Shadow of great britain

"Have you found Willocks' body?"

When the middle-aged superintendent heard this, he couldn't help but frown: "You mean, it wasn't us who did it?"

The police officer nodded and said, "Yes, someone got there before us."

The middle-aged superintendent stood up and walked slowly in the office. He said to himself: "Who did it? The buyer? The enemy? Or the enemy in the same industry?"

The police officer lowered his voice and asked, "Do we need to launch a public investigation? We haven't disposed of the body yet."

"Need not."

The superintendent shook his finger: "Scotland Yard has attracted too much attention now, and everyone's eyes are focused on us. If news about the murder of the police chief happens again at this time, it will only make the matter worse, and what will be pointed out later There might be some trouble."

"Then conduct an internal secret investigation? We have determined that the last person who saw Willocks was Detective Constable Dennis Lloyd of the Greenwich District. If necessary, we can start with him and work backwards. Track it down.”

"Don't touch him for the moment. Get rid of Willocks' body first. Do it cleanly and don't leave any clues. By the way, have you sorted out Willocks's social relationship? It won't cause any trouble. Bar?"

The officer took out the document tucked in his arm and placed it on the desk.

"This is his information file. Both of Willocks' parents died when he was young. He joined the Army at the age of fourteen. After retiring, he joined Scotland Yard as a sergeant. He once had a wife, but they divorced not long after. The couple did not child."

The corner of the superintendent's mouth curled up: "It's a very simple social relationship. I like people like him. Brutal and violent, with well-developed limbs and a simple mind. He has no major flaws except that he is a little vindictive. He can throw it away at any time after using it. There is no need to worry about future troubles.

After you dispose of the body, come back and let me know. I will initiate investigation procedures within three days and convict him of absconding in fear of crime.

At that time, I will put all the internal guns and stolen goods we have trafficked from Scotland Yard in the past six months on his head. It is appropriate for him, a dead man, to bear the blame.

The equipment purchase list for this fiscal year will be finalized soon, and we can take this opportunity to make up the difference.

With Sergeant Arthur’s glorious deeds in front of him, it is doubtful that Parliament and the Secretary of State will do much to obstruct Scotland Yard’s budget request. "

The police officer was a little hesitant when he heard this: "But... wouldn't Sir Pierre become suspicious? There are dozens of guns, and the value of the stolen goods cannot be calculated specifically. Although we have done a very clean job, if the Ministry of Internal Affairs decides If you are determined to track it down, I’m afraid your fault will be discovered, right?”

"The Ministry of Internal Affairs will not pursue it."

"Why?"

The superintendent glanced at the officer and smiled disdainfully: "Sir Peel has finally turned around the reputation of Scotland Yard. Do you think he will tolerate the scandal of the London Metropolitan Police losing a large number of guns and stolen goods at this time? ?

As long as a scandal breaks out at this time, not only will all previous efforts be wasted, but there will also be strong backlash from public opinion.

The Whigs in the House of Commons had long been looking for an opportunity to impeach him, but he would not allow such a thing to happen.

Don't be fooled by Sir Peel's gentle and kind appearance, he has a deeper heart than anyone else.

He will definitely become suspicious and may investigate, but it will definitely not be done with great fanfare in the name of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. We can easily avoid it as long as we pay attention.

Of course, the best case scenario is that he simply pretends not to know about it. It's best for everyone that he continues to be his Home Secretary and we continue to do our police work. "

The young police officer was still a little scared, and the superintendent saw his hesitant and evasive eyes.

But he neither criticized nor reprimanded.

Instead, he simply patted the young police officer on the shoulder and said: "Jones, you have to know that the Home Secretary can't work for a lifetime and may be replaced at any time. But you will work at Scotland Yard for a lifetime.

Are you satisfied with twelve shillings a week? Do you love your shabby shelter and house?

Summer is coming, grab this and go buy your wife a beautiful dress and your kids some new toys. "

After saying this, the middle-aged police superintendent took out his wallet from his arms, folded ten brand-new pounds into diagonals, and stuffed them into the young police officer's jacket pocket.

"You are a very good young man, you deserve more and I am very optimistic about your future.

Now that Willocks is dead, oh, no, I should say he absconded out of fear of crime.

But no matter what, there will be a vacancy for a police sergeant in Greenwich. Jones, you know what I mean. Don't make the mistake of yourself. "

When the young police officer heard this, he couldn't help but tremble.

But when he felt the bulging weight in his pocket, he immediately stood at attention and saluted: "Yes, sir!"

The middle-aged superintendent nodded with satisfaction: "Go back to work now. By the time you finish handling the body and report back, your promotion documents should be drafted."

The young police officer clenched his fists. Although he tried his best to restrain his excitement, he couldn't help but reveal a faint smile.

Just as he was about to go out, suddenly, he seemed to remember something.

He took out a blood-stained playing card from his pants pocket and placed it on the table.

"By the way, sir, I found this on the chest of Willocks' corpse. It might come in handy."

The middle-aged police superintendent picked up the playing card, which was a pierced Jack of Hearts.

He lay on a chair and raised the playing cards up to the window, and the sunlight shone on the surface of the playing cards.

The color of a peach is so bright red.

"Heh...it's interesting."

…

Tom and Tony were locked in the same room in Scotland Yard's holding cell.

The two of them lay with their heads up on the ground, looking at the airtight dark environment, even breathing felt suppressed.

"Tony, tell me, are we both doomed this time?"

"Whatever, if I can beat up that old bastard Willocks, I think it's worth it."

"But aren't we getting beaten?"

"Shut up, Tom! Isn't it all your fault? You can put a sack on his head crookedly! Even if it's crooked, you can't sap him from behind with a stick?"

"Tony, what you said is so heartless! I've already broken the stick, what else can you ask me to do? That bastard Willocks is made of iron. If I had known better, I would have replaced the hammer with a wooden stick. ”

"That's because you hit the wrong place! If you hit him on the back of the head, anyone would be stunned. But you hit him on the back! This is good, Willocks is fine, and we both deserve a beating." Let’s lock him up!”

When Tom heard this, he felt that the future was gloomy: "Oh God! Save me. I am obviously atonement. I want to do something for Arthur, but why do you punish me like this?"

As soon as Tom finished speaking, the iron door of the solitary room creaked open.

The light penetrated into the dark confinement room, illuminating Arthur's majestic back and also lit up his shining Bath star epaulette.

Tony lay on his side with his back to the door, waving his hands impatiently: "Is it the food delivery guy? Just put the things on the ground, we will get them ourselves."

Tom, on the other hand, looked at the smiling Arthur in front of him in astonishment. He pushed Tony's butt beside him with his hand in a daze.

"Tony, Tony."

Tony was very angry: "What's wrong!"

"Look who's coming?"

"Who else could it be? Could it be Arthur?"

Tom felt that his mind was not clear anymore, and he murmured: "No, it's not Arthur, it's... it's God."