between the two men's attires. The only difference is that the old police officer has three V-shaped logos on his shoulder straps, which represents his rank - sergeant.

He is Arthur's immediate superior, Sergeant-in-Charge of the Greenwich District Police Station of the London Metropolitan Police - Willocks Roberts.

Although Arthur is thin, he is taller than his opponent.

Although the other person was short, his face was clearly fierce. There was a shallow scar on his neck and a missing corner of his eyebrow.

Every scar on his body has its origins.

His scar comes from the War of the Seventh Alliance, when he served as a British Army soldier in most of the battles against the First French Empire.

The incomplete brow comes from St. Peter's Square in Manchester in 1819.

Since Britain participated in seven anti-French alliances in the 22 years from 1793 to 1815 and was at war with France for a long time, the domestic trade and economy were greatly affected, and the British authorities chose to adopt tough and high-pressure measures domestically. Policies have deepened domestic conflicts.

The conflicts that had accumulated over the years finally broke out in 1819. On August 16, a mass rally of 80,000 people broke out in St. Peter's Square in Manchester.

They demanded reform of the electoral system, the repeal of the Corn Laws and the lifting of laws prohibiting workers' associations.

Not only that, the organizers of the conference also invited the famous radical reformer Henry Hunter to speak to the public.

In panic, the Manchester city government ordered the arrest of Henry Hunter and the organizers of the conference, and the conflict between the two sides completely intensified.

In order to control the situation, the British authorities finally ordered the military police and the British Army to suppress the rally.

The 15th Light Cavalry Regiment, which made great achievements for Britain on the battlefield of Waterloo, also participated in this operation, and they also completed the task "excellently" this time.

The 15th Light Cavalry Regiment rode back and forth on tall horses, eventually killing 18 people and injuring more than 700 people.

Therefore, this operation was also nicknamed by the British people as the Battle of Waterloo that took place in St. Peter's Square, referred to as the Peterloo Massacre.

And this police chief was a member of the Peterloo Massacre.

As a long-time veteran, Willocks officially retired last year and decided to accept internal arrangements to serve as chief of police in the newly established Greater London Police Department.

He walked slowly around Arthur, his snake-like eyes scanning Arthur up and down, and then he spoke after a long time.

"I've heard about what you did in the magistrate's court. Beautiful, well done. Do you think I would praise you like that? Arthur?"

Arthur glanced at him: "How can I have the luck to get a compliment from you?"

Willocks sneered: "You still have some brains!

Tell you the truth! I am very angry, very angry! You are lucky too, very lucky!

If it had been when I was still in the army, you would have been beaten by me until you were lying on the ground holding your stomach and unable to get up!

What do you think you are?

You are just a policeman!

What you need is command and obedience!

This is not some bullshit public conscience, that is something that MPs and cabinet ministers should consider!

Arthur, do you want to go beyond your duty?

A blatant attack on the letter of the law in the Magistrates' Court. Do you know what trouble this would cause if it were reported to the higher courts?

What do you think the Supreme Court will think?

What do you think the legislators responsible for legislation will think?

What do you think the two Lord Chancellors who oversee Scotland Yard would think?

Just because of your insignificant conscience, do you want to drag me down with you?

answer me! Arthur! "

Arthur said calmly: "I came here specially today just to explain."

He took off his hat, took off his epaulettes, and held them out in both hands.

"Everything is my sole responsibility. I am solely responsible for the consequences. I, Inspector Arthur Hastings of the Greenwich District of the Metropolitan Police, hereby resign. .”

Willocks had his hands behind his back. He was obviously grinning, but his face was uglier than crying.

Compared with today's bright weather, his face was as gloomy and dark as a cold rainy night.

He suddenly grabbed Arthur's shirt collar: "Do you bear the responsibility? Take the blame and resign? Who do you think you are? Do you think you are the Prime Minister of Great Britain!"

Arthur looked at his old face that was close to him. He slowly closed his eyes, and his clenched fists made a crunching sound.

When Willocks heard the noise, he looked down at Arthur's fist, and smiled arrogantly: "Come on, take action! Haven't you always wanted to beat me up! Come on! I didn't even see him on the battlefield back then. How dare you fight me after being beaten to the ground?!"

Arthur took a deep breath and put his hands in his pockets.

"Willocks, don't blame me for not warning you. When I went to patrol the East District last night, I brought a gun just in case."

As soon as Arthur finished speaking, Willocks felt something pressing on his stomach.

Cold sweat slowly flowed down from Willocks' temples, and time seemed to have frozen, as the two of them remained in such a stalemate at the scene.

Upon seeing this, Officers Tony and Tom hurriedly stepped forward to rescue them and said, "Arthur, Chief Willocks, please wake up. We are all colleagues and we cannot do this."

"Yes, yes... if this continues, people will really die."

But Arthur didn't seem to hear the two's persuasion, and instead said to Willocks.

"You could use your brain to make a bell."

Willox's pupils shrank, and he said angrily: "What did you say!"

Arthur shook his head slightly: "This sentence was not said by me, but by Victor Hugo."

Willocks yelled: "Which area is Victor Hugo in charge of?!"

Arthur said coldly: "He is not a policeman, but a French writer."

When Willocks heard this, he suddenly felt angry.

He was about to yell at Arthur, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he felt that the thing that was originally pressed against his stomach had moved to his chest.

His forehead was covered with sweat, so he had to temporarily change his words: "Oh, Arthur. I, I know that you are a top student who graduated from university and a person who likes to read.

But take my advice and read less French stuff, as it will poison your mind. You can read something else, such as our Chinese quintessence, Shakespeare and so on. "

Arthur nodded, as if he understood what the Sheriff said, and he said, "Your brain capacity is not as large as earwax."

"What did you say!"

"Don't be angry, Mr. Sheriff. As you wish, that sentence just came from Shakespeare."

Willocks's face turned red. He wanted to retaliate against Arthur, but he didn't know what to say. His lack of vocabulary limited his "ambition".

Seeing that he was silent, Arthur said again: "You uneducated bastard."

Willocks seemed to have given up. He took a deep breath and suppressed his anger.

"Forget it, just think of it as you giving me extra lessons. Tell me, who said this just now?"

Arthur raised his eyebrows slightly, and placed the epaulettes and uniforms he had taken off on Willocks' head.

"This was said by Arthur Hastings. Goodbye, Mr. Sheriff."

He threw away the thing on Willocks' chest, put his hands in his trouser pockets and disappeared into the crowd on the street with a leisurely pace.

Willocks looked down and saw that it was not a pistol, but an ordinary pipe.

The tobacco in the pipe was not finished yet and was scattered all over the floor.

Shame, anger, hatred...

Countless emotions surged into Willocks's heart. He clenched his fists and roared in the direction of Arthur's retreat.

"Arthur! Just wait! Don't think you can escape by taking off these clothes! I will launch an internal investigation against you! I must launch an internal investigation against you!!!"