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After all, nobles are kind-hearted and cannot tolerate the suffering of the poor.
There were also many beggars who wanted to come to Queens to ask for some money to make ends meet. They did get what they wanted, and they could get dozens or even hundreds of pounds in a day's work.
Then, at night, they were beaten to death and all their money was taken away, and their bodies were thrown directly into the Tasok River.
After all, nobles are kind-hearted and cannot tolerate the suffering of the poor.
Hey, he is also a noble himself...
It was quite a complicated mood.
Oh, he is also poor now...
The mood is more complicated...
Hastur was daydreaming while walking on the Kingdom Avenue admiring the scenery on both sides.
In addition to the praiseworthy large houses here, the shops here are also more unique than other places.
From this street to that street, clothes are sold, from here to there, jewelry is sold, and that area is dedicated to selling gems...
Hastur just passed by the gate outside the shop, without going in to take a look. He was simply familiar with the terrain, hoping to use it someday.
After two hours of shopping, it was almost time for the court session to begin. He hired a carriage and left Queens.
When the steady voice of Mr. Justice sounded in the court, Hastur came out from the corner, walked into the door, and sat in the corner of the last row.
Well, very good, Mrs. Germani did not come today.
Hastur is in a good mood and listens carefully to today's case.
Except for catching a ship of pirates and being sentenced, there is nothing new.
After the court session, Hastur was the first to stand up, step out of the way, hire a carriage, and drive away in a cloud of dust.
"Phew, perfect."
Hastur sat in the carriage, shook his head and laughed, then opened the curtain and looked at the street scene outside.
Out of the corner of his eye, he vaguely saw a familiar figure, one of the strong men behind the former fraudster Andrew.
The strong man's eyes were unkind, and when he saw his eyes sweeping over him, he subconsciously wanted to turn around and avoid looking at her.
There's definitely something weird!
"It should be Andrew who sent him to monitor me. Haha, he really doesn't want to give up."
Hastur lowered the curtain, his face became more solemn, and he tapped the bottom of the carriage lightly with his cane, thinking about countermeasures.
Since the other party refuses to give up, he will naturally take action.
Back in the West District, before entering the front door of his house, Hasta was keenly aware of eyes looking at him in the dark.
He looked normal, took out the key, opened the door, and then closed the door.
The other party was bolder than he thought. He had already sent people to monitor his door. It was estimated that the other party would take action no later than tomorrow night.
Although the security in the West District is good, it is impossible to monitor this area all the time, and there are always times of negligence.
Hastur went up to the second floor in thought, came to the study, sat at the desk, took out two blank envelopes, and began to write.
In the first letter, he planned to write to Gray Lint, explaining to him that Andrew's group came to his place to defraud him a few days ago and failed to defraud him. They were so angry that they wanted to deal with him, so that he could put some pressure on the police station stationed in the West District.
In the second letter, he wrote a report letter directly to the local police station, saying that Andrew's group was trying to bully a nobleman. The words in the letter were fierce, and he asked them to send someone to protect themselves secretly as soon as possible.
After writing the letter and stuffing it into the envelope, Hastur went out again to prevent other incidents.
He hired a carriage and went to Graylint's house, but he did not go in. He just asked the butler who happened to be at the door to hand the letter to Graylinte, and at the same time asked him to send someone to deliver another letter to the police station in the West District.
After doing this, Hastur hired a carriage to take a look around before returning to his home.
This back and forth not only wasted a lot of his time, but also cost him 1 sole and 4 pence!
Let him, who was not rich, become even poorer.
"When Andrew is caught, he must double the compensation for my losses."
"Shouldn't you pay the price for trying to bully a noble?"
Hasta hummed softly, held the kitchen knife and chopped a piece of celery, and then cut a whole piece of beef into thin slices. He was going to make a tender stir-fried beef.
At night, Hastur closed the bedroom door tightly, and went to the study room next door to lay the floor.
Well, this is to avoid unnecessary trouble. Now he doesn't want to fight with a group of desperate men.
Time passed little by little, and around two o'clock in the night, the sound of a window being carefully smashed open was heard on the originally silent first floor.
Did it come as expected?
Hastur, who was meditating and resting his mind, opened his eyes immediately and picked up a boning knife specially used to remove bones.
The blade is slender and sharp, and is suitable for swinging. It is much easier to use than a clumsy cane.
Chapter 14 Anyone who jumps off a building here will definitely break both legs!
Hastur tiptoed to the door and squatted down, listening to the movement outside the door.
Tonight's visitor obviously knew the layout of the house very well. He did not stop on the first floor and quickly went up to the second floor.
He vaguely heard the footsteps of three people when he reached the second floor. The footsteps split into two directions. One footsteps went up the stairs to the third floor, and the other two footsteps cautiously walked toward the bedroom next door.
Fortunately, there were only three people, not too many. If we could sneak attack one and knock down another, we could probably capture the remaining person on the third floor.
I am afraid that the people who come tonight may be extraordinary, although this possibility is very low.
