The night is hazy, in the dark corners of the brick alleyways of the Whitechapel District.

A strong man with a fierce eye is poking his head out of a puddle and looking out at the sparsely populated street.

Suddenly, he found a lonely girl in a hurry, and a smile appeared on the strong man's face that the conspiracy had succeeded.

He waited patiently for the girl to come to the alley, suddenly pulled out the knife hidden behind him, rushed forward to cover her mouth, put the blade on her neck, and dragged her towards the alley little by little.

The girl was dragged by him all the way, and the great fear made her cry, and she wanted to scream, but she couldn't make a sound.

The strong man glared and threatened: "Stinky girl, shut your mouth, I'm just grabbing some money." You must not make a sound, or Lao Tzu will kill you! ”

Seeing the girl's white calves disappear little by little in the white moonlight, they were gradually swallowed into the shadows, and the smile of the big man in the shadows became more and more hideous.

Just as he pondered how to ravage the girl after robbing the wealth for a while, a broad, strong palm landed on his shoulder without warning.

Behind him sounded authentic Chinese English with a unique flavor.

“What are you fucking doing？”

The strong man turned his head sharply, and after just one glance, goosebumps fell to the ground.

It was a dozen or so men with big-brimmed hats and black trench coats, and who knows when they came here.

Before the robber could argue, Arthur kicked him in the stomach first, then picked up a broken brick from the ground and shoved it into the mouth of the fallen robber.

"Divide two people and bring this idiot back to the bureau for me."

The girl suddenly looked at what was happening in front of her, she had just come to her senses, and was about to get up to thank Arthur, when she saw him raise his finger and put it between her lips.

"Madam, words of thanks go without saying, we are on a special mission. It's so late, so don't go out. This time it's your luck, you have to understand that not every nightingale is killed and you meet an owl. ”

After speaking, Arthur tilted his head at Dennis again: "Dennis, you are responsible for escorting this young lady back." ”

When Officer Dennis heard this, he hurriedly stepped forward to help the lady up: "Madam, don't worry. We are the patrolmen of Scotland Yard, and where your home is, I am tasked with escorting you. ”

Hearing this, the girl forced her weak legs, and barely showed a smile on her pale face, she lifted her long skirt and saluted Arthur slightly, and then left here with Dennis's support.

Arthur looked at their distant figures, and couldn't help frowning: "The Whitechapel District can be regarded as not falling for its prestige. I've been squatting here for a while, and I've been able to come across a major case. ”

When the Red Devil heard this, he just smiled and said, "Arthur, you better withdraw your attention as soon as possible." I have seen through the night the arrival of the carriage you have been waiting for. ”

As soon as Agareth finished speaking, there was a jingling bell in the street.

The driver was sweating profusely, and he looked around the streets of the brick alley in a panic, feeling his whole heart rise to his throat.

"First...... Sir, 75 Brick Lane is almost here, you see if you settle the account in advance, I don't dare to stop here for a moment. ”

As soon as he finished saying this, a gap was opened in the communication window between the driver and the passenger, and a bill was stretched out with two fingers.

Jones's slightly tired voice also sounded: "Don't worry, I can't lose you." Remember to help me move some things later, and the extra will be considered as a tip. ”

The coachman took the ticket and looked at it, it was a brand new pound.

With the blessing of the power of money, he suddenly felt full of courage.

Although the coachman's hand holding the reins was still trembling, a smile was already written on his face.

"Okay, sir, aren't they just a few boxes? No problem! ”

As the two spoke, the wheels of the carriage stopped.

The driver took out the towel on his shoulder and wiped his sweat, then took a deep breath and jumped out of his seat, banging on the door and shouting.

"Sir, let's get to the place, let's start moving things."

The door slowly pushed open, revealing three boxes of cargo hidden inside, as well as Jones, holding a flintlock pistol and covering the lower half of his face with a black cloth.

The coachman was startled by him, and he was about to scream, but Jones grabbed his mouth first.

The muzzle of the black hole hole was pressed against the driver's head, and Jones warned, "If you want to make money, be honest!" Help me move things down, and then it's none of your business. But if you dare to shout, then I don't mind adding a human life to my hands. ”

The coachman raised his hands and looked at Jones fixedly, then swallowed and nodded slowly.

"Okay...... I...... I listen to you. ”

Under Jones's coercion and surveillance, the coachman carried the boxes down one by one, he was tired and panting, but he didn't dare to confide even half a word.

Jones stared at him as he carried the box to the door of the detective agency, and then instructed the coachman, "You, go up and knock on the door." ”

"Huh?"

The coachman wanted to refuse, but as soon as he hesitated, Jones's pistol was pressed against his chin again.

He's been left behind by what happened the last time he came to the agency, after all, no one can tell Fred's temper.

When night falls, it is the most animalistic time in the human body, and if Fred suddenly goes crazy and gives him two shots, Jones can't afford it.

He said to the coachman, "I told you to knock on the door, are you deaf?" ”

"Good, good! I'll knock, don't get excited, don't get excited. ”

The coachman complained again and again, but at this point, he had no other choice.

He stretched out his hand tremblingly and tapped the door of the detective agency, but after a long time there was no response.

Jones held the pistol in both hands to the back of the driver's head, and he always felt an indescribable anxiety in his heart.

