Sergeant Potter aggressively led the officers forward, continuing to drive the crowd as he advanced.

"If you don't want to die, get out of here!" The flesh on his face was trembling.

Most of the citizens who watched the bustle chose to flee along both sides of the street.

But there was one person who didn't have any intention of leaving.

He didn't even realize that Sheriff Potter and his cops were behind him, and instead climbed onto a stack of wooden boxes on the side of the street, craned his neck to look in Hawley's direction.

"Hey! Why don't you roll yet? "The first row of police officers has come to the side of the box.

Sheriff Potter stepped forward, ready to pull the short-eyed creature off the box.

His subordinates are faster than him, though.

Two policemen came to the edge of the box and dragged the man off the box.

"Eh, don't pull my clothes!" The man was caught in front of Potter and straightened his clothes.

It can be seen that he is very unhappy that he has been dragged off the box.

Sergeant Potter looked at the man in front of him.

He looked familiar.

"Did I see you somewhere?" The sheriff frowned.

"I interviewed you, Mr. Potter." The man patted his arm again, looked up at Sheriff Potter, and looked up at Sergeant Potter, his expression very arrogant, "My name is Vesto Edu, and I'm a reporter for San Francisco Pravda. ”

"Aren't you the reporter who wrote about Dennis Lace and the scandal in Brannan's house these two days?" Sheriff Potter was impressed by the name.

"It's down there!" Reporter Edu looked proud, "I brought this wave of trend up!" ”

Sheriff Potter had a vague feeling that something wasn't quite right.

This man is a disaster, whoever provokes him is unlucky, and his appearance here must not be a good thing.

"Mr. Reporter, you should go back to your house now, it's very dangerous here!" Potter glanced at him, trying to make his tone sound less rushing.

"Why? Isn't this the United States of America? Am I not a citizen of the United States of America? Don't I have the right to walk around in this country? "Edu doesn't look like he can get in.

"The task of us journalists is to be the first to be in the place where the news happens." The reporter said righteously!

Sergeant Potter took off his police hat and grabbed his fluffy hair.

He was considering whether to have someone forcibly fork it out.

At this time, Duncan and the picket workers had rushed to a distance of about ten meters from the police.

The sheriff's attention temporarily returned from the reporters to the workers.

He put his hat back on.

"You bitches raised you bitches and doing things on my turf, haven't you lived enough?" He walked to the front of the police line and stared at the workers viciously.

"Believe it or not, I tied you all to a post at the entrance of the police station? Well? ”

With almost the city's police behind him, Potter was somewhat emboldened.

Duncan and the members of the workers' pickets did not say a word, but stood face to face with the police, firmly in control of the street at the entrance to the square.

Seeing that the workers did not react, Potter had a sinister smile on his face.

He turned his head and gave the order to the officer behind him:

"Rush over to me and arrest these troublemakers!"

The policemen were just about to rush forward, but they heard Duncan angrily reprimand:

"Which of you has the kind of rush to be the first to try? Isn't it just a gun? Who doesn't have a gun? ”

As he spoke, he lifted his coat and pulled a revolver from his waist.

And the picket workers did the same thing as Duncan.

Each of them had an extra revolver, or even two in their hands.

The pace of the policemen who were preparing to charge came to an abrupt halt.

Most of them, their eyes turned to Sheriff Potter.

Far from being surprised, the sheriff's face was extremely excited.

He rubbed his hands: "Rush, give me charge, I don't believe they dare to shoot!" ”

I was worried that there was no excuse to clean them up.

As long as the other side dares to shoot, he will have a reason to shoot, and he will dare to make them all disappear!

Duncan snorted, his eyes fixed on the policemen standing at the front:

"Do you want to rush up and try it? Well? You'd believe your fat-headed, big-eared boss, and he wasn't the one who got shot anyway, didn't you? ”

Policemen, you look at me, I look at you.

This man is right, it was us who rushed up and got shot, and the fat man named Potter would only play tricks in the back.

With that kind of salary every month, what's the life?!

And, they found that more gun-wielding workers were coming up in the back.

The workers looked very frightened and wanted to eat them alive.

Although they are all revolvers, they can't stand the crowd on the other side, and if they really fight, it's not certain who loses and who wins.

They hesitated, and no one wanted to step forward.

"What are you waiting for? Why don't you hurry up? Potter was a little anxious when he saw that no one was moving.

"The first one to rush up, I will win a hundred dollars privately!" The sheriff gritted his teeth and ordered a bounty.

Under the heavy reward, there will be brave men.

One of the officers was already on the move.

His luck began to play a role.

What if, the other side doesn't shoot? What if the other side shoots and misses yourself? What if, even if the other side hits, it is only a minor injury?

That's a hundred dollars.

Thinking of this, he picked up his gun and stepped away, ready to charge.

At this moment, however, a terrible cry came from behind the workers:

"Raymond! What are you doing? Don't you want to die? ”

A woman in a white dress emerged from the workers and shouted at the policeman who was about to step forward.

The woman, a member of the Feminist League, had followed the procession to the place, and when she heard that there were police outside, she squeezed through the crowd.

When the policeman named Raymond heard the shouting, he involuntarily took two steps back, and when he looked up and saw the woman, the expression on his face froze.

"This lady, please stay back, it's very dangerous here." Duncan held a gun in one hand and waved the woman backwards with the other, motioning for her to stand back.

"Don't shoot! He's my husband! The woman said to Duncan with her arms outstretched in front of the workers' guns.

Duncan and Porter's cheeks shook at the same time.

The woman stood in front of the workers' guns, but also the policemen.

She quickly turned to her husband, the policeman, and shouted at him, "Raymond, these workers are just like us who go to work and get paid, why are we pulling guns at each other?" ”

The woman turned to the policemen with guns again, spread her hands outstretched, and waved desperately: "Are you all fools? Do you never think for yourself? ”

The police looked at each other.

The more Potter looked at it, the more wrong it became, and he immediately shouted loudly: "Shut up! You woman! ”

But no one paid any attention to him.

"I give you respect, ma'am, but I advise you to go back behind us first." Duncan's gun remained unsettled.

The policeman named Raymond took a few steps backwards, and the woman retreated into the workers' phalanx.

The scene was at an impasse, and only the reporter took out a pen and wrote it in his notebook with interest:

"Love can resolve disputes, courage can stop violence"

Sheriff Potter is completely gone.

These officers are temporarily assigned to their own command, if they are forced to do so.

He was afraid that these people would turn against him and hang him from the street lamp.

So the explosion he had been told from above became his only hope.

What about explosions? Why hasn't the explosion come yet?

(End of chapter)