Jérôme, who took the person in charge of the petition hostage and rushed out of the encirclement. Bonaparte was soon supported by vigilantes and regular police from outside the encirclement, and they were able to stop Jérôme with blunt weapons and smoothbore pistols. Bonaparte's face.

The workers did not dare to step forward after seeing the person in charge being kidnapped, for fear of Jérôme. Bonaparte killed the respected gentleman.

"Let go of Mr. McGrades! You dog mongrel! ”

The radical workers shouted for Jérôme to let go, but Jérôme turned a deaf ear, and he looked curiously at the bespectacled, good-looking person in charge of the "unrest" and asked, "Are you McGregory?" The person in charge of this strike? ”

[McGree: Member of the Executive Committee of the Chartist Association]

The Chartist "petitioner" leader named McGree maintained his demeanor even though he was "under siege." Bonaparte said in an impassioned voice: "Sir, the purpose of our strike is only to fight for our rightful rights!" Is it wrong for us to pursue our rights? Is it wrong for us to pursue our own happiness? We work 15 or 16 hours a day, isn't that hard enough? ”

McGraise's speech made Jérôme. Bonaparte was silent, his deep desire to stand with MacGrah, and indeed with the workers of the world.

Because he thrived under the red flag "from a young age", but from the ass he could never go too close to them.

The power of the workers was too weak in the 19th century, and the proletarians were denied the right to speak in an era of aristocratic and new bourgeoisie.

Jérôme knew that even if he stood with the workers, the end result would be one more exile or be killed in an uprising.

Compared to Jérôme. Bonaparte's "fine division", the fat sheriff apparently completely degenerated into a complete bourgeois executioner.

Seeing that the workers who threw the rat trap did not dare to come forward, the fat sheriff changed his timid and cautious attitude again, he stood tall in front of McGregory and spat on his toes, and said contemptuously: "You are just a bunch of garbage and pigs! The purpose of your existence is ......"

Before the fat sheriff finished humiliating McGregory, his face was full of irritated Jérôme. Bonaparte forcefully interrupted the fat sheriff: "Shut up! Mr. Fool! ”

The fat sheriff's voice stopped abruptly, and with a hint of anger on his face, he pointed at Jérôme. Bonaparte shouted, "You are the vigilante of that area who is yelling at me, do you know that I can let you in too?" ”

The arrogant words of the fat sheriff made the originally irritable Jérôme. Bonaparte became even more irritable, he took out his gun and pointed it at the fat sheriff's feet and pulled the trigger, only to hear a "bang", white smoke appeared at the muzzle of the revolver, and the smoke was filled with the smell of choking gunpowder, and a small hole also appeared under the fat sheriff's feet.

The sudden change made the fat sheriff unable to react at all and it was over, and the fat sheriff, whose voice trembled from fright, pointed at Jérôme. Bonaparte: "You fellow! ”

"Idiot! I've silenced you! "Jérôme. Bonaparte did not show any affection for the fool in front of him, and the anger of the workers grew, and they were not afraid that they would rush directly to him, and Jérôme did not want to accompany the foolish sheriff to his death.

The clash between Jérôme and the fat sheriff eased the tension, and the workers looked at the police officers in confusion.

Several regular members of the police force also showed gloating smiles, and a stupid boss was a nightmare for everyone.

"Mr. McGregory!" Jérôme. Bonaparte didn't care about the fat sheriff's almost murderous eyes, but turned to the "prisoner" in a consultative tone: "Can you let those worker brothers go back first?" ”

brothers

It's been a long time since MacGrace heard the word "brother," and the vast majority of decent people see workers as pariahs at the bottom.

McGregory looked at Jérôme curiously. Bonaparte said, "Allow me to refuse, this gentleman!" Even if you kill me today, they won't leave! Only if the government agrees to our conditions! ”

Jérôme. Bonaparte shrugged his shoulders and said, "Mr. McGree, trust me! The Government of the United Kingdom will not agree to your terms, they will only treat you as thugs and arrest you all! ”

"We resist! We strike! We want to show them our determination! McGree said with a high spirit.

"It's useless! Strikes won't solve the problem! Capital can be alienated into tools, and for factory owners, tools can be replaced if they are useless! "Jérôme. Bonaparte pointed to the workers standing across from them and said, "Can the factory owners accept the loss of short-term profits?" ”

The workers in Britain work very hard every day, and indeed they can only maintain a level where a family of three does not starve to death.

They can only struggle on the premise of maintaining food and clothing, and those who are dying of hunger are not qualified to fight!

"If I were them, I would unite all the factory owners in London, and then blacklist all those who disobey! What will you do then? "Jérôme. Bonaparte continued to ask.

"I ......" McGree was dumbfounded, and he, who was able to organize a strike, did not think about such issues at all.

"You have organized a strike with all your blood, but you can't end it! If workers lose their jobs because of a strike, what difference do you have from the UK government? "Jérôme. Bonaparte continued to output to McGregory.

"We want to overthrow the bourgeoisie and seize our rights!" McGree's tone was somewhat lacking.

"By what overthrow? What do you have? What are your foundations? What do you want to unite with? Jérôme asked a barrage of questions.

McGregory was even more speechless, and he suddenly felt that the guy in front of him seemed to know more about the revolution than he did.

……

"Reinforcements are coming!"

The policeman who had been sent by Sheriff Fat to seek reinforcements returned breathlessly and shouted, and behind him was a force of more than 200 vigilantes and policemen.

"Looks like you can't run away!" Jérôme. Bonaparte spread his hands and said to MacGras.

Reinforcements of vigilantes and police forces worked together to arrest and jail all the workers.

McGregory, an advocate, was also arrested and imprisoned.

Surprisingly, Jérôme, who was originally the "savior of the police". Bonaparte was also arrested.