On the deck of the Black Thorn, five or six sailors surrounded Arthur with scimitars, but none of them dared to move forward.

Arthur took the handkerchief out of his trouser pocket and wiped the blood off the blade of the sword.

He threw down his handkerchief and asked, "Where is Fred?" ”

The sailors looked at each other, none of them spoke, but they all looked at the wooden door behind them that led to the bottom of the cabin.

Arthur nodded slightly: "Very good." ”

Almost at the same time as he spoke, a volley of muskets rang out behind him, fire support from the smirking Marines.

In the thick white smoke, Arthur's footsteps leaped over one corpse after another, and on both sides of the deck, the fearless enemies of the Black Thorn crouched and disarmed.

Arthur walked to the cabin door, and instead of pushing it with his hand, he pulled out two flintlock pistols from his waist and fired them at the wooden door.

I only heard two bangs, and there were two small holes in the wooden door in an instant.

Then there was another bang in the door, and it was the sound of a head hitting the ground.

Arthur leaned down to look at the holes, and he saw the corpse of a pirate with a bleeding mouth and a gun in his hand.

He gently pushed the door open, and a foul smell came to his face, it was the sour smell of sweat and urine.

He stroked the handrail with one hand and walked down the ladder of the Black Thorn step by step.

Under the dim light of the oil lamp and the illumination of a breach in the shell, he gradually saw his surroundings clearly.

It was a mezzanine made of wooden planks, and from here down there was supposed to be a place where the slaves were held.

Although the smell was not very good, it was not very crowded, and directly opposite Arthur was a desk and a few chairs, and on the table was a wooden billboard that read - Blackpool Detective Agency.

Arthur exhaled softly: "It seems that this is the furniture that Fred took away?" ”

He scanned his surroundings and made sure that there was no one here, and was about to continue his pursuit to the next level.

Unexpectedly, before he could leave, he heard a sound of 'hmm' coming from the corner of the room.

He frowned, and slowly approached with his sword behind him, until he was halfway through the process, only to realize that the source of the sound was a curly-haired fat man with his hands tied behind his back, gagged with a rag, and stuffed under the table.

The fat man also noticed Arthur, he first glanced at Arthur in a daze, and then nodded at him urgently, signaling Arthur to quickly remove the rag from his mouth.

Arthur looked at him like this, and while removing the gag rag, he couldn't help but pout and ask, "So, what should I call you?" Sir from France, are you calling Friday or Robinson? ”

As soon as the white cloth in the fat man's mouth was removed, he couldn't help but gasp for breath, and then he squirted emotionally: "Merde! Con！ ”

Arthur raised the back of his hand to wipe the sweat from his face and asked, "I'm sorry, sir." I don't know much French, can you translate it for me? ”

The fat man didn't refuse Arthur's request, and he spoke fluent English: "Fuck me!" ”

"Hoo ......"

Arthur raised his eyebrows and exhaled: "As soon as you open your mouth, you are a literary hero, no wonder the French government wants your life so much." Perhaps they are jealous that you are too civilized, and that France does not allow a civilization like yours to exist. But, sir, even if you don't want to tell me your name, can you tell me first, do you know where Fred has gone? ”

When the fat man heard this, he seemed to remember something, and he shouted, "Watch the top of your head!" ”

When Arthur heard this, he hurriedly looked up, and he realized that there was a narrow area above this mezzanine.

Fred, on the other hand, stood there with his sturdy body, and pointed two flintlock pistols at Arthur with his hands, and yelled.

"Fuck! You kid is chasing you in a hurry, and Lao Tzu just ran into you after getting the gun! ”

With only two thuds, Fred opened fire decisively, and Arthur was so anxious that he had to kick on the desk drawer.

I saw the desk flip on its side, pressing on Arthur and the fat man, but at the same time helping them block the bullets.

Seeing this, Fred threw the gun away, and he simply jumped straight into it, intending to give Arthur and the fat man a Tarzan overhead.

However, by this time, Arthur had already rolled to the other side.

There was a thud, and Fred slammed it down, leaving the cabin dusty and his desk shattered.

However, although Arthur dodged, he suffered the French fat man, and he ate the impact of the desk and Fred, the British Hercules, as high as more than 200 pounds.

The fat man's face turned white, his eyes widened, and he seemed to be about to breathe.

Fred was also frightened by his appearance, and he patted the fat man's face and comforted: "My big darling, you have to give me some energy, you can't stand this insignificant weight, right?" Where did all your fat go? Damn it! At least you can't die here, I'm still waiting for you to get a bounty! ”

When the fat man heard this, he didn't know if he was angry, or if he finally relieved himself, he scolded: "If you don't roll off me again, Lao Tzu will bite his tongue and kill himself!" ”

Fred finally breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that he could still be so full of vigor and scolding, and he hurriedly nodded: "Okay, good! As long as you live well, I will listen to you for everything. ”

Fred got up from his desk, pulled out the saber at his waist, and licked his shriveled lips.

"Boy, I know you're pretty good at fighting, but so what? Staying in the Royal Navy is not a useless place for heroes? The Admiralty sends you a few of them every month, what the are you doing? Listen to my brother's persuasion, you voted for my brother, and my brother will take you to do big business. ”

Arthur took a closer look at Fred's appearance, always feeling that it looked a little familiar, and suddenly, the corners of his mouth tugged, and he asked with a smile.

"Mr. Fred, have you forgotten me? I'm not working for the Royal Navy. And on the contrary, I've wanted your life for a long time. ”

Hearing this, Fred narrowed his eyes slightly, and he slowly remembered the face he was staring at.

"Ahh Superintendent Arthur Hastings. Yes, yes, yes, I don't know how to lift. How did I forget about you? We've seen it, right at the Greenwich Police District police station, when I in the store. Damn it! Clemens chased him hard enough, didn't I just report his unclean business to Scotland Yard? I don't want to alarm a big man like you to come here! ”

Arthur smiled and said, "Mr. Fred, it seems that you don't know much about the power relations in Scotland Yard. Superintendent Clemens and I are not in the same faction, and he would love to kill me, and I would love to kill him, and we can't pee in the same pot. ”

Fred grinned as he hunched over his knife and circled Arthur's desk with him as he savored Arthur's words.

"So, we still have a chance to work together? What do you want, money, or evidence of Clemens' misdeeds? I know a lot of things, Inspector Hastings, you know, people like me need a little more information if they want to be alive. ”

Arthur nodded slightly: "Indeed, it is precisely because you have more information. So, I can't ask for money or evidence, I can only ask for ...... Your life! ”

Fred and Arthur stepped forward at about the same time, and the two fought hard, but neither took advantage.

As soon as the two separated, Fred took advantage of Arthur's change of steps to swing his saber and slash at his armpit.

Arthur took advantage of the situation to flick his wrist and instantly change the path of his sword, and the tip of his sword stabbed at Fred's outstretched wrist.

Although Fred's reaction was not slow, the moment he withdrew his sword, Arthur's sword still opened a hole in the back of his hand.

Fred glanced at the back of his bleeding hand, his curled ears twitching slightly, and asked with a wicked smile, "Not bad!" Who did you learn this swordsmanship with? I've dealt with quite a few police officers at Scotland Yard, but none of them are as strong as you! ”

"Oh?" Arthur's slow-moving footsteps, his eyes fixed on Fred, "Who have you fought with?" ”

"Quite a lot, like the Jones you have under him, but he can't. Among the police officers in Scotland Yard, in addition to you, there is also a bit of strength in Willocks. ”

Arthur smiled and asked, "What was the result of your test against Willockx?" To tell you the truth, I actually fought with him too. ”

Fred grinned and showed a big gold tooth: "It's not a big deal, although Willocks is a rotten person who bullies the weak and is afraid of the hard, he is quite lucky." If he hadn't fallen on his knees and begged for mercy, I would have almost killed him. ”

"Really?" Arthur asked, "I disagree with you, I don't think Willockx is lucky. ”

"Why?"

Arthur inhaled slightly: "Because before he begs for mercy, I will kill him!" ”

Fred was shocked when he heard this, and almost instantly, the tip of Arthur's sword was almost in front of his eyes.

But fortunately, his steps were not chaotic, and a deft change of steps avoided the attack.

And after changing his sideways, what was exposed in front of him was Arthur's sideways.

He laughed and slashed at Arthur's right arm shoulder-to-shoulder: "It seems that you are unlucky to be like Willocks today!" ”

However, when the Red Devil saw this, he couldn't help but flick his tongue and laugh wildly: "Arthur, this fool has been fooled, use that trick quickly to defend and counterattack!" ”

Arthur was lighter than Fred, which meant more speed and more agility.

His leg behind him instantly lifted half a step, his left shoulder rested on Fred's armpit, and then his raised left hand also buckled the green tendon of Fred's right wrist.

Fred felt a tingling sensation in his right hand, and the arm holding the saber couldn't help but fall downward, but it was this fall that made Arthur's left foot step on the tip of the knife.

This was followed by a pop of the tip of the sword breaking through the flesh, and Fred's left palm, which was missing two fingers, trembled slightly.

He frowned, and his big gold teeth trembled repeatedly: "Fuck, I...... Am I just a slave who violates the law and sells it? I'm not in a big business. You...... You little bastard...... You say you'...... Why the fuck are you bothering? ”

Only a boom was heard, and Fred's body fell to the ground heavily.

In the dust, Arthur sheathed his sword, and he looked at Fred, who was lying on the ground twitching, half-dead, and was about to turn away.

However, in the midst of the dust, he suddenly noticed that Fred slowly stretched out the palm of his hand, which had only three fingers.

The remaining thumb and little finger on the palm of the hand shrank sharply, leaving only a middle finger.

London's famous thief general, Fred, left his last voice on earth.

"You...... You're pretending to fuck you better! ”

(End of chapter)