Chapter 152: Fight (End)

At the end of the 19th century when communication was backward, the main way to spread information within short distances was still to tell each other about it, which was inherited from ancient times. Even the wealthy Burton Brothers were not rich enough to equip every business place with a telegraph and a telegraph operator.

So even though the sailboat and the tobacco tavern had been completely captured, the information about the attack could not be spread immediately because no one escaped alive.

However, a few brave and careful gamblers, after fleeing in panic, looked at the tavern where gunshots were heard one after another, and suddenly thought that they didn't seem to find any members of the Burton Brothers who escaped. Doesn't that prove that no one knew about the attack on the sailboat and the tobacco tavern?

After all, a series of gunshots suddenly sounded in the middle of the night, which might seem 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 very common thing. At this moment, there is no light in the apartment building near the pub. Those residents who were awakened by the gunshots probably just muttered that it started again, and then covered their heads with thick quilts and continued to sleep.

Perhaps only in the stable streets controlled by the Black Crow Gang, night gunfights are a rare thing.

So these bold gamblers thought that if they could spread the news of the attack on the sailboat and the tobacco pub to the Burton Brothers Gang as soon as possible, they would definitely get a good reward... Hehehe, then they can go to other places and play a few games happily! Or it would be a good idea to go to the Moulin Rouge to warm up!

However, these gamblers indulged in wine, sex and money all day long, and their physical strength had long been hollowed out. They ran less than 500 meters in such a cold snowy night, and they were already exhausted. They only felt that the air they breathed into their lungs was surprisingly cold, just like a layer of frost on the glass window in the morning. The frost penetrated directly into their blood and bone marrow, making them shiver and their teeth chattering.

With such a weak physique and such a slow speed, how could they compare with two secret believers who had both blade and heart?

When Watson and Nello found the target Jack, he was sitting next to a warm brazier in a private port warehouse two blocks away, drinking steaming black tea, and monitoring the workers who unloaded the goods from the smuggling ship.

"Hey! You guys, move faster, don't dilly-dally like a woman."

"And you, what's the point of patrolling around me all the time?! Am I a naked beauty or a crown inlaid with gems?!!!"

"Go patrol the periphery! Look at those shadows that the street lights can't illuminate, are there police or other gang members hiding in them!!! Do you need me to teach you all this? Is this your first day in the gang?!!!"

Jack was so excited that his saliva flew everywhere, spewing out a strong smell of alcohol mixed with tea, and his saliva almost sprayed on the faces of these stupid guys.

The guys with bulging waists endured the accusations and scoldings of the thin man in front of them, and showered in the other's stinky saliva rain, but they didn't dare to get angry at all-you know, Jack is one of the confidants of Boss Ottavio! Although he looks frail, the power he holds is enough to crush these low-level thugs countless times.

So they could only disperse obediently and search for the shadows that had been scouted several times in advance - but they still left two brothers to guard near Jack to prevent any unexpected situations.

Just as this group of thugs dispersed 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 expel the guards around him, putting themselves in a precarious situation.

Nello: "Captain Watson, are you going to capture him alive or..."

Watson immediately replied: "You said that this Jack is the mouthpiece who issued my assassination order to the Flash Blade Cult? Then who really wants to kill me? Is it his boss?"

"Do you still remember Harris Boot?"

Nello's words dragged Watson into his memories. Of course, he would not forget the four-armed cup-phase deformer, and he also clearly remembered the taste of the other party.

"Of course I remember, that was the deformed person who fell into the cup phase of desire, right? It took me a lot of effort to successfully kill him at that time-" Watson knew the origin of the assassination order as soon as he heard it, "So his family wanted to retaliate against me? With the power of Marquis Bute, he could only find these low-level gangsters to do such dirty work that cannot be seen in the light?"

"You only guessed half right. In fact, Marquis Bute had no resentment at all for the death of his son. He even said this in a private aristocratic gathering somewhere-since Harris had made such a big mistake and killed so many innocent girls, he was 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 criminal, you should kill him to prevent him from causing greater damage in the future!"

"In fact, the assassination of you was purely because Mrs. Bute loved her son so much and was so sad that she used her own private money to issue an assassination order to the Burton brothers."

"However, after the fall of the Flash Blade Cult, Marquis Bute seemed to be afraid of being implicated in these cult affairs, and immediately placed Mrs. Bute under house arrest, and ordered someone to tell the Burton Brothers to release the assassination order."

"So you were spared from the Burton Brothers' repeated assassinations during the following period of time - although it would not be difficult for you to deal with those inferior thugs, it was still a troublesome matter after all - too many mosquitoes would be noisy."

Watson nodded slightly, "I understand, that is to say, the source came from Marquise Bute, and then the leader of the Burton Brothers...Ottavio Burton , then the mouthpiece Jack, and finally the Flash Blade Cult, right? "

Nello: "Yes, you have sorted it out very clearly. So what do you think should be done with this Jack now?"

"Ah..." Watson sighed softly and said slowly: "Although this Jack also participated in the assassination process against me, he is just a mouthpiece after all. We don't need to be fussy about these small characters-let him die happily."

As he said this, he removed the long stick-like object wrapped in black cloth on his back, revealing the strange hexagonal barrel weapon.

Watson pretended to use the scope to aim at the target a hundred yards away. The other party was standing in the bright firelight at the moment, cursing at the workers below. Through the scope, you can clearly see the saliva spitting out of the other party's mouth.

Bang--

Old Jack, who had just picked up the teacup to moisten his throat, had his head exploded, and the broken flesh and blood tissue splattered like a broken watermelon!

The alert guard immediately turned his head to look at the place where the gunshots came from. Before he could see the specific building, there was another flash of gunfire and his head was also broken.

A piece of melon rind with hair fell to the feet of a porter. He first glanced around to make sure no one saw it, then spit on the melon rind, and then trampled on it with his feet, letting out a breath of anger!

Chapter 90 is trying to lift the ban... Although the author guessed that it would be blocked before publishing, he still wanted to test the bottom line. Sure enough, it was blocked in the morning.