Make France Great Again

"No matter what you say, your actions are a betrayal of the country! The country has nurtured you for so many years, and you treat your motherland like this?"

The fat police officer who was deeply educated by the aristocratic elite scorned the proletariat living at the bottom, believing that their existence was to smear the whole of Britain, and even put on a high profile for the workers who "petitioned".

"Fuckyourmom! You fat dead pig!" Some grumpy workers in the petition crowd couldn't help but utter a classic scolding.

Immediately afterwards, more and more people in the crowd began to greet the fat police officer's family.

Looking at the passionate crowd, Jerome Bonaparte shrugged helplessly. The fat police officer's high face not only did not ease the current tension, but further intensified the conflict. .

The roars of the workers gathered together to form a wave of voices that attacked the fat police officer and his subordinates.

You Dao is pointed by thousands of people, and it will die without a problem.

The sound of nearly 200 slurs condensed to the point where the fat police officer and his policemen were frightened enough.

Facing the menacing workers, the fat police officer couldn't help but took a small step back, hid behind an official police officer, curled up his upper body slightly and shouted sternly: "You better disband where you are now, or else The army will be stationed in London! They will wipe you all out!"

The fat police officer's nonsense remarks once again caused a certain degree of confusion among the workers' groups. The word "army" is a huge violent machine for ordinary people, and they will mercilessly crush the workers with their belts.

"The army?" The head 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 only willing to the city hall, not to launch a A riot! There will be no army coming in! Don't worry, my fellow citizens, he's just bluffing!"

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

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

It seems that the current situation is no longer a problem that the sheriff in his area can resist. Only the officials from 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 fat policeman's attitude has changed from tough to negotiating now. He also wants to prevent this group of workers from entering the West District.

"This gentleman!" The person in charge said impatiently: "We are tired of your rhetoric, and every time we are asked to wait! How long do we have to wait, and how long do we have to wait! Isn't it? Wait until our anger has been worn away by time, our lives have dissipated, and you who are immersed in the world of feasting and feasting will start to solve the problem? At that time, I am afraid that you will only fake two cheap tears, and then sit back on the original 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 God's sake, please let us go, or let those guys from City Hall come over! Don't waste our time with each other!"

The conditions for the person in charge are not harsh, but the fat police officer has no ability to get the city hall to come over, and he doesn't even have the ability to let his immediate superior, the Metropolitan Sheriff, take a look at the current situation.

This group of docile mobs, instigated by people with a heart, turned into beasts that only want to choose and devour them. The usual deterrent and intimidating words are completely useless now.

Damn, I'm not even afraid of the police anymore, this is no longer an ordinary citizen!

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

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

Both the vigilante and the police showed their amazed eyes after receiving the fat police officer's order. At this time, loading the bullets completely ignited the originally scorching atmosphere.

"These **** **** want to kill us!"

"Fight with them!"

"Destroy this bunch of government bastards!"

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

Some workers even stood in the same row with 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.

Hearing the sound of a "bang", a white smoke emerged from the muzzle of the smoothbore pistol~www.readwn.com~ The solid round bullet was pushed out of the barrel of the gun by the black powder at an extremely fast speed and shot towards the workers.

"what!"

There was a heart-wrenching cry from the workers, and blood flowed from the shoulders of a worker in the front row. The worker who was in unbearable pain fell to the ground and covered his shoulders.

This normality, which no one expected, directly turned the conflict between the police and the workers from a literary fight into a military one.

Almost all the workers looked at the fat policeman resentfully.

"Who told you to shoot!" The fat police officer shouted angrily as he watched the shooting vigilante with murderous eyes.

"I...I..." The vigilante's hand holding the smoothbore pistol trembled uncontrollably, and the fat police officer's anger made the vigilante's hands release the smoothbore pistol, and the smoothbore pistol fell to the ground and issued a "dull" the sound of.

"You **** lackeys! Go to hell!"

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

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

"Shoot! Shoot!" The fat police officer Zhang Huang was at a loss wanted to shoot the workers again.

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

Facing the worker who was only more than ten meters away from him, Jerome decisively gave up the cumbersome revolver and chose a black thorn cane to fight back.

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

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

Jérôme Bonaparte, holding a blackthorn cane, loosened the noose that restrained Hamm, and launched a counter-charge at the workers' group.