The Shadow of Great Britain
Chapter 153 - 153 110 Humanized Devil

153: Chapter 110 Humanized Devil 153: Chapter 110 Humanized Devil Robert Owen saw the surging crowd pouring out and was startled by their noise.

He shouted repeatedly, “Friends, calm down!

Calm down!”

But his pleas were already drowned out by the noisy clamor of the crowd; the agitated people couldn’t hear what he was saying.

Tom, seeing the crowd that had lost control, was so anxious that he was sweating profusely.

He turned to Arthur next to him and asked, “What do we do now?

There are already hundreds of people here.

If it escalates to thousands, it’s going to turn into serious chaos.”

Arthur, without saying much, grabbed Tom and Tony beside him and hurriedly hailed two public carriages on the roadside and stuffed them in.

“Tom, return to the Greenwich Police Station immediately, tell them, Police Superintendent Arthur Hastings from the Greater London Police Department, Greenwich District, urgently orders, to immediately mobilize all district forces to head to the Royal Arsenal and Royal Dockyard in Woolwich.

Set a post every ten steps in the nearby roads of Woolwich Arsenal, three men per post, strengthen the patrolling and guarding.

If you find anyone attempting to storm the arsenal, arrest them all without asking reasons!

As for whether they mean it or not, we will interrogate afterwards.

Also, liaise with the Royal Artillery stationed near the Woolwich Arsenal; if they notice any unusual situations, tell them not to act rashly, as the Cabinet and the Army Department have not issued suppression orders yet.

If a large-scale riot occurs and the local police forces are insufficient to maintain order at the scene, then request the Royal Artillery to send a guard platoon to assist.

I repeat once again, no shooting allowed.

All the flintlock muskets in the Greenwich Police Station must also be carefully stored at Woolwich Arsenal.

Anyone who dares lose a gun during this time, I will definitely send him to the criminal court!”

Upon hearing this, Tom quickly saluted Arthur: “Yes, sir!”

“Tony, you go to Tower Hamlets, inform the Guard Infantry Regiment responsible for guarding the Tower of London about the emergency situation.

If the Duke of Cambridge, Prince Adolphus, the regiment’s commander, is there, report directly to him and draw local police forces to help strengthen the guard of the Tower’s armory.

Also, transport all the reserve guns from the Tower Hamlets Police Station to the Tower of London.

I know exactly how many guns are there; if even one is missing after the event, they will pay dearly!”

Upon hearing this, Tony bit his lip and said, “Arthur, Tower Hamlets and Greenwich are different.

Greenwich is our stronghold, Tom is familiar with them, thus you can easily be in charge.

But now I don’t have an official order from Scotland Yard signed by you; those guys might not listen to me!”

At this, Arthur also understood what Tony meant.

After his promotion to Police Superintendent, the position of the new Police Superintendent of the Greenwich District had not been officially determined, and the local police chiefs were all his former subordinates, Tom could easily earn everyone’s trust by just showing his face.

But the situation in Tower Hamlets was somewhat complex, because the Police Superintendent of Tower Hamlets had the same background as Clemens, both coming from the Guard Cavalry.

While it couldn’t be assumed they were alike just because both came from the same background, judging from the fact that Fred could swagger about in Tower Hamlets running a detective agency, that Superintendent was probably not an easy mark.

Arthur licked his lips, grabbed Tony by the shoulders, and stuffed the pipe from his pocket into his hand, then lowered his voice and whispered in his ear.

“If the Superintendent of Tower Hamlets doesn’t cooperate, go find Jones, give him my pipe, he will know how to handle this matter.”

Tony let out a sigh, then nodded gently at Arthur: “Alright, Arthur, I know what to do now, you take care as well.”

Arthur watched as the two departed in the carriage, feeling a bit relieved.

He immediately hailed another carriage, and as he was about to step in, he found Agares blocking his way.

The Red Devil spread his wings, blocking the morning sun, casting a shadow over Arthur’s face.

He filed his nails with a rasp while shaking his head.

“Arthur, why do you even bother?

If they want to meet their deaths, then let them.

Tsk, even after thousands of years, humanity’s intelligence remains just at this level.

You religious texts curse me as the Devil, saying I lure human souls with various benefits.

I admit I’ve deceived souls, but at least I give something in return!

It’s all fair contracts, equitable trades.

Humans enjoy the benefits I provide, and naturally, they must fulfill the agreed-upon interests from the start.

But now, just because someone gave them some illusory promises and shouted ‘Down with Wellington, overthrow the Tory Party,’ without giving them guns or cannon, they rush headlong to their deaths unarmed.

Truth be told, this isn’t even as good as the Crusaders back in the day who, at least after winning, actually plundered a great deal and shared the spoils, from top to bottom, including lands and honors of the Kingdom of Jerusalem.

Tsk, it seems that compared to trading souls, deceiving humans is much easier.

Arthur, I’ve told you many times, don’t mingle with these fools.

They probably really believe that they’ll gain some benefits after toppling Wellington.

What if Wellington is brought down?

Isn’t it just another party coming to power?

Public ownership of property, equal labor – it sounds good, but if humans were genuinely that selfless, there would be no Heaven or Hell.

Don’t get me started on public ownership.

You pick up a beggar from the street at random, ask these workers if they would let this stranger live in their homes, and ten out of ten would be unwilling.

At the end, I, the one willing to let a beggar into my home, have turned into the irrevocably evil Devil in the scriptures.

The real doers are the devils, and those who casually talk about the spirit of love become angels, tsk tsk tsk, such is the hypocrisy of human nature…

Arthur, I advise you not to follow that old path.

Although you don’t like reading the Bible, I still suggest you familiarize yourself more with the stories in it.

Why does God’s image in the Bible always involve hurling meteorites, igniting great fires, stirring up floods?

Have you ever considered whether God really did these things?

No, that’s just the God they expect in their hopes, only disaster can teach them better.

So, do you know the kind of feelings that kind-hearted man had when they nailed Jesus to the cross?

Only when humans feel pain do they learn to treasure.

Jesus did not resurrect nor ascend to heaven; those are just lies concocted by shameless scoundrels to comfort their pitiful consciences.

A group of murderers kneeling and mourning before the savior’s body on Earth, just thinking about it makes me nauseous.

There is a reason why it’s hard to find an angel’s trace on Earth; your gratuitous kindness will only make them think you are weak and easily bullied.

Only when you point a gun at their heads will they kneel and submit to you.

Arthur, listen to me, don’t go.

Just take care of your jurisdiction, what others do is their business, even if the Army ends up intervening, it’s their own fault.

These people are the ones shouting not to talk about morals, right?

So why should you save them out of moral reasons?

Don’t be foolish, Arthur, morals cannot reform the heart.”

However, upon hearing this, Arthur merely chuckled lightly, “Morality is not to be preached to others, but to oneself.

What I do isn’t about influencing others, but about making myself feel better.

If you think I’m moral, that only shows you’re becoming more like a human.

Because only in the eyes of humanity, what constitutes the rational social animal’s good and evil isn’t emotions, but actions.”

With that, Arthur passed through Agares’s shadowy silhouette and stepped into the carriage.

“10 Downing Street, Prime Minister’s Office.”

Upon hearing this, the coachman doffed his hat, and his speech became more cautious: “Sir, what are you going to do there?”

Arthur smiled and said, “What else?

I’m going to meet our Prime Minister, the Duke of Wellington.”

The coachman flicked the reins, and the carriage slowly started moving: “I mean, why are you going there?”

Arthur pulled out two coins from his pocket and passed them through the front window of the carriage: “For the duty of the police of the Greater London Police Department, to protect public property and life.

So, for the sake of this little property, please make it quick.”