Chapter 152 Fight (End)
At the end of the 19th century, when communications were backward, the main method of information dissemination within short distances was still the communication passed down from the ancient times. Even the financially powerful Burton brothers were not wealthy enough to provide services for every business location. All are equipped with a telegraph machine and dispatchers.
So even though the sailing ship and tobacco tavern had been completely destroyed, the news of the attack could not be spread immediately because no one escaped alive.
However, a few bold and careful gamblers, after escaping in panic, looked at the tavern where gunfire rang out one after another, and suddenly thought that they did not seem to find any members of the Burton Brothers gang escaping. Wouldn't that prove that the sailboat was No one knows about the attack on the tobacco tavern?
After all, a series of gunshots suddenly rang out in the middle of the night. Perhaps it would be very special in other places. Residents near the street would wake up from their sleep and scream and ask questions.
But in East London, where gangs are entrenched, this is actually a common thing. At this moment, there are no lights in the apartment buildings near the pub. Those residents who were awakened by the gunshots probably just muttered and started again. , and then covered his head with a thick quilt and continued to sleep.
Perhaps only in the Anding streets controlled by the Black Crow Gang, nighttime gunfights are a rare thing.
So these bold gamblers thought that if they could spread the news of the attack on the sailboat and tobacco tavern to the Burton brothers as soon as possible, they would definitely get a good reward... Hehehe, when the time comes... You can continue to go to other venues and have some fun! Or it would be a good idea to go to the Moulin Rouge to warm up!
However, these gamblers are addicted to drinking, sex and wealth all day long, and their bodies have long been drained. After running less than 500 meters on such a cold snowy night, they are already panting from exhaustion, and the air they breathe into their lungs feels surprisingly cold. , as if a layer of frost was frozen on the glass window in the morning, and the frost penetrated directly into the blood and bone marrow, making them shiver with the cold and their teeth chattering.
How could such a weak physique and such a slow speed be compared to two esoteric cultists with both blade and mind skills?
When Watson and Nello found the target Jack, he was sitting in a private port warehouse two blocks away, sitting next to a warm brazier, drinking steaming black tea, and monitoring the workers unloading goods from smuggling ships. .
"Hey! You guys, please move quickly and don't drag yourself around like a bitch."
"And you, what's the point of always patrolling next to me?! Am I a beauty without clothes or a crown studded with gems?!!!"
"Go patrol the perimeter! Look at the shadows that cannot be illuminated by street lights. Are there police or other gang members hiding inside? Do you need me to teach you all this? Is this your first day joining a gang?! !”
Jack was so excited that he spitted out a strong aroma of alcohol mixed with the aroma of tea. The saliva almost hit the faces of these stupid guys.
Those guys with bulging waists endured the accusations and scoldings of the thin man in front of them, and they were showered in the rain of stinking saliva, but they did not dare to get angry at all - you must know that Jack is one of the confidants of Boss Otavio. ! Although he looks thin and frail, he possesses enough power to crush lowly thugs like them countless times.
So they could only obey and disperse to search for the shadows that had been scouted several times beforehand - but they still left the two brothers to guard near Jack to prevent emergencies from happening.
Just as these thugs were scattering like ants looking for food, Watson and Nello were lurking on the roof of an apartment building not far away. They silently watched the target person drive away the guards around him and let himself Falling into a precarious situation.
Nello: "Sir Watson, do you plan to capture him alive or..."
Watson immediately replied: "You said that this Jack is the mouthpiece that issued my assassination order to the Order of the Flashing Blade? Then who really wants to kill me? Is it his boss?"
"Do you remember Harris Boot?"
Nello's words dragged Watson into memories. Of course he would not forget the cup-shaped aberration with four arms, and he also clearly remembered what he felt like.
"Of course I remember, that was the deformed person who fell into the desire of cup, right? It took me a lot of effort to kill him successfully -" Watson already knew the origin of the assassination order as soon as he heard it, "So it was Does his family want to take revenge on me? With the energy of Marquis Bute, can he only find these low-life gangsters to do such dirty work?"
"You are only half right. In fact, the Marquis of Bute has no resentment at all for the death of his son. He even said this in a private gathering of nobles somewhere - since Harris has created such a big name. Wrong, after killing so many innocent girls, he is no longer a member of our Bute family! My dear cousin Charlotte, you don’t need to feel guilty, you did the right thing! Thumbs up) To deal with such a vicious gangster, we should kill him to prevent him from causing more damage in the future!"
"Actually, your assassination was simply an assassination order given to the Burton Brothers by Mrs. Bute, who was so distressed by her beloved son that she used her own money to give it to the Burton Brothers."
"However, after the Flash Blade Order was destroyed, Marquis Bute seemed to be afraid of being implicated in these cult affairs, so he immediately placed Mrs. Bute under house arrest and ordered someone to tell the Burton Brothers to release the assassination order."
"That's why you were spared from being assassinated by the Burton Brothers in the following period. Although it will definitely not be difficult for you to deal with those inferior thugs, it is still a troublesome thing after all. There are too many mosquitoes and it is very noisy. Well."
Watson nodded slightly, "I understand, that is to say, the source comes from the Marquise Bute, then the leader of the Burton Brothers...Ottavio Burton, then the Microphone Jack, and finally the Flash Blade Cult. Group, right?”
Nello: "Yes, you have sorted it out very clearly. So, how do you think we should deal with this Jack now?"
"Alas..." Watson sighed softly and said slowly: "Although Jack also participated in the assassination process of me, he was just a mouthpiece after all. There is no need for us to care about these small characters - Let him die happily."
As he said this, he removed the long stick-like object wrapped in black cloth that he carried on his back, revealing the strange hexagonal barrel weapon.
Watson pretended to use the scope to aim at a target a hundred yards away. The target was currently standing in the bright firelight, yelling at the workers below. Through the scope, he could clearly see the spittle spitting out of the target's mouth. .
boom--
Old Jack, who had just picked up the tea cup to moisten his throat, had his head exploded with a bang, and the shattered flesh and blood tissue scattered like a broken watermelon!
The alert guard immediately turned his head to look at the place where the gunfire sounded. Before he could see the specific building clearly, sparks of gunfire lit up for a moment, and his head was shattered.
A piece of melon rind covered with hair fell to the feet of a certain porter. He first glanced around to make sure no one saw it, then spat on the melon rind, and then trampled it back and forth with the soles of his feet. He let out a fierce breath!
Chapter Ninety is working hard to unblock it... Although the author guessed that it would be blocked before publishing it, he still wanted to test the bottom line, and sure enough, it was blocked in the morning.