He scolded at the coachman: "Hard! ”

The coachman had no choice but to clench his fist and slam it on the door of the office, but after a long time, there was still no movement in the house.

Jones had a bad feeling in his heart, he finally realized that something was wrong, and his first reaction was to turn around and run, but as soon as he took a step, he remembered what Superintendent Clemens had told him yesterday.

Clemens' tone yesterday, he remembers...... Very severe.

If the goods could not be handed over to Fred, then, according to Clemens's temper, Jones would probably have eaten the goods himself.

But how could he possibly have the channels and connections to digest these stolen goods?

If these things are in his hands for a day, then he will not be at peace for a day, and wealth is certainly what everyone wants, but not everyone has the strength to protect it.

Thinking of this, Jones had to bite the bullet and say to the coachman, "Hit it for me." ”

"Huh?"

The coachman wanted to cry without tears, and he began to complain in his heart why he had not been faithful to God so much that he had been bumped into such a thing.

"Sir...... I ......"

"I'll let you break through that door!"

Jones was also forced to have no way out, his finger on the trigger, forcing the driver to say, "I'll count to three, if you don't crash it, I'll kill you on the spot!" ”

The coachman almost knelt down for Jones, and he groveled and pleaded, "Sir, for the sake of me and my family, let me go, I really can't do it." ”

Jones stared at the coachman with wide eyes and trembling bodies, he bit his lip and froze for a long time before kicking him in the ass.

"Get out! Get the out of here! ”

"Thank you! Thank you, sir! The coachman climbed into the carriage with his hands and feet, shook the reins, and departed: "God bless you! ”

Jones held a gun in one hand and pinched his waist in the other, he looked up at the dark detective agency, and sighed violently: "Alas! ”

He took two steps back, his shoulders slumped, and slammed into the door with all his might.

However, when his shoulder hit the gate, he didn't encounter much resistance.

The door wasn't actually locked, only a creak was heard, and Jones stumbled inside.

He staggered to the ground, and accidentally pulled the trigger with a finger on the pistol.

There was only a thud, and the musket fired, and the bullet hit Jones's thigh, bleeding all over the ground.

Jones was in pain for a moment, but he didn't dare to make a sound, he gritted his teeth and looked up into the dark detective office, and soon he saw the light from the oil lamp on the table in front of him.

Behind the oil lamps are crooked walls of huge texts, not elegant, but welcoming.

- Brother Jones, welcome!

"This ...... What's going on? ”

Jones looked around, but he saw nothing but the writing on the wall and the table with the oil lamp.

All the furniture and decorations were gone, as if the place had just been looted, and everything that was valuable and worthless had been taken out.

Suddenly, Jones heard scattered footsteps behind him.

Then, lying on the ground, he saw a black trench coat walking by.

The familiar figure in despair picked up the letter that had been placed by the lamp, and in his fear, Jones remembered the gun at hand.

But before he could raise his pistol, he heard a uniform sound of a gun drawn behind him.

Jones's dangling hand immediately froze in place.

Arthur opened the letter, only to glance at it, and then heard the angry inhalation in the quiet environment.

He turned around and grabbed the wounded Jones by the collar.

"I have good news and bad news, which are you going to hear first?"

Jones smiled reluctantly: "Let's hear the good news first......

"The good news is that you just got away with it, and if you shot the driver, you're now lying on the ground with a corpse."

Jones let out a sigh of relief, and he rejoiced, "That'...... And what about the bad news? ”

"The bad news is that you've all been tricked by Fred, whether it's for me or for Clemens, you're a incompetent!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Arthur raised his fist and slammed it into the side of his face.

With a thud, Jones lost consciousness almost instantaneously and fell to the ground.

Tony hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Arthur, what the hell is going on?" ”

Arthur didn't speak, he just threw the letter in his hand to Tony.

Tony glanced at it, and it was full of foul language and Fred's smugness.

- Jones, Clemens, you're a bunch of stupid donkeys! You have all paid off Lao Tzu's goods, why does Lao Tzu continue to help you?

- After doing this ticket, plus the belongings that Lao Tzu had accumulated before, it was enough for me to buy a large farm in the United States. Bye bye idiots, Lao Tzu is going to pan for gold in the west.

- Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you that when you read this letter, Lao Tzu's ship had already departed. You have all fallen for Lao Tzu's plan to divert the tiger from the mountain!

- Also, Scotland Yard will receive a letter from me tomorrow, so you all have to wait to get in, fool!

When Tony saw this, he couldn't help but panic, and he hurriedly asked, "Arthur, what now?" ”

Arthur thought for a moment, and suddenly remembered what Elder had said to him before, the Beagle seemed to be going to sea for its first sea training today.

He glanced at his watch, it was three o'clock in the night, and if Elder hadn't spoken to him, it seemed that it might not have been too late to chase Fred.

"Tom, Tony, you two come with me to the docks at once! Some of the others, some of whom took Jones back to the police station, others who immediately went to the Home Office, and as soon as Sir Peel arrived, you reported directly to him the latest facts of the case, and asked him to convey the warrant for Fred's arrest on the high seas to the Foreign Office and the Royal Court of the Sea!

Finally, if we can't find a boat at the docks, we'll need the Royal Navy and Maritime Police to provide enough firepower to stop Fred! ”

(End of chapter)