At this time in the square, Hawley's speech had come to an end.

A union official crowded to the caravan and waved at him.

Hawley walked to the edge of the caravan and bent over.

The clerk whispered something to Hawley.

Hawley's face became more serious after hearing this.

He straightened up, returned to the middle of the caravan, and continued his speech:

"Ladies and gentlemen! Farmer brothers! Come and support our women sisters! And the citizens in the square with a sense of justice! I am very grateful to you for joining us in this unprecedented demonstration. ”

Hawley looked around at the audience who were looking up at him, and said in an accentuated tone:

"But just now, we just went through a crisis, and some people want our lives!"

This sentence is like a bomb thrown into a pool.

The crowd began to boil.

The crowd began to discuss.

Then they discovered that Hawley had jumped out of the caravan and was replaced by another person.

He was known to the Knights of Labor, his name was Bowen, and he was one of Hawley's right-hand men.

But I don't know why, as the most active person in the world, he didn't show up in the parade when the team set off this morning, and I don't know where he came out until now.

Bowen boarded the caravan and did something that everyone didn't expect.

He bowed deeply to everyone.

"I apologize to everyone, I almost led everyone into the abyss!"

This sentence made the people present even more confused.

Apologize? What apologies?

"I was tricked by a Pinkerton detective into stealing a bomb from a California dynamite factory to take revenge on the cops! But they did not know the enemy's plan. ”

Bowen pointed in the direction of the police.

"They had already received the order to shoot back as soon as the bombs were dropped on my side! Then they will arrest and kill us for murder or treason! ”

His voice was loud and resounded throughout the square.

There was silence in the square.

There was a cold sweat behind everyone's backs.

Everyone understands what that means.

Not to mention whether the bomb would cause accidental damage.

If the policemen were given a reason to fight back, there would have been a fierce exchange of fire on both sides, even if there were pickets.

At that time, the square will really be a river of blood.

Bowen's words were heard not only by the people who participated in the march in the square, but also by the police officers who were confronting the workers' pickets.

The officers were indeed instructed to shoot when they heard the explosion.

It turns out that this explosion was deliberately arranged?!

The target of the emotional explosion is not someone else, but yourself?

The eyes of the police officers turned to Sheriff Potter, who was still scolding the street just now.

"What do you guys think, pig brain? Do you think it's possible? Sergeant Potter pretended to be confused, "Are we crazy that we arranged for bombs to blow up our own people?" ”

Although his tone was conclusive, the twinkling eyes betrayed him.

At the same time, the next message from the square made Sheriff Potter himself unable to hold back.

Heilman was pushed into the caravan.

His hands hung in front of him, securely bound by ropes.

"That's him!" Bowen, who had already gotten out of the caravan, pointed at Heilman, "The lackeys of capitalists and politicians!" ”

Heilman's gaze swept coldly towards Bowen.

He really didn't know how this person had the face to say that he was here to bewitch him.

He didn't say a word, and his gaze as he looked at the people around him was full of disdain.

The gaze infuriated the people around him.

They cursed and spat at Heilman.

As a private detective who has been famous for a long time, this old man thinks of many of his endings, but none of them are this kind of being scolded by thousands of people.

"Just ten minutes ago, he was trying to carry out their plan by killing Sheriff Potter in his second-floor apartment! But it was discovered and stopped by our people! ”

Hearing this, Sheriff Potter's face had turned the color of pig liver.

He jerked his head up, searched the buildings around him, and soon saw the open window.

All the windows on the second floor of this street were closed because of the parade, but the windows of this apartment were open!

Sergeant Potter hurriedly ordered someone to go to the apartment and have a look.

The officers who had gone to search soon returned, and their findings shocked the sheriff.

There is indeed a dismantled Colt revolver on the floor!

"Don't stop me, I'm going to kill him!" The sheriff angrily threw his hat on the ground and walked briskly forward again, intending to settle accounts with Heilman.

Duncan and his workers, however, remained unmoved.

"Sheriff Potter, I advise you to calm down, it's not good to be so impulsive." The barrel of the revolver in Duncan's hand shook twice, "Heilman is our trophy now. ”

"What's yours and mine?! I am the enemy of your enemy! It's an ally! Get out of the way, I'm going to settle accounts with him! ”

Sheriff Potter was nowhere to be seen, and in his rage, he seemed to have forgotten his position and duties as a San Francisco police detective.

"I'm sorry, I'll shoot if you take one step further!" Duncan toggled the revolver's hammer.

He was reluctant to believe the man in front of him, preferring to keep him and his police officers out of the square.

At this time, Hawley's voice came from the square again:

"Ladies and gentlemen, at this moment, the initiators of all this, those politicians and capitalists, are standing on the platform of some bell tower not far away! Look at this side of the square! ”

Everyone in the square woke up like a dream.

They all turned their heads and looked at the bell tower in the distance.

It was the highest point of the piece.

There, sure enough, the crowd noticed that there were quite a few people standing on it.

"These shameless people think they can look down on us, treat our demonstrations as a pastime like watching a play, and make irresponsible remarks about us!"

Hawley's words were inflammatory, but what he didn't expect was that the first to act was the police.

Someone had already picked up a gun and rushed in the direction of the tower.

The police also get paid, and if they are sold, they will mutiny!

"Kill these bastards, damn it, Lao Tzu worked for him, and he actually wanted to kill me." Sheriff Potter also raised his hat and raised his arms and shouted, "Rush! ”

He now desperately wants them to forget that he didn't report it.

However, none of the officers paid any attention to him.

They didn't even raise their heads to look at him, they passed him straight by, completely ignoring him.

This was very embarrassing for Potter.

He thought about it, but still rushed after his subordinates towards the bell tower.

Workers in the workers' pickets followed, followed by angry marchers.

They changed from the rear to the front, and rushed in the direction of the bell tower like a tidal wave.

At this moment, the governor and those capitalists, who were still watching from the bell tower, were dumbfounded.

The governor was the quickest to respond.

When he saw the crowd start to surge, he knew something was going to happen.

"Quick, go and inform the militia outside the city that there is an armed riot in San Francisco, let them enter the town immediately and suppress it!" The governor said to one of his retinue, "Kill the deserved!" Catch it! Empty their magazines! ”

"I don't agree, my daughter is still in the square!" The mayor was anxious and protested the governor's actions.

"Good luck then, and hopefully those mobs will recognize you as the lady's father when they beat you!"

Governor Stoneman glanced at the mayor with a sneer as he walked briskly towards the staircase.

It is imperative to evacuate as soon as possible, otherwise this gang will be caught and at least half a life will be lost.

At the top of the stairs, he saw Chen Jianqiu, who was squatting on the ground and bored to pick the floor to play.

The governor did not speak, but passed directly past him, and walked briskly downstairs with his entourage.

Chen Jianqiu stood up, patted the ash on his hands, and looked at the mayors and capitalists who had not yet fully understood the situation.

He laughed:

"Friends, if you don't run now, you won't have a chance to run!"

With that, he quickly turned, and in a few steps stepped into the stairwell beside him, and the second rushed downstairs.

(End of chapter)