Make France Great Again

"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 educated by the aristocratic elite, despises this group of proletarians living at the bottom from the bottom of his heart, thinking that their existence is to discredit the whole of Britain, and even puts on a condescending face towards the "petition" workers.

"Fuck your mom! You fat pig!" Some grumpy workers in the petition crowd couldn't help but utter a classic national 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 face not only did not ease the current tense atmosphere, but intensified the conflict. .

The angry curses of the workers gathered together and formed a sound wave, attacking the fat police officer and his subordinates.

Youdao is the point of view of thousands of people, and it ends without illness.

The sound of nearly 200 verbal abuse obviously frightened the fat police officer and the policemen under him enough.

Facing the menacing workers, the fat police officer couldn't help but took a small step back, hid behind a regular police officer, slightly curled up his upper body and yelled fiercely: "You guys better disband now, otherwise If you don't, the army will be stationed in London! They will wipe you all out!"

The nonsense words of the fat police officer once again caused a certain degree of confusion in the workers' group. To ordinary people, the word army is a huge violent machine. They will crush the workers mercilessly.

"Army?" The person in charge of the workers' backbone 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 petitioning the city hall, not launching a campaign A riot! There will be no troops coming in at all! Don't worry, fellow citizens, he's just bluffing!"

The person in charge's words obviously gave the workers' group confidence, and some workers who wanted to withdraw from the petition when they heard that the army was stationed cheered up again.

"You damn bastard!" The fat police officer scolded the person in charge of organizing workers' petitions in a low voice.

The current situation seems to be no longer a problem that the police chief in his area can resist. Only the officials in the 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 attitude of the fat policeman has changed from being tough to negotiating now, and he also wants to prevent this group of workers from entering the West End.

"This gentleman!" The person in charge said impatiently: "We are already tired of your people's rhetoric, every time you tell us to wait! How long do we have to wait, how long do we have to wait! Isn't it true? Wait until our anger is obliterated by time, our lives dissipate, and you who are immersed in the world of feasting and debauchery start to solve the problem? At that time, I am afraid that you will only leave two cheap tears in hypocrisy, and then sit back in the original position. Live! 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 God's sake, please let us go, or let those guys from City Hall come over! Stop wasting our each other's time!"

The person in charge's conditions are not harsh, but the fat police officer has no ability to let the city hall come over, and he even has no ability to let his direct supervisor, the Metropolitan Sheriff, look at the current situation.

This group of usually docile mobs, under the instigation of those with a heart, turned into a wild beast that only wanted to choose and eat.

It's completely useless now.

Damn, even the police are not afraid, this is not an ordinary citizen anymore!

Now is not the time to hesitate, you must strike hard.

At this critical juncture, the fat police officer gritted his teeth uncharacteristically and gave the order: "Load the bullet!"

The vigilantes and the police all showed surprise eyes after receiving the order from the fat police officer. At this time, loading the bullets was tantamount to completely igniting the already scorching atmosphere.

"These bloody bastards want to kill us!"

"Fight with them!"

"Fuck these government bastards to death!"

The order of the fat policeman pushed the scorching atmosphere to a climax again, and the workers began to become irritable under the stimulation of the scorching atmosphere.

Some workers even stood in the same row as the supervisors to put pressure on the vigilantes and the police.

Under such silent pressure, a young man among the vigilantes finally couldn't bear the pressure and pulled the trigger.

There was only a "bang" gunshot, and a wisp of white smoke came out of the muzzle of the smoothbore pistol. The solid round bullet was pushed out of the barrel by the black powder at an extremely fast speed and shot towards the workers' team.

"ah!"

There was a heart-piercing cry from the workers' ranks, and blood flowed from the shoulder of a worker in the front row, and the worker fell to the ground and clutched his shoulder in unbearable pain.

This normality, which no one expected, directly changed the conflict between the police and workers from a literary fight to a violent one.

Almost all the workers stared at the fat policeman resentfully.

"Who told you to shoot!" The fat police officer yelled angrily at the vigilante who shot with murderous eyes.

"I...I..." The vigilante's hand holding the musket was trembling uncontrollably, and the fat police officer's shout made the vigilante let go of the musket, and the musket fell to the ground with a "dumb" sound. the sound of.

"You bloody lackeys! Go to hell!"

The injury of a worker directly caused the workers' group to lose restraint, and they quickly approached the police team.

From their eyes, one can see resentment and killing intent.

"Shoot! Shoot!" The flustered fat police officer wanted to shoot the workers again.

"Fuck! You stupid pig!" Jerome Bonaparte couldn't help cursing loudly.

Facing the workers who were only more than ten meters away from him, Jerome decisively abandoned the revolver, which was cumbersome to load, and chose the blackthorn cane to fight back.

Even though he sympathized with the workers in his heart, if he didn't fight back right now, the furious workers would tear him to pieces.

"Follow me, George!" Jerome Bonaparte yelled at George John, and George John just woke up like a dream.

Jerome Bonaparte, holding a blackthorn cane, let go of the noose that restrained Hamm, and launched a counter-charge at the workers' group.