Right here in Jérôme. When Bonaparte was about to lead Hamm to the café to find out, a pair of white arms stopped Jérôme. Bonaparte's way forward, Jérôme. Bonaparte looked at the owner of his arm, and his eyes revealed doubt.

The owner of the arm was a young man in a light blue flak jacket and jeans, armed with an old smoothbore pistol, and he said to Jérôme with a stern expression: "Sir, you can't go any further!" God knows if that mob will do something atrocity against a gentleman like you! ”

Jérôme. Bonaparte remembered that Britain in 1848 was at the height of the Chartist movement, which nearly overthrew the British royal family, which lasted until 1851.

"Huh?" Jérôme. Bonaparte thanked the young man, he did not want to get involved in this political turmoil, every big political storm meant a large-scale conflict, sometimes the conflict was too intense, it would turn into bloodshed, either his own blood or the blood of the enemy, he did not want to be in Britain with blood three steps, now he just wanted to return to France in peace.

See Jérôme. Bonaparte, who had dismissed the idea of moving on, glanced at Jérôme. Bonaparte introduced himself enthusiastically after his attire: "I am George who lives on Picadio Street. John, who are you? ”

"Jérôme. Stalin! "Jerome, who is wary of the Angsa people. Bonaparte made up a name full of evil taste.

"Mr. Stalin!" George. John was dutifully called Jérôme. Bonaparte's for Mr. Stalin made Jérôme laugh out loud.

I don't know if my loving father will directly purge me if he knows that I use his name!

Jérôme. After Bonaparte silently complained in his heart, his face quickly retracted his smile, and his expression became more and more serious.

"That...... Mr. Stalin! Why are you laughing? "George. John wondered.

"I remembered something glad of me! You go on! "Jérôme. Bonaparte vs. George. John said.

"That Mr. Stalin, I don't know if you are interested in joining our ranks!" George. John asked tentatively.

"Your team?" Jérôme. Bonaparte looked George up and down. John, judging from his movements and standing, there is a good chance that this person in front of him is a community vigilante, and he is the kind that doesn't need money.

"That's right!" George. John's eyebrows fluttered instantly. Bonaparte described the "benefits" of community vigilantes, such as the ability to legally receive "donations", the "zero-dollar purchase" of the poor, and the ability to convert to the regular establishment of the British police if meritorious.

To put it bluntly, he is a temporary worker who does not need money, and the temporary worker solves the problem, and the temporary worker takes the blame for the accident, and all the credit is due to the leadership of the British police.

In terms of treatment, it is even inferior to the National Guard in France next door.

"And what is your position?" Jérôme. Bonaparte asked.

"I've been appointed Captain of the Vigilante Squad on Piccadio Street!" George. John's eyebrows fluttered as he rushed to the heat of Roma. Bonaparte said, looking at his appearance, I don't know that I thought he was appointed by the Prime Minister of the Cabinet to be a minister in a certain department.

It's good for young people to have enthusiasm, but sometimes they tend to be unlucky because of their enthusiasm.

Jérôme, who boasted of having lived through a bloody period, never dissuaded the "young man" (George. John is younger than Jerrome. Bonaparte was not much smaller), and only by making him suffer a little will he understand that everything in the world is not necessarily beneficial.

"I ......" Jérôme. Bonaparte had just opened his mouth to George. When John refused, a shout came from the direction of the café, "We want bread", "We want work", "We want universal suffrage", "We want democracy," from the direction of the café!

Immediately afterwards, the workers gathered at the café also followed the call.

Although they don't understand what democracy and universal suffrage are, they have heard from those big people (Chartists) that as long as universal suffrage and democracy are realized, bread and work will be there.

"Let's go! Let's go to the town hall to petition! ”

I don't know who in the crowd suddenly came to say "petition", the sound of "petition" came one after another, and the workers with herd mentality also shouted "petition" with them.

The person in charge of organizing this "lecture" also did not expect that the "people" would support them so "enthusiastically" (referring to the Chartists), and he was like a general commanding thousands of troops.

I saw him jump off the podium made of two wooden boxes, and everyone subconsciously made way for the person in charge.

A mighty "petition" force turned into a front and moved towards the London Guildhall, with Chartist delegates walking in front of the procession, and behind him were the unemployed workers and the elite who had been forced to fall into the proletariat.

Jérôme. The place where Bonaparte was located was exactly where the petitioning troops were about to arrive.

Almost all vigilantes and special police officers (also British temporary workers, self-care for weapons, and blame for accidents. All of them are on standby.

The scene became a little anxious for a while, and in this atmosphere, Jérôme. Bonaparte could even hear the spitting of a vigilante three meters away from him.

"Man! Looks like we're in trouble! "George. John's voice trembled slightly, this was the first time he had faced the petitioning force, and he had only heard from his neighbors before.

"I think so!" Jérôme. Bonaparte agreed, and Hamm, who was held by Jérôme, also bared his teeth and shouted "Wangwang" twice

Seeing the procession getting closer, Jérôme. Bonaparte wanted to leave, he didn't want to get involved in this political maelstrom.

Jérôme. Bonaparte was about to turn away when George. John's hand grabbed Jérôme. Bonaparte's cuffs: "George! ”

"Mr. Stalin, you can't go!" George. John looked at Jérôme pleadingly. Bonaparte.

"Damn! I'm not a vigilante! I am not obliged to help the government suppress them! "Jérôme. Bonaparte held back his anger at George. John said.

"Mr. Stalin, look around!" George. John pointed to the vigilantes around him and whispered to Jérôme. Bonaparte whispered, "If you leave in a hurry, the whole team may collapse!" When the time comes, you'll be court-martialed! ”

Jérôme. Bonaparte laughed angrily: "I am just an innocent passerby, and you treat a foreign friend like this?" ”

"Sir, this is Britain!" George. John also replied helplessly.

"The United Kingdom of Sons of Dogs!" Jérôme. Bonaparte cursed quietly.