The Shadow of Great Britain

Chapter 802: Chapter 375: It’s Raining in London (6K2)_4

Next, police officers stood up one after another, equally removing their hats and saying: “Sir, we’re sorry!”

“Sorry?”

Arthur’s face abruptly turned serious, the smile vanishing: “Gentlemen, I did not come here to hear your apologies. We gather here, not to wallow in past failures, but to draw strength from them and make our success even more dazzling! And you, you bunch of idiots, what are you doing? Straighten your backs for me!”

Arthur’s shout echoed through the empty street of Whitehall, like a law, an indescribable belief. For some reason, each police officer present drew strength from it, supporting them to straighten their backs like a sharp sword.

Arthur took a step, hand on the Sword of Honor, circling their formation.

“At this decisive moment, we gather here, bearing the expectations of a nation, carrying the heavy trust of an era. The current British society is undergoing a historic social transformation, much like a double-edged sword, bringing the dawn of progress while also inciting unease and resistance in some. Humanity seeks order amidst chaos, just like stars seek light in the darkness.

We all know that this country is not perfect. It has many issues that urgently need resolving, and perhaps it does need to change right now. However, we wish for it to change in a way that brings us closer to that dream of Heaven on earth rather than further away. The essence of the social contract lies in every one of us obeying the laws we collectively establish to exchange for peace and stability.

I know that some of you are afraid, and I am afraid too, for humans are naturally prone to get lost in the fantasy of hope. When the painful reality comes, we often shut our eyes, unwilling to face it, preferring to listen to the siren’s song until we are turned into beasts. This is not a shameful thing but human nature.

But, gentlemen, when we put on this uniform, we no longer represent ourselves. We are police officers, embodiments of order. We are not facing a battle for personal honor, but a war to uphold the principles of rule of law.

Every act of violence that attempts to destroy order on the streets is a challenge to our common beliefs. Faced with such challenges, we must do as John Milton said: stand up to defend the ultimate truth.

Choosing to stand up is not an easy task. We choose to stand up precisely because it is difficult!

At this moment, as enforcers of British Law, we will guide lost ships through the star-filled night to the land of perpetual daylight, like a lighthouse, like the morning star. The duty of courage is not to foster chaos, but to maintain order!

We must bravely stand at the front line, be ready to take responsibility, no matter the roles fate assigns us.

Do it! As the Gospel says: Let your light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds. You are the light of the world, a city on a hill that cannot be hidden.

We will become kindling, burning ourselves like a candle, illuminating London through the fog.

We will shed our blood, nourishing the vast soil, only for the flower of order to blossom on the hilltop.

Do it! Use the glow of the setting sun to light up the night, because I know, we will ultimately stand tall like a city on the peak, admired by the world!!!

As soon as Arthur finished speaking, the police force erupted with astonishing volume.

“Yes, Sir!!!”

Arthur grabbed the reins of the carriage, mounted the horse, drew the Sword of Honor, and shouted: “Young men, all units ready! March forward towards the Financial City!”

…

Rumble!

In Bentham’s residence, the old man lay weakly on the bed.

The butler, Andrew, sat beside him, holding his cold hand. Suddenly, he noticed Bentham’s fingers moving slightly.

Bentham struggled to open his eyelids halfway. With his parched lips peeling, he strained to ask, “An, An… drew… Is it thunder outside?”

Andrew, hearing this, looked up at the smoky sky and the falling raindrops, and nodded slightly: “Yes, Mr. Bentham. London is raining.”