"No matter what you say, your actions are a betrayal of the country! The country has raised you for so many years, and you treat your motherland like this? ”

The fat police officer, who was deeply educated by the aristocratic elite, despised this group of proletariats living at the bottom, believing that their existence was to discredit the whole of Britain, and even put on a condescending face to the "petitioning" workers.

“fuck your mom！ You dead pig! Some of the grumpy workers in the crowd couldn't help but come up with a classic scolding.

Immediately after, more and more people in the crowd began to greet the fat officer's family.

Looking at the crowd of passionate people, Jérôme. Bonaparte shrugged his shoulders helplessly, and the fat officer's lofty face not only did not ease the current tense atmosphere, but further intensified the contradictions, which was simply a model of insufficient success and more than failure.

The angry shouts of the workers converged to form a wave of sound towards the fat officer and his subordinates.

There is a way that is pointed out by thousands of people, and it ends without a disease.

The converging of nearly 200 invectives apparently scared the fat officer and his police officers enough.

In the face of the menacing workers, the fat officer couldn't help but take a small step back, hid behind a regular police officer, curled up slightly and shouted fiercely: "You'd better disband on the spot now, otherwise the army will be stationed in London!" They're going to wipe you all out! ”

The fat officer's nonsense reinstated a certain amount of confusion among the workers' groups, and the word army is a huge machine of violence for ordinary people, which will mercilessly crush the workers to the bones.

"The army?" The head of the workers' backbone said slowly: "According to the Police Act enacted by Minister Peel in 1829, the army is not normally stationed! We're just pleading with the town hall, not a riot! There will be no army coming in at all! Compatriots, don't worry, he's just bluffing! ”

The words of the person in charge clearly gave confidence to the workers' groups, and some of the workers who wanted to withdraw from the petition when they heard of the arrival of the army were reinforced.

"You damn thing!" The fat officer whispered angrily to the person in charge of organizing the workers' petition.

The current situation no longer seemed to be a problem that the sheriff of his area could fight, and only the officials of City Hall, and even the ministers of Downing Street, could solve it.

"As long as you go back honestly, I will report your petition to the town hall, go back!"

The attitude of the fat cop has changed from the original toughness to the current negotiation, and he also wants to prevent the group of workers from entering the West End.

"This gentleman!" The person in charge said impatiently: "We are tired of the rhetoric of your people, and every time we make us wait!" How long will we wait, how long will we wait! Isn't it until our anger is worn out by time, our lives have dissipated, and you who are immersed in the glittering world will begin to solve the problem? At that time, I'm afraid you will only leave two cheap tears in your pretend, and then sit back on to your old life! We don't want to wait any longer, we have to rely on our own actions to fight for our own interests! ”

"I'm ......" the fat cop opened his mouth and didn't know what to say, he had no other way to hold the mob down.

"Mr. Sheriff! For God's sake, please let us pass, or let the guys at City Hall come over! Don't waste any more of our time with each other! ”

The conditions of the person in charge were not too harsh, but the fat officer had no ability to get the city hall over, and he didn't even have the ability to let his immediate boss, the Metropolitan Sheriff, look at the current situation.

This group of usually docile mobs has become a beast that only wants to choose people to devour, and the words of intimidation and intimidation on weekdays have now completely lost their effect.

Fuck, even the police aren't afraid anymore, this is no longer ordinary citizens!

Now is no longer the time to hesitate, you must strike hard.

At this critical juncture, the fat officer uncharacteristically gritted his teeth and gave an order: "Bullets are loaded!" ”

The vigilantes and policemen both showed surprised eyes after receiving the order from the fat officer, and at this time, the loaded bullet was tantamount to completely igniting the originally scorching atmosphere.

"These damn bastards want to kill us!"

"Fight with them!"

"Kill this group of government dogs!"

The fat policeman's order pushed the scorching atmosphere to a climax again, and the workers began to become irritable under the stimulation of the scorching atmosphere.

Some workers even stood in the same row as the person in charge to put pressure on the vigilantes and police.

Under this silent pressure, a young man among the vigilantes finally couldn't bear the pressure and pulled the trigger.

Only a "bang" was heard, a wisp of white smoke came out of the muzzle of the smoothbore pistol, and the solid round-headed bullet was pushed out of the chamber by black powder at a very fast speed and fired towards the ranks of workers.

"Ahh

There was a heart-rending cry from the ranks of workers, blood pouring out of the shoulders of one of the front-row workers, who fell to the ground clutching his shoulders in excruciating pain.

This normality, which no one expected, directly turned the conflict between the police and the workers from a civil fight to a military fight.

Almost all the workers looked at the fat cop with resentment.

"Who told you to shoot!" The fat officer shouted angrily as he looked at the vigilante who fired the gun with a murderous gaze.

"I ...... I ......" The vigilante's hand holding the smoothbore pistol trembled, and the fat officer's angry shouting made the vigilante's hands let go of the muskete, and the musket fell to the ground and made a "dull" sound.

"You goddamn lackeys! Go to hell! ”

The injury of one worker caused the workers' group to lose restraint and quickly approach the police force.

From their eyes, you can see resentment and murderous intent.

"Shoot! Shoot! "The fat police officer, who was in a panic, wanted to shoot at the workers again.

“fuck！ You stupid pig! "Jérôme. Bonaparte couldn't help but curse loudly.

Facing the workers, who were only more than ten meters away from him, Jérôme. Decisively abandoned the cumbersome revolver, and chose the Blackthorn Lee cane to counterattack.

Even though he sympathized with the workers in his heart, if he didn't fight back now, the angry workers would tear him to shreds.

"Keep up with me, George!" Jérôme. Bonaparte rushed to George. John yelled, George. John woke up like a dream.

Jérôme holding a Blackthorn cane. Bonaparte loosened the noose that had strangled Hamm and launched a counter-charge against the workers' groups.