"Compatriots, please believe me, the economy of the British Empire needs to be reformed, the policies need to be reformed, and the inhabitants of the colonies are also human beings and not slaves, as long as they can bring positive effects to our country, they are qualified British citizens and deserve equal treatment~!"

Williams, dressed in military uniform, stood on the high steps and gave an impassioned speech to the crowd below.

The girls were full of indignation, while the low- and middle-income people shouted loudly.

On the outside of the crowd, the policemen looked nervously from side to side, for fear that something would go wrong with the big man in the process of their duty.

At this moment, however, at the same time as Williams was giving a passionate speech, a gunshot rang out from nowhere, and the handsome, fraternal, and respected young earl fell in response, and the crowd was suddenly like ants in a frying pan.

[Shocked! The battle hero of the Empire, the young Earl Williams Herbert, was tragically shot in the middle of his speech, and his life and death are unknown! This is a blatant violation and desecration of the laws of the British Empire, and the people will not agree to it, let alone condone it! The person in charge of Scotland Yard should resign because of this, and give us a clear picture to find out the murderer! 】

The front page of The Times was dominated by a large report and photographs.

The news of the shooting of rising political star Williams Herbert during his speech swept through the Commonwealth like a hurricane.

The media rushed to report that the whole Commonwealth seemed to be boiling over the whole Commonwealth, as people marched into the streets and girls went into churches to pray for the young earl of the British army.

"We want Earl Herbert~~~ Don't be a gangster~~~ Scotland field corpse vegetarian meal, we must find out the murderer, and give the earl a fair ~~~!"

"Hand over the murderer~~~ Give me justice~~~"

"Don't be gangsters, we want peace, we don't want bureaucrats, we want to live ~~~"

The marching crowd, holding headlines and shouting slogans, walked up and down the streets of London, and the number of people increased exponentially.

According to incomplete statistics, the crowd of marchers caused by this incident has exceeded 80,000 in just three hours.

As the former subordinates of the hero Williams, the Chinese workers of C13 naturally participated in this parade.

They took the opportunity to take to the streets and tell everyone a short story about the heroic deeds of the commander on the battlefield, and to tell everyone about the injustice suffered by the commander's former subordinates, to see who was behind the troubles and who dared to oppose the people.

As for Williams Herbert, the protagonist at the center of the whirlpool of this incident, he is in the single intensive care unit of St. George's Hospital at the moment, drinking tea and playing chess with Zhou Yu.

"Bruce, what's going on out there right now? Even if I stay in the ward, I can hear the neat shouting in the distance, I read the newspaper, those battle exploits are obviously not mine, why are you all pressed on my head? ”

Williams blushed a little and pointed to the newspaper, because he knew best in his heart who had made the victories, the credits.

Zhou Yu put down the teacup and comforted with a smile: "It doesn't matter who did it, the important thing is that everyone thinks that you did it, you are their hero, and the hero was shot just for the benefit of the people, you deserve to be treated fairly." ”

Williams glanced at his bandaged right arm and shook his head with a wry smile.

"Bruce, I have to say that you are too ruthless in this move, assassinating yourself to create public opinion, how did you come up with it? Not to mention, the parliament is now arguing, and the younger generation who support me is arguing with reason, and those old aristocrats have also chosen to give in at the right time and hand over more parliamentary shares. ”

"Our true purpose has not yet been achieved, and now is not the time to be happy, and you should press Scotland Yard in the name of Council to begin cleaning up the gangsters in London's underground neighborhoods......

And the primary targets, I think the Richardson Brotherhood in the South Side and the Clay Brotherhood in the East Side are the most harmful.

As long as they can make corresponding achievements this time, even if they have the support of big people behind them, they will not dare to protect them anymore, because this is the will of the people, and those who work against the will will will be torn to pieces and drowned in the dust. ”

Zhou Yu said this, replaced a chess piece in his hand with the queen in front of Williams, leaned back and said, "General, you lost." ”

"Oh~~~ Hell, I've lost three times in a row, and I can't go down, what else are you not good at?"

Williams, with a thick bandage on his shoulder, used his injured arm to knock all the pieces on the chessboard down, and Pang Ruo pulled out his beloved heather pipe.

At this time, Zhou Yu stretched out his hand and nodded: "Our hero earl, pay attention to your injuries, and also, this is a hospital, and smoking is prohibited." ”

Williams was stunned for a moment, realizing that he almost got into a goof, but luckily there were no outsiders here.

"My dear Bruce, when will I be discharged? Every day in the hospital, I'm going crazy. ”

Yes, Williams was not shot at all, and the gunman at that time was also pretending to be a Chinese worker who blended into the crowd, which was the prelude to Zhou Yu's counterattack against those who had hurt them.

Fighting, killing and killing is not what I want, crying and crying is not the style of the masters, Zhou Yu feels that since the other party has formed a grudge with him, he should completely uproot it.

The so-called murderous heart, he not only wants to eliminate those gangsters, but also uproot the forces behind them.

"Hell...... What the hell! Are all the cops in Scotland Yard stupid? Why are you holding on to us? Who the hell sent that damn gunslinger? If you want to kill the leader of the Chinese workers, why kill the war hero? ”

In a club that was not open during the day, Phil Richardson paced back and forth in the room, the cigar smoke in his mouth burning inch by inch, making the whole room smoky.

The elder brother, Taylor Richardson, sat on the couch without saying a word, clasped his hands on his knees, and his eyes were cold, as if he was thinking about something.

"Phil, don't walk around there, contact Sir Grant, and we're going to see the gentleman for himself, and explain the matter clearly, so that he knows that we didn't do it."

"Explain? How to explain it? Grant's old bastard doesn't answer my calls anymore! Sending people to deliver letters was also turned away, and London now seems to be full of police, my club has been closed for days, so many people want to eat and drink, and the money sent down is not a small amount! ”

Taylor Richardson exhaled softly, raised his hand and said, "Who did you say would be behind this?" ”

Phil, with his messy beard, rolled his eyes and bared his big gold tooth and said, "How the do I know who did it?" I didn't do it anyway! That young earl is in the limelight, there are his people in the army and the council, and he also has the support of those common people, and the people who want to deal with him are also from the upper echelons, from which nobles! After all, some of the policies he advocated have touched the cake of some people. ”

"It's not like ...... If the nobles really wanted to move him, they wouldn't just send a gunman......"

Phil stopped pacing back and forth, put down half of his cigar and said, "You mean that the man who shot him had another purpose?" ”

Taylor stood up and shook his head a little irritably, he just had this kind of guess, and he didn't have a clue what the actual thing was.

"Ignore that for now, and then write to that gentleman and call, without his support our club would still not be able to operate, in that case the younger brother would probably have fled."

"Hell...... Hell alive it! I'm sending someone...... No, I'll go myself! ”

Phil slammed his cigar into the ashtray, picked up his hat and coat behind the door and rushed out of the club.

However, not long after the Golden Tooth Filler and his three younger brothers walked out of the club, he vaguely realized that he was always being watched by a seemingly non-existent gaze, and that feeling made him can't help but feel cold down his spine and suspicious.

"Who the? There is a kind of standing in front of Lao Tzu, don't be sneaky! ”

Although he cursed in his mouth, he couldn't help but speed up his pace.