shadow of britain

Chapter 114 The Complicated Real World

London Metropolitan Police Headquarters, 4 Whitehall Street, Westminster, London.

Colonel Charles Rowan, chief of the Metropolitan Metropolitan Police Department, leaned on the leather seat, his right hand was pressed in front of the desk, and under his palm were a few letterheads and some archived documents that had just been retrieved from the archives.

Sitting opposite his large desk was Superintendent Taylor Clemens, who was sweating on his forehead but still maintained a calm expression.

Director Luo Wan picked up the pipe in front of the case and put it in his mouth. After lighting it, he took a few puffs. The smoke instantly obscured his face.

In the office, only Director Rowan's unchanging voice could be heard: "Clemens."

"Yes, sir!"

"Go and help me open the window."

Clemens stood up when he heard the words, and then walked to the window with steady steps. Just as he stretched out his hand to open the window, he heard a whistling wind behind him.

There was only a thud, and a flying knife was inserted into the wall beside him impartially.

Clemens paused slightly, but he still didn't turn his head. Instead, he opened the window, and then stood at attention by the window.

Behind him came the voice of Director Rowan tapping the table with his knuckles: "Need me to introduce you, what are these things on my table?"

Clemens remained silent. In fact, he had already noticed something was wrong.

But people, before the bad things are officially confirmed, there will always be some unrealistic expectations in their hearts.

Director Luo Wan pushed the seat away and slowly got up from the chair.

"Don't talk? If you don't talk, do you think I will treat you as ignorant?

To tell you the truth, what I have on my left is the report letter sent by Fred to Scotland Yard and the relevant evidence of your corruption over the past six months.

And those on my right are Huskisson MPs' formal protests to the Greater London Metropolitan Police, and Sir Peel's internal documents calling for a serious investigation into malfeasance. "

Director Rowan walked slowly behind Clemens, he put his arm on his subordinate's shoulder, and said, "Tell me, if you were in my position, do you think I received these What should I do with the things after that?"

Clemens' Adam's apple twitched slightly, and he replied loudly: "Report! Handle it according to internal regulations!"

"Internal regulations?" Director Luo Wan folded his arms and leaned against the wall: "Are you talking about the regulations written in the duty manual, or the rules we have agreed upon?"

Director Rowan stared at Clemens with his sharp eyes like a vulture, and he saw a bead of sweat on Clemens' temple bead sliding down his cheek little by little.

Director Luo Wan's eyes widened little by little, and he asked word by word: "You, no, know, know? You don't know how to deal with it, and you dare to do such a thing?"

Clemens stood up straight, like a marble statue, but he still didn't answer.

Director Luo Wan looked at him and didn't reprimand him much.With a sudden force on his back, he got up from the wall, and then spoke.

"I'll give you two choices now. First, jump off here right now! If you don't fall to your death after jumping down, bite your tongue and kill yourself. I swear on my honor, your family will get the pension .”

Director Rowan raised his arm and glanced at his watch, then patted Clemens on the shoulder.

"I'll give you 1 minute, you can think about it carefully."

He returned to his desk and sat down, took out a copy from the thick pile of documents and began to read, just like working as usual.

It seems that in his eyes, there is no Clemens here, and the person standing by the window is just a piece of air.

Director Rowan finished reading this special document from the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and then looked up at the title.

"Consultation Proposals for the Proposal to Propose Superintendent Arthur Hastings, Superintendent of Greenwich Police District, East London Region, Metropolitan Police Force, to Superintendent, East London Region, Metropolitan Police Force"

Director Rowan exhaled softly, looked up at Clemens who was standing motionless by the window, snorted softly, and then skillfully picked up the quill pen inserted in the ink bottle, Flamboyantly wrote a line of text at the bottom of the document.

— Charles Rowan, Colonel in the Army of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland, Acting Commissioner of the Greater London Metropolitan Police, and Commissioner of the Metropolitan Police, Seconded.

Director Luo Wan finished signing, threw the quill on the table, then crossed his hands on his knees, leaned on the chair and said coldly.

"It seems that you want to deal with it internally? Well, since that's your choice, that's fine. Pack up the returned stolen goods and money in the past two days, and I will send someone to bring them back to the bureau. That's all for Fred. No one will mention it again.

Also, for the sake of Mr. Huskisson, and for the reputation of the Home Office and Scotland Yard, I will see your resignation letter on the desk in the office tomorrow morning. Our superintendent position has never been rich. "

Clemens turned and saluted Director Rowan.

When Director Rowan saw him, he suddenly pulled the corner of his mouth, and he suddenly jumped up, picked up the white porcelain teacup in his hand, and threw it at Clemens' face.

"Go away, idiot!"

Clemens' face was dripping with blood, and the broken tiles scratched the corner of his eye, but it didn't change his expression.

He stood at attention and shouted, "Goodbye, sir!"

He stepped out of the office with heavy steps, only to hear a click, and the door of the office was gently closed by him.

Director Luo Wan looked at the door, and his face was still angry: "What a fucking idiot! All the members of the Guards Cavalry Regiment are such fucking idiots!"

……

At the same time, in the police station of the Greenwich Police District.

In the dull confinement room, Sergeant Jones stared blankly at the dark roof.

His mind had never been more peaceful than it had been since coming to London.

The surroundings are quiet, and there is no need to hear the flattery and flattery of street vendors here, and there is no need to humbly show courteousness in front of the superiors.

Even if he yelled, no one would respond.

It's like being separated from the human world here.

Alone, without companions, and without having to play opposites with enemies.

Although it is dark here and there is no light, staying here makes Jones feel at ease.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of ticking, and Jones gently pressed his ear against the cold wall.

He listened quietly for a while, and suddenly a smile appeared on his face, and it began to rain in London.

Just like the day he and his wife first came to London, it rained again in London.

That day, he and his wife couldn't even afford an umbrella, and they couldn't rent a suitable house. They were reluctant to spend money to stay in a hotel, so they had to spend the night in the bridge hole under London Bridge.

He remembered that night, there were many mosquitoes under the bridge, and he had to be on guard against thieves and homeless people lurking in the dark.

So, that night, he didn't sleep very well.

However, his wife and children slept peacefully.

Thinking of this, Jones felt his heart was suddenly tightened by someone, and he remembered what happened later.

Joined Scotland Yard by chance, patrolled the front line day and night, and then was spotted by Superintendent Clemens, and was transferred to the headquarters to act as his personal assistant.

Over the past six months or so, he has come into contact with many people and dealt with many things.

He knows that doing many things is not good. He can deceive his wife, but he cannot deceive his conscience.

Clemens is not a good guy, of course he knows it, but he has to rely on this big man with no conscience to survive.

For the first time in his life, Jones sincerely prayed for Clemens in his heart, even though he himself did not believe that God would pay attention to the blessings promised for the wicked.

Just as Jones knelt on the ground and said prayers silently, a second sound besides the sound of rain sounded in his ears.

The sound sounded like the sound of water-soaked riding boots stepping on the floor.

The speed of travel is neither too fast nor too slow, so the mood of the owner of the riding boots cannot be heard at this time.

The door of the confinement room was opened with a hula, and what was hidden in front of the light was a majestic and broad figure.

Jones couldn't help raising his hand to cover his eyes. After getting used to the darkness, he couldn't stand such a strong light.

He couldn't see the person's face clearly, he could only see the flickering red dots around the corner of his mouth.

As a white mist rose, Jones heard the voice he never wanted to hear.

"Most of the police officers in Scotland Yard, including me, are destined to go to hell. Jones, even if you want to go to heaven in a maverick way, but you are praying to God now, is it a little late? "

(End of this chapter)