Make France Great Again

Just when Jerome Bonaparte was about to lead Hamm to the cafe to find out, a pair of white arms blocked Jerome Bonaparte's direction, Jerome Bonaparte looked There was doubt in the eyes of the owner of the arm.

The owner of the arm is a young man wearing a light blue Flacque jacket and jeans. Holding an old musket, he said to Jerome with a stern expression: "Sir, you can't go any further! God knows, Will the mob do anything to a gentleman like you!"

Only then did Jerome Bonaparte remember that Britain was at the climax of the Chartist Movement in 1848. That movement almost overturned the British royal family, and the movement lasted until 1851.

"Huh?" Jerome Bonaparte thanked the young man. He didn't want to be involved in this political turmoil. Every major political turmoil means a large-scale conflict. Sometimes the conflict is too intense. Under such circumstances, it will lead to bloody conflicts, either his own blood or the blood of the enemy. He doesn't want to splatter three steps in Britain. Now he just wants to return to France safely.

Seeing Jérôme Bonaparte give up the idea of ​​moving on, the young man took a look at Jerome Bonaparte's attire and introduced himself enthusiastically: "I am George John who lives in Picardio Avenue. May I ask who you are?"

"Jerome Stalin!" Jerome Bonaparte, who was wary of the Ansa people in his heart, made up a name full of wickedness.

"Mr. Stalin!" George John solemnly called Jerome Bonaparte Mr. Stalin, which made Jerome laugh out loud.

I don't know if the loving father in the future will directly eradicate me if he knows that I use his name!

After Jerome Bonaparte complained silently in his heart, his smile quickly disappeared and his expression became more serious.

"That...Mr. Stalin! Why are you laughing?" George John wondered.

"I think of happy things! Go on!" Jerome Bonaparte said to Georges John.

"That Mr. Stalin, I wonder if you are interested in joining our team!" George John tentatively asked.

"Your team?" Jérôme Bonaparte looked George John up and down. Judging from his movements and standing posture, the one in front of him is most likely a community vigilante, and he doesn't need money.

"That's right!" Jerome Bonaparte, who was beaming with joy, told George John about the "benefits" of community vigilantes, such as being able to legally accept "donations" and "zero-dollar purchases" for the poor. Under the circumstances, it can be transferred to the regular establishment of the British Police.

To put it bluntly, he is a temporary worker who does not need money. If there is an accident, the temporary worker will solve it, and the temporary worker will be responsible for the accident. The credit is all due to the good leadership of the British police.

The treatment is not even as good as the National Guard in France next door.

"Then what is your position?" Jerome Bonaparte asked.

"I was appointed as the captain of the Vigilante Squad in Picardio Avenue!" George John said to Jerome Bonaparte with a beaming eyebrow. Looking at his appearance, I didn't know that he was appointed as the minister of a certain department by the Prime Minister of the Cabinet. .

It is a good thing for young people to have passion, but sometimes they are often unlucky because of their passion.

Jerome, who claims to have experienced a hot-blooded period, never dissuaded this "young man" (George John's youth is not much younger than Jerome Bonaparte), only if he suffers a little, he will understand the world Not everything is good for you.

"I..." Jerome Bonaparte had just opened his mouth to express his refusal to George John, when a shout came from the direction of the cafe, "We want bread", "We want jobs", "We want universal suffrage", " We want democracy,"!

Immediately afterwards, the workers who gathered in the cafe followed suit.

Although they don't understand what democracy and universal suffrage are, they heard from those big figures (Chartists) that as long as universal suffrage and democracy are realized, there will be bread and jobs.

"Go! Let's go to the city hall to petition!"

After someone in the crowd suddenly said "petition", the voices of "petition" came one after another, and the workers with herd mentality also followed them and shouted "petition".

The person in charge of organizing this "lecture" also did not expect that the "people" would support them (referring to the Chartists) so "enthusiastically". He was as vigorous as a general commanding thousands of troops.

Seeing him jump off the podium made of two wooden boxes, everyone subconsciously made way for the person in charge.

A mighty "petition" troop. The rear team becomes the front team and moves towards the London City Hall. The Chartist representative walks in the front of the team. Behind him are unemployed workers and the elite class forced to fall into the proletariat .

Jerome Bonaparte was where the petitioning force was about to arrive.

Almost all the vigilantes and special police (they are also temporary workers in Britain, take care of their own weapons, and take responsibility for accidents.) are on standby.

The scene became a little anxious for a while. In this atmosphere, Jerome Bonaparte could even hear the sound of a policeman 3 meters away from him spitting.

"Dude! Looks like we're in trouble!" George John's voice trembled slightly. This was his first time facing a petitioning force. In the past, he had only heard it from his neighbors.

"I think so too!" Jerome Bonaparte expressed his agreement with deep sympathy, and Hamm, who was held by Jerome, also bared his teeth and yelled twice.

Seeing that the parade was getting closer, Jerome Bonaparte wanted to leave. He didn't want to be involved in this political whirlpool.

Just as Jerome Bonaparte was about to turn around and leave, George John grabbed Jerome Bonaparte's cuff: "George!"

"Mr. Stalin, you can't go!" George John begged and looked at Jerome Bonaparte.

"Damn it! I'm not a vigilante! I have no obligation to help the government suppress them!" Jerome Bonaparte said to George John, holding back his anger.

"Mr. Stalin, look around!" George John pointed to the surrounding vigilantes and whispered in Jerome Bonaparte's ear: "If you leave rashly, the entire team may collapse! If you track it down at that time, you will be sent to a military court!"

Jerome Bonaparte laughed angrily, "I'm just an innocent passer-by, how do you treat a foreign friend like this?"

"Sir, this is Britain!" George John also responded helplessly.

"The United Kingdom of sons of a bitch!" Jerome Bonaparte cursed in a low voice.