Hastur lowered his breathing, tried to stay calm, clenched the boning knife in his hand, and waited for the moment the other party pushed the door open and entered.
"He's not in this bedroom!" An angry voice came from next door.
"Isn't he in the house tonight?"
"It's impossible. Our people have been keeping an eye on this place. We can be sure that he will be there tonight. Maybe he changed his room to sleep in another room tonight!"
"Search every room carefully, we must find him!"
At this moment, the two people in the next room walked out of the bedroom and were about to come to the study to investigate. Suddenly, there was a sound of neat footsteps outside the house, and at the same time there was a loud shout, to the effect that the thief in the house was told to take off his underwear, and then use his hands Hold it up to your head, step out and surrender.
Officers from the Western District Police Division arrived in teams.
Armed with kerosene lamps and pistols, they also entered the first floor of the house through the broken glass window.
"Damn it, how could these stupid pigs who only know how to lie in the police station and collect their wages come so fast?"
"Don't worry about how they got here, just run away now!"
The two people who were already standing at the door of the study discussed it and walked back to the bedroom they just came out of, smashed the window and jumped out.
"My window!"
Hasta, who had already relaxed a lot, gritted his teeth angrily. Installing a whole stained glass window would cost a lot of money.
He didn't think tonight's intruder could come up with such a sum of money.
We absolutely cannot let them run away like this!
He knew that with the height of the second floor and the buffer of the lawn, it would be difficult for the two intruders to fall to death or become disabled.
"You will definitely break both legs if you jump off the building here!"
Hastur used his spiritual power to try to formulate a new temporary rule for this place.
As for whether it would be useful, he didn't have much confidence.
This is just a simple try.
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Reed is a sergeant at the West District Police Station. He has been in this position for ten years. He is usually responsible for some security cases in the West District. He basically solves fights and petty thefts.
Every day seems very busy, but in fact it is very relaxed. There are very few homicide cases. He only needs to stay in the police station and wait for the church bell to ring at five o'clock in the afternoon, so that he can go home from get off work.
Occasionally, for some important cases, he would be notified to work the night shift overnight.
Generally speaking, this is a fairly leisurely job that is also respected and feared by many people. The salary is also very good. If you don't work overtime in a week, you can get 2 pounds 5 soli after tax, which is about the same as a month without overtime.
With an income of 10 pounds, or 120 pounds a year, although not as much as those bank managers and lawyers, it is far more than those workers working in factories.
Tonight, he had been resting at home, but the police station said that he needed to work overtime in the evening. He was also willing to work overtime when there was nothing important to deal with. After all, overtime was another salary.
When he came to the police station to work overtime, Inspector John repeatedly told him to protect Baron Campbell tonight.
If he is harmed by gangsters, not only will he be punished, but his bonus for a year will also be deducted.
Hearing this, he immediately became serious and even put out the cigarette on hand. He immediately found five veteran police officers and rushed to the house where Baron Campbell lived.
The wind at night wasn't too cold, but it still made people shrink their necks and tighten their coats. After all, it was only March.
Around 11:30, the dim lights in the target's bedroom on the second floor went out, making the surrounding streets even darker.
Logically speaking, for this kind of job of protecting people, they should follow the target, but who told them to observe and protect in secret.
They are nobles, and I am just a small police chief, so naturally I have to listen to them.
Reed's upper body was leaning against the wall of the alley at the corner, his right knee was arched, and the soles of his feet were stepping on the wall. He lowered his head slightly and skillfully pulled out a cigarette, lit it and took a few puffs, closed his eyes, and blew out a circle of smoke. Quietly wait for time to pass.
It was not until about two o'clock in the night that the police informed him that three people had secretly broken the glass window and sneaked into the house of Baron Campbell.
Reed took two puffs on his half-smoked cigarette, coughed, and walked out and gestured for four nearby police officers to go in and arrest the person.
He and another elderly police officer were guarding outside the big house to prevent the three gangsters from escaping.
Before he even needed to shoot, two figures jumped out of the second floor window.
The first person was obviously more experienced. The moment he was about to land, he held his head tightly and rolled forward. After rolling for a certain distance, he immediately got up and started running wildly in one direction.
The second person who jumped down was more miserable. Maybe his posture when he jumped was wrong. As soon as he landed, he let out a miserable cry and both his legs were broken!
The man had no choice but to lie down on the lawn, holding his knees with his hands and rolling back and forth, wailing in pain.
Reed asked another police officer to arrest the person, while he took out his pistol and chased the first person who jumped down.
After chasing for more than ten meters, the lucky guy who jumped off the building and ran away suddenly let out a scream. His legs seemed to have been hit by something, and they softened instantly. He lay forward in an awkward posture.
"Tsk, what an unlucky guy."
Reed walked forward with a smile, holding the gun against the unfortunate guy's head in his right hand, holding the cigarette between the fingers of his left hand, taking another long puff, blowing out a large puff of smoke rings, and said slowly: "You are under arrest."