"No matter what you say, your behavior is 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 well educated by the aristocratic elite, despised this group of proletarians living at the bottom from the bottom of his heart. He believed that their existence was to discredit the whole of Britain. He even showed a condescending face towards the "petition" workers.
"Fu! You fat pig!" some grumpy workers among the petitioners couldn't help but utter a classic Chinese curse.
Immediately afterwards, more and more people in the crowd began to greet the fat police officer’s family.
Looking at the passionate crowd, Jérôme Bonaparte shrugged helplessly. The fat police officer's condescending expression not only failed to ease the current tense atmosphere, but also further intensified the contradiction. It was simply a model of failure in success and failure in success.
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The workers' curses gathered together to form a wave of sound that attacked the fat police officer and his subordinates.
There is a way that thousands of people can point to, and it will end without any illness.
The sound of nearly 200 curses clearly frightened the fat police officer and his police officers.
Facing the menacing workers, the fat police officer couldn't help but take a small step back, hiding behind a formal police officer, curling up his upper body slightly and shouting fiercely: "You'd better disperse where you are now, otherwise
If so, the army will be stationed in London! They will wipe out all of you!"
The fat police officer's nonsense words once again caused a certain degree of chaos in the workers' group. To ordinary people, the word "army" is a huge violent machine that will crush workers even to their bones without mercy.
"Army?" the person in charge of the backbone of the workers said slowly: "According to the Police Act enacted by Minister Peel in 1829, the army will not be stationed under normal circumstances! We are just making a request to the city hall, not to launch a war.
A riot! No troops will come in at all! Compatriots, don’t worry, he is just bluffing!”
The words of the person in charge obviously gave the workers' groups confidence, and some workers who had wanted to withdraw from the petition when they heard about the arrival of the army cheered up again.
"You damn guy!" the fat police officer whispered angrily at the person in charge of organizing the workers' petition.
The current situation seems to be no longer something that the police chief in his area can deal with. Only the officials in City Hall and even the ministers in Downing Street can solve it.
"As long as you go back honestly, I will report your petition to the city hall. Go back!"
The fat policeman's attitude changed from tough to negotiation. He also wanted to prevent this group of workers from entering the West District.
"Sir!" the person in charge said impatiently: "We are tired of your rhetoric. Every time you ask us to wait! How long do we have to wait? How long do we have to wait? Right?
When our anger has been wiped out by time and our lives have dissipated, will you, immersed in the world of feasting and feasting, start to solve the problem? By then, I am afraid you will only leave two cheap tears in a hypocritical manner, and then sit down again.
Life! We don’t want to wait any longer, we have to rely on our own actions to fight for our own interests!”
"I..." The fat policeman opened his mouth and didn't know what to say. He had no other way to hold back the mob.
"Mr. Sheriff! For the sake of God, please let us pass, or let those guys from the city hall come over! Don't waste our mutual time anymore!"
The conditions for the person in charge were not too harsh, but the fat police officer had no ability to ask the city hall to come over. He didn't even have the ability to ask his immediate superior, the Metropolitan Police Chief, to take a look at the current situation.
This usually docile mob, under the instigation of thoughtful people, has turned into a beast that only wants to devour people. The usual words of intimidation and threats have now completely lost their effect.
Damn it, even the police are not afraid anymore, these are no longer ordinary citizens!
Now is no longer the time to hesitate, we must strike hard.
At this critical moment, the fat police officer gritted his teeth uncharacteristically and issued the order: "Load the bullets!"
The vigilantes and policemen all looked in shock after receiving the fat police officer's order. At this time, loading bullets completely ignited the originally hot atmosphere.
"These damn bastards want to kill us!"
"Fight them!"
"Kill these government scoundrels!"
The fat policeman's order pushed the hot atmosphere to a climax again, and the workers began to become violent under the stimulation of the hot 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.
Just a "bang" sound was heard, a plume of white smoke came out of the muzzle of the smoothbore pistol, and the solid round-head bullet was pushed out of the barrel of the gun with black powder at an extremely fast speed and shot toward the workers.
"ah!"
A heart-wrenching cry came from the worker team, and blood flowed from the shoulder of a worker in the front row. The worker in unbearable pain fell to the ground and covered his shoulder.
This normal situation that no one expected directly turned the conflict between the police and workers from a civil fight into a violent fight.
Almost all the workers looked at the fat policeman with resentment.
"Who told you to shoot!" the fat police officer looked at the vigilante who fired with murderous eyes and shouted angrily.
"I...I..." The vigilante's hand holding the smoothbore pistol couldn't help trembling. The fat police officer's angry shout made the vigilante's hands let go of the smoothbore pistol, and the smoothbore pistol fell to the ground with a "depressing" sound.
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"You damn lackeys! Go to hell!"
The injury of a worker directly caused the workers' group to lose restraint and quickly approached the police team.
Resentment and murderous intent can be seen in their eyes.
"Shoot! Shoot!" The panicked fat police officer wanted to shoot the workers again.
"Fuck! You stupid pig!" Jérôme Bonaparte couldn't help shouting angrily.
Facing the workers who were only more than ten meters away from him, Jérôme decisively abandoned the cumbersome revolver and chose a blackthorn cane to fight back.
Even though he sympathized with the workers in his heart, if he didn't fight back now, the angry workers would tear him into pieces.
"Follow me, George!" Jerome Bonaparte shouted at George John, and George John woke up as if from a dream.
Jérôme Bonaparte, holding a blackthorn cane, released the noose holding Hamm and launched a counterattack against the workers' group.