"That's right, an experiment that is not a success, just look at its appearance, you can know that it has a longer range and higher stability."

Old Philip took out the revolver and fiddled with it twice:

"However, rifling is too easy to wear, and changing the barrel material will increase the production cost exponentially. Do you like this? Your hobby is really special, I'll give you this thing. This gun is not numbered, which is more convenient to use......"

This time he looked up at the window, and from the convex belly window, he could see the house of his neighbor, Mr. Pino.

Old Philip didn't show any reluctance, he found a leather holster in the toolbox of the cupboard, stuffed the revolver into it, and handed it to Lorota.

Then he took out something like a pocket watch from the drawer.

"This is it. There is a bit of processed high-quality phlogiston hidden inside, and when the lid is unscrewed, it comes into contact with the air and burns violently. When it explodes, it can make loud noises and shake the air, making people deaf and thus incapacitated. Of course, the one I threw next door was much smaller than that, probably the size of a fingernail. ”

"Stun bombs?" Grandin was surprised.

It was the first time he had seen something like this in the world.

"Stun bombs? That's a good name. That's what you call it. ”

The old gentleman said it lightly.

It's not legal to modify firearms or extract high-quality phlogiston, but Grandin and Lorota selectively ignore this.

This old gentleman is a treasure.

Grandin didn't find a lathe here, but since old Philip could improve the barrel and make props at home, there would certainly be no shortage of such things, and maybe the real workshop would be underground?

He was keenly aware that the ground here was elevated, perhaps for soundproofing.

"Mr. Philip, can I order a batch of stunners from you? This kind of thing looks very practical. ”

Grandin planned to get acquainted with the old gentleman first, and then get to know him a little bit.

"It's a small thing, but I don't have it in stock, so I have to make it fresh, and the phlogiston extraction also takes time."

Old Philip did not refuse.

"Time is not an issue, I will come back to visit you."

Although the mechanics of the old gentleman's brewing coffee look high-end, the coffee tastes like it is instant.

Grandin and Lotrota took their leave after their coffee.

The next thing is very simple, just go to the residents' self-government committee of this street and let them send someone to negotiate with the two neighbors.

The two of them found a restaurant and recorded today's case process while eating. Two copies, one will be sent to the National Police Agency and one will be taken back to the night watchman's station for archiving.

They didn't spend much time in the cafeteria because they were on patrol at night. They soon set off again and took a horse-drawn carriage to Knights Street.

By the time they arrived at the patrol site, it was just before 6 p.m., so they could change shifts with their colleagues in the security booth in time. Police uniforms have been prepared in advance in the police booth, and of course there is only one 'V' on the epaulettes of these police uniforms.

Wearing this, they instantly become low-level police officers.

Grandin took off his trench coat and quickly changed into a police uniform. He looked out the window at the dim sky and the fog that began to fill the streets, and felt the fatigue suddenly come back to him.

Speaking of which, he hasn't had much rest since Friday, and in three days, he only slept on the train for a few hours.

At this time, he was already showing some symptoms of sluggishness, and in order not to let himself fall asleep, he began to chat:

"I used to tell if it would rain tomorrow based on whether it was foggy at night. But since coming to Beckland, this approach has not worked. ”

Behind the curtain there was a sound of changing clothes, and Lorotta answered inside:

"You have to learn to adapt, fog is the hallmark of Beckland."

"yes, that's what Beckland is all about......"

Grandin agreed, hesitating to drink a little more 'Goddess's Gaze' to get through the patrol.

"Wow-"

Lorota changed her clothes and walked out of the cubicle. She took two long-handled igniters from the drawer of the table, shoved one of them into Grandin's hand, and said:

"You left and I right, let's go and light the street lights."

After saying that, she took the lead in walking out of the security booth.

At this moment, the fog has made the surrounding scenery hazy. So Grandin didn't delay any longer and got to work. new

The road in Knights' Street can accommodate four horse-drawn carriages at the same time, and the street lights on the side of the road need to be turned on manually every 50 meters. The knobs on these gas lamps had jumped to green, and there was a 'hissing' sound in the metal grid.

Grandin only had to take care of setting them on fire. In the early morning, the street light knob automatically jumps to red and stops the air supply.

They followed the street and lit up all the street lamps.

At first, there were pedestrians and horse-drawn carriages passing by on the road, but later on, the whole street began to fall silent.

"It was influenced by the daytime march." Lorota put her hands in her pants pockets, "Although the marchers didn't come to the North End, they were all afraid of riots. ”

There were not many pedestrians on the streets, but there were many patrols, and these servants were in groups of three. One with a kerosene lamp, one with a fork, and one with a shotgun in his hand.

And then there are the guys in trench coats and cool dresses, who are better equipped, but they only guard a certain compound.

"No matter what they think, I have to thank them for their contribution to policing, at least we have easier patrols." Grandin carried a kerosene lamp and complained.

"Guess what's the reaction of Queens, which was hit directly by the march, right now?"

Lorota asked, kicking away a stone from the road.

......

Queens, Hall Family luxury villa.

Audrey stood by the hallway window, her eyes falling on the servant who was patrolling the garden outside with a hound. Further down the street, patrols with rifles.

She had planned to hear her father's views on the workers' march.

But as soon as Earl Hall got home, he went into the study with a group of gentlemen, and left his daughter to dry.

"Every time my dad discussed something important, he carried me behind his back...... The door was locked! ”

Audrey pursed her lips and reluctantly walked back to her room.

In the study, the sofa group was already full of all kinds of big people, including nobles, parliamentarians, and ministers.

The smoke from the burning of cigarettes is like a dark cloud hanging over their heads.

Their discussion was very intense:

"This is a provocation! These untouchables are so bold that we can't accede to any of their demands! ”

"Haven't you seen it yet? If it's tens of thousands today, it may be 100,000 next time! We have to calm the mood of the workers, and a little concession is acceptable. ”

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"A little today, tomorrow they will want more!"

"We can arrange more police ......"

Earl Hall sat in the high-backed chair behind the table, watching them argue, smoking his cigar in silence.

In the corner, Susie lay on the ground, her ears twitching occasionally.

Queens, West Villas Field.

In the office of the National Police Agency director, the cabinet secretary sits in a high-backed chair belonging to the director. The original owner of the chair sat cramped on a low reception sofa.

A man in a rare black shirt was standing at his desk, reporting to the Cabinet Secretary:

"The incumbents of the National Police Agency have been screened and no police officers have been found to be implicated in this operation."

"What about the senior inspectors and superintendents?" The Cabinet Secretary absentmindedly turned the pen.

"There is no investigation yet." The man in black replied indifferently.

"Then hurry up, I want to know the results before the meeting tomorrow."

The secretary tossed the pen into the pen holder.

"We—I am absolutely loyal to Your Majesty!"

The chubby director hurriedly expressed his loyalty.

The man in black turned his head to the director, his eyebrows were sparse, his blue eyes were lifeless, and the lines of his face were as cold and hard as a blade:

"Did Mr. Director take part in this parade?"

As his eyes swept over, the Director felt an electric current rush through his body, like a barbed whip whipping himself.

This pain seems to come from the depths of the soul, which makes people painful and numb, and it is impossible to resist.

"I—I don't know."

After the director endured the pain, he suddenly relaxed, and he realized that his police uniform had been soaked with sweat.

"Truth."

The man in black did not strike again, and he continued to report:

"The criminals have all been interrogated. We've found out that the Aurora Society is also involved, but they're just pawns of those behind the scenes. After the parade was successful, except for the few who were thrown to the police, all the other members of the Aurora Society were disposed of. ”

"So far we have not found a real organizer, and his appearance and disappearance are just as sudden. Extrapolating from the results, we can be sure that there is such an individual or organization. But in the process of development, there is not the slightest trace of his activities. It's weird...... It's like an invisible hand that moves us all. ”

For the first time, a wavering expression appeared on the cold and hard face of the man in black. He took a deep breath and said firmly:

"We will continue to track down the man who spoke on the Beckland Bridge, he was the only one who was witnessed."

"Please work hard, His Majesty the King and his ministers can only count on you. Although the church said that they would continue to investigate, I don't think the church is enthusiastic about this matter. ”

The cabinet secretary's expression was dark.

The church will always be on the side of the majority, and it is a pity that this time they are in the minority.

The man in black saluted, then turned and left the office.

......

Joe Wood District, Bakerland Post Headquarters.

The three-story office building is now brightly lit.

"Hurry up, I'll see it on the front page tomorrow!" The president trembled with excitement, "That spicy commentary that Mr. Surrey just sent will definitely make us overwhelm our peers!" I'm going to let the citizens of Beckland see it, no, I'm going to let all of Rune see it! ”

"But sir, newspaper samples were sent to all branches across the country in the afternoon. By this time we may have already gone to the printing houses in various places......" One editor looked at the suddenly jammed article of the Times, a little puzzled.

"Use your brain! With a telegram! Regardless of how much a telegram costs for a letter, my request is that not even a single punctuation mark is missing! ”

"Let our print factory workers work all night today! I'm going to make sure that tomorrow the newspaper will print twice as much as usual! ”

After the president yelled at the editor, he suddenly remembered something, and suddenly said with a spirit, "When communicating with the workers, the tone is better, and I am willing to give the workers double ...... No triple overtime pay. ”

......

On Monday, a well-sleeped, energetic Klein stepped into the Black Thorn Security Company, greeted Rosan, and asked:

"Is today's newspaper here?"

In order to save money, the family only subscribes to a few local newspapers in Tingen, while the security company subscribes to a larger variety of newspapers.

"It's been delivered a long time ago."

The sweetly smiling brown-haired girl pulled out a stack of newspapers from the counter, which still smelled of ink.

"Thank you, Roshan."

That's the benefit of waking up early! You can even read the newspaper first-hand!

Crane picked it up in the newspaper with satisfaction.

He couldn't read all of them, but he could pick out what he was interested in. Based on his previous experience, the first thing he looked for was the Beckland Post.

I have to say that compared with it, there is a big gap between Tingen Honest and It, whether it is interesting or timely.

'Silent March! The awakening of the working class. ’

The title shook Klein's spirits. He didn't care to leave, so he stood at the front desk and began to read.

As the successor of the new era, after crossing over here and discovering the difficult life of the people at the bottom. He thought of revolution, of mobilizing the masses, of changing the world.

And his affection for the working class is even more innate. But ever since he discovered that there was a transcendent power in this world, he knew that this matter was very difficult and almost impossible to succeed.

Because the upper echelons have a lot of resources in their hands, they must have the power that guns can't solve. And the people at the bottom don't even have bullet shells.

In this case, he paid more attention to the large-scale marches that took place in the capital and were also successful.

He took a breath and decided to read the report with reverence.

"I knew you'd read this, it's all in the newspapers right now."

Roseanne leaned out of the front desk and leaned her brown, hairy head in front of the newspaper:

"There were very, very many people participating in the march this time. There are even more than the last time the 'Grain Act' was repealed, and I heard that there were tens of thousands. ”

"This time they want to fight for legislation that will set the minimum pay and the maximum number of hours worked per week. Newspaper commentators said there was a good chance that it would succeed. ”

"Everybody was looking for the guy who organized the parade, some called him a hero, some called him a demon."

Klein's expression fell, and the breath he was holding suddenly let out.

This girl is good at everything, but unfortunately she has a long mouth. What's the difference between this and a movie spoiler?

Klein read the report boredly, and found that it was really similar to what Roseanne said.

Before the girl could speak again, Klein hurriedly pulled out a few other newspapers that he was interested in, clipped them under his armpit and ran away.