"The Widow" Bertha

When Thomas Thames left the Jesse Gang, he took with him a few brothers with whom he had a strong relationship, but not many.Even with the addition of Sykes and his cronies, there are only a dozen members who really belong to Mrs. Thames.

Of course, this does not include the army of children led by "Can't Catch".

"I've already found out the location," Jack ran back, as triumphant as a general, "Who is Jesse's gang, and what are they doing, now it's clear."

"To the Irish and the Gypsies?" asked Thomas.

"It's been said!"

"it is good."

Thomas nodded: "It's our turn to go out."

Even London in the [-]th century was a fairly large city. It was filthy and filthy, and it accepted poor people from all over with a ruthless tolerance.Most of these people gather in their hometowns, ethnic groups or families. The "Irish" and "Gypsies" in Whitechapel do not refer to the heterogeneous groups in London as a whole, but a small group of forces gathered in this area.

But this small force should not be underestimated.The gypsies led by Maria lived in more than a dozen caravans, all living in the shanty town of Whitechapel; as for the number of Irish gathered here, they basically all went to work in several large factories nearby.

Accumulatively added up, there are less than 200 people, but there are about 150 people.

With so many people dispatched collectively, today's Whitechapel District is destined to have a big scene.

"Have you got your gloves and scarf on?" Thomas asked.

"What the hell are you doing," Sikes said mockingly, "who's standing here who hasn't had a fight?"

"I don't have one," Charlie said as a matter of course, he even shook the gloves and scarf in his hand, "It's still red, so conspicuous, isn't it waiting for the Jesse Gang to fight?"

To be precise, the scarves and gloves that Thomas distributed to everyone were reddish brown, close to the color of frozen blood.

The color scheme was inspired by Mrs. Thames's dress. She always likes to wear heavy colors, either dark green or deep red. Thomas was deeply impressed by the deep red dress she wore when they first met.

But in Charlie's eyes, wearing red gloves and a red scarf, how conspicuous it is, although these children are only responsible for fishing in troubled waters, but he doesn't want to be beaten!

"Are you stupid!"

As a result, before he got to the "battlefield", Sykes gave Charlie Berry a brainstorm: "The Jesse gang can recognize the red gloves and red scarves, and so can the gypsies and the Irish. When it’s time to fight, can you guarantee that all your accomplices will remember your face? This is a sign of distinction, so as not to be beaten by your own people.”

Charlie: "Uh..." That seems to be the reason.

Seeing Charlie Berry's suddenly enlightened expression, Thomas just smiled and put on his own gloves and scarf.

The handsome and coquettish young man is still wearing the iconic beige coat. The reddish-brown fabric half-hides his face under his chin, which sets off his ice-blue eyes, which are cool and bright.

"Let's go," Thomas clenched the gun in his sleeve, "it's time for Whitechapel to understand that from now on, the world will change."

Their destination was Jesse Pine & Associates in Whitechapel.

It is a "firm" in name, but it is actually the headquarters of the Jesse Gang.Thomas Thames spent so many years here, he was once Jesse Pine's confidant, but now he kicked open the door of the office with a gun in his hand.

The raid came without warning, and when Thomas Thames stepped into the office, the busy gangsters froze and turned their heads.

Thomas Thames standing at the door just raised the corner of his mouth: "Miss me, friends?"

When the voice fell, he waved his hand violently, and countless thugs rushed in.

A dozen or so prepared gangsters and ex-gang members were enough to deal with an entire unsuspecting office, and it didn't take long for the Thames men to subdue all the gang members present.Thomas picked up a washed apple from the table, the fruit of the same color and the glove almost blending in the shadow.

He walked up to the former second-in-command of the gang and asked, "Where's Old Jesse?"

The second-in-command looked up suspiciously, he was being punched by Sikes in the face, and he looked embarrassed: "Thor, Thomas?"

The high-ranking young man looked cold and dressed cleanly. He was no longer the homeless dog who was kicked out of the gang in the past. The second in command hesitated for a moment. Before he could think of an answer, Thomas took out his gun.

The young man rubbed his cold muzzle against the apple: "Everyone is here to earn a living, Ned, if you tell the truth, I won't touch you. If you don't tell the truth...you know me and old Jesse There is a blood feud."

"I'm not saying nothing!"

The second-in-command Ned hastily said, "It's just that he went out today, and he's probably dealing with the issue of protection money. Old Jesse is also a living person. How do I know where he is—"

Before Ned finished speaking, the door of the office was opened again.

"How the hell did this batch..."

Thomas Thames looked back at the sound.

The middle-aged man who spoke harshly and insulted him met his gaze, and then made a hoarse voice—this is not old Jesse Pine, who is it?

In just a few seconds, it was enough for old Jesse to understand the current situation: he took two people out, but his hometown was cleaned up.Three people were destined to be unable to beat more than a dozen people, so old Jesse turned around and ran away without saying a word!

"Damn!"

Thomas cursed in a low voice, and tossed the apple to Sikes: "Watch out!"

Then he immediately ordered a few people to catch up.

Sykes took the apple in a hurry, and clicked twice: "Waste fruit."

As he spoke, he took a bite of the apple, turned his head to look at the subdued second in command Ned Morrison, stared at the young man's face behind the glasses for a long time, and finally concluded: "Your appearance meets Mrs. Thames' standard for recruiting younger brothers. .”

……

Thomas ran out of the office, and the pedestrians on the street had already escaped because of their menacing approach.Thomas ran all the way, not forgetting to take out his gun, and roared: "Jesse Pine! One person does one thing and one person does it. You killed so many innocent people, shouldn't you give an explanation!"

"Let you *f*ck*! Say I did it, what proof do you have," old Jessie said provocatively as he ran, "Who is dead? Besides your cheap brother, who else came to me? Let them Come find me!"

"—that's what you said."

It happened so fast.

Seeing that old Jesse was about to run out of the street, he would just jump into a carriage at that time, even if Thomas Thames had two legs, he would not be able to catch up.

Just before Old Jesse's heart hanging in mid-air was about to be put back into his stomach, he was immediately taken aback by a rhetorical question from close at hand.

The next moment, the running old Jesse was thrown to the ground.

He stumbled, and it wasn't until the passers-by picked up his collar that old Jessie saw who was coming——it was Dawson, the talkative Irish worker.

"The person who killed us," Dawson raised his hand and punched Old Jesse, "It's our turn to settle the score, bastard!"

Only then did Thomas catch up to the old Jesse who fell to the ground.

Jesse Pine, who was caught straight, didn't resist at all, but he didn't show any sign of weakness either.He was beaten, but laughed provocatively, and looked at Thomas Thames viciously: "You are alone, so what if you add the Irish? You want to challenge my entire gang? My people will come over immediately! "

"Whose person are you talking about?" The charming female voice behind Thomas made old Jessie's face suddenly change.

It was Mary, Maria of the Gypsy.

The gypsy girl wore a long dress, and her honey-colored skin glistened against the sunlight. She curled her lips and said coldly, "Just those bums you brought? They're all cleaned up."

"you--"

Only then did Old Jesse understand that Thomas Thames had already prepared for this action.

His eyes finally fell on the sidearm in Thomas' hand.

"I underestimated you for being able to unite so many forces," Old Jessie said, "Just to kill me? You are kind enough, Thames."

"Kill you?"

The condescending Thomas laughed out loud.

Resentment, pain, and despair flashed in his ice-blue eyes, but in the end all the complex emotions returned to calm, and a mocking expression appeared on the face under the red scarf.

Thomas Thames withdrew his gun: "I wanted to kill you, but killing you was just to avenge Connor Thames alone, your life is very valuable, old Jesse, how many people are waiting to kill you for revenge. So I came up with a good idea."

Old Jesse: "What—"

***

after an hour.

Inspector Lestrade greeted him over and over again from God to the genealogy of these gangsters, but he couldn't stop running wildly - the case was finally closed, can't he let him take a breather!

Jesse Pine's office in the Whitechapel district is located in a narrow street, and horse-drawn carriages cannot enter, so he can only run in on foot like other police officers.But when he broke into the gate of the office with his pistol in hand, the spacious hall was empty, except for Jesse Pine, who was tied to a chair with a lot of flowers, there was not even a superfluous ghost.

The inspector stepped forward, glanced at old Jesse who was faltering and struggling desperately, and then picked up a letter lying at his feet.

After opening the letter, what appeared in front of Inspector Lestrade was the insolent but neat female handwriting.

[Jesse Pine has worked for Dr. Long for many years, and most of the victims of the Whitechapel drug trials died at his hands.The evidence is in the ledger of the Jesse Gang, you can search for it yourself.

The gang thing had nothing to do with the police, but the deceased was not a gang member.Considering it left and right, only when old Jesse climbed onto the gallows in full view of the public can he appease the wronged soul.

It's cheap for you, Inspector Lestrade.

Sincerely, Mrs Thames. ]

"Detective?"

The little policeman who walked in saw Inspector Lestrade's face was not very good-looking, so he couldn't help asking cautiously: "What happened?"

Inspector Lestrade immediately threw the thin letter to the ground: "Damn it!"

He wiped his face, suppressed the annoyance of being teased in his heart, and took a deep breath: "Search the account book!"

As for the rest of Jesse's gang, where did they go?

The second-in-command Ned Morrison followed Thomas and others out of the Whitechapel area in panic, and came to the adjacent South Bank Street. After standing still in the newly decorated bar, he finally couldn't help asking: "Can you tell me now?" Well, who on earth got the attention of the Jesse Gang, should I go to the Gypsies or the Irish?"

"--neither."

The answer to Ned Morrison was a hoarse female voice from the second floor of the bar.

The second leader of the gang looked up, and all he saw was a reddish-brown skirt on the stairs, which was surprisingly consistent with the color of the gloves and scarves of Thomas Thames and others.

The female voice smiled, and then said, "From now on, the territory of the Jessie Gang belongs to Thames."