Chapter 31： son of a **** britain

Just as 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 The eyes of the owner of the arm revealed doubts.

The owner of the arm was a young man in a light blue flack coat and jeans, holding an old musket, and he said to Jerome with a grim expression: "Sir, you can't go any further! God knows, Will that mob do anything to a gentleman like you!"

Only then did Jerome Bonaparte remember that in 1848 Britain was at the climax of the Charter Movement, which almost overturned the British royal family, and the movement continued until 1851 before it stopped.

"Huh?" Jerome Bonaparte thanked the youth. He didn't want to be involved in this political turmoil. Every major political turmoil meant a large-scale conflict. Sometimes the conflict was too intense. In this case, it would lead to a **** conflict, either his own blood or the enemy's blood. He didn't want to splash three steps in Britain, and now he just wanted to return to France safely.

Seeing that Jerome Bonaparte gave up the idea of ​​moving forward, the young man glanced at Jerