They all call me master

Arthur and Maltz developed four gestures to deal with different situations -

Little finger: There is a situation, not dangerous.

Ring finger: There is danger, be careful.

Index finger: Very dangerous, go all out.

Thumbs up: Extremely dangerous, prepare to run away.

The four fingers' expression methods include but are not limited to raising, rubbing, tapping, etc.

As for the middle finger?

In the world in front of him, raising the middle finger has the same meaning as Arthur knew it, and even, in some cases, it is a little richer.

Especially when Arthur saw Malinda giving her middle finger, he would always think wrongly.

But not Maltz at this moment.

The sergeant looked at Arthur's index finger tapping the cuff, and immediately the muscles in his whole body tensed up. Almost subconsciously, the sergeant looked out the window——

The Shiratiao neighborhood, where the explosion had just occurred, was still quiet at the moment.

For the residents of the White Bird neighborhood, such a reaction is natural. These wealthy people do not want their families to be involved in meaningless trouble.

They are more accustomed to leaving such things to the patrol police.

Or……

Let the patrol officers explore the road first!

But the patrol police in Shiratori District did not appear as usual!

Maltz's eyelids twitched slightly.

Because of the special nature of the Shiratori neighborhood, there is a team of 12 armed patrol officers here - they patrol and rest in groups of three.

The explosion just now was enough to attract them all.

But now no one appears.

Then there is only one possibility left...

This patrol team was completely wiped out!

hiss!

Thinking of this possibility, Maltz took a breath.

The sergeant had a hunch that something was wrong before.

However, he didn't expect it to be this bad.

"Control this place first, quickly!"

Hearing Arthur's serious words, Maltz started calling Dicko and Andy's names without any hesitation.

"Dico, Andy, tie them all up!"

The sergeant pointed at the panicked servants and attendants - although these people looked extremely flustered at the moment, neither Arthur nor Maltz would take any chances.

Dicko and Andy led the patrolmen to control these people without any resistance.

These people were confused and at a loss. They just said that they were innocent and that everything that happened had nothing to do with them.

Maltz ignored this and strode towards the middle-aged butler.

"Where is Freeman's arsenal?"

Maltz asked directly.

"Sorry, Mr. Sheriff, I..."

"I'll ask you again, where are you?"

The situation was urgent, and Maltz couldn't care about anything else. He grabbed the other person's collar, pulled him over directly, and pressed his forehead heavily against the other person's forehead.

The loud roar even caused the other party to have a brief tinnitus.

Then, the pain in his abdomen made the middle-aged housekeeper bend down.

For guys like Freeman, Maltz knew very well that even if he was cleared, he still had to leave something for himself just in case.

And these things are now what save their lives.

Otherwise, would he let his men fight the enemy with batons?

Maltz tightened his grip on the hilt and slowly drew the sword.

"etc!"

"I said!"

"Please don't hurt me!"

The persistence of the middle-aged butler disappeared without a trace as Maltz drew his sword this time - he was just a butler who came from an employment agency, and was not really trained by the family. It was enough to be able to do this.

The middle-aged housekeeper comforted himself.

After finding a reasonable excuse for himself, the housekeeper opened the secret room of Freeman's study without any psychological burden.

Or to be precise, a small arsenal.

Ten long swords, ten long muskets, ten crossbows, ten short muskets, two boxes of explosives, two boxes of projectiles and five barrels of arrows were neatly arranged and appeared in everyone's sight.

Maltz took out his long sword. There was a thin layer of grease on the blade, and it was obviously very well maintained. As long as it was wiped, it could be used immediately.

"Change your clothes!"

Maltz gave the order, and Dicko, Andy, and the six patrolmen began to throw away their batons, pick up long swords, crossbows, and carry muskets on their backs.

Among them, Andy alone had eight short-fire guns and two long-fire guns.

Six short fire cannons were hung on the chest with two crossing diagonally upwards, the remaining two were held tightly in the hand, and the two long fire cannons were carried on the back.

No one has any objection to this.

Although most of them use batons when on duty, the training seven days a year still allows them to know how to load and fire.

Also let them know that Andy is the best at every training session.

This is where Maltz values ​​Andy.

"Andy, take someone to the roof!"

"Dico, take the rest of the people and use the sofa and table to block the door and windows. Leave two people to guard here. Watch these guys. If there is any abnormality, don't show mercy and fire directly!

The rest of the people went up to the second floor and used every window in every room as a shooting port for you. Remember, don’t raise your head at will! "

Maltz was not at ease with the servants Freeman left behind in the villa, even if they were tied up.

So he left two men there.

Not only to guard the door, but also to keep an eye on these people.

At the same time, Maltz thanked the special police dispatch system of White Bird Street for the first time - in order to protect the personal safety of those wealthy people and take timely response measures, the Shire District Police Department has clear regulations: when a murder occurs in White Bird Street, except for In addition to the sergeant himself, there must be a police officer (or trainee police officer) present, followed by at least six patrol officers.

If it weren't for this, he might not even have enough available manpower now.

Scott on the side also wanted to help, but was stopped by Arthur.

"Take care of it for me, Pan!"

After Arthur put Pendragon back into the cage, handed it over to the other party, and said with a smile.

"Arthur, I can help!"

the young reporter emphasized.

"Believe me, it is precisely because I believe you can help that I give Pan to you - its importance is far beyond your imagination."

The seriousness on Arthur's face convinced Scott.

The most favorable evidence was the short fire blunderbuss that was handed over later.

"I will protect Pan with my life!

I promise! "

The young reporter shouted as if he was swearing.

Pendragon in the cage glanced at the young man, and then adjusted his position so that he could lie there more comfortably.

Arthur tapped Scott's shoulder lightly, and after responding, he stretched out his fingers again and scratched the top of his cat's head. Then he picked up two barrels of arrows and aimed at the bombed room on the second floor. Walking to the guest room - due to the explosion, most of the wall on one side of the window had collapsed, revealing a huge hole, which became the biggest defense hole in the entire villa.

At this moment, Maltz was standing at the top of the stairs.

The two didn't speak. After looking at each other, they nodded at the same time.

Arthur believed that Maltz could do his best, just as Maltz believed that he could keep the guest room with the biggest flaws.

And the moment Arthur just walked into this room.

Whoosh!

The sound of arrows piercing the air resounded straight away.

Arthur looked indifferently at the direction of the arrow, not even looking at the arrow that was already close at hand. Only a soft chant echoed in the room——

"Xiu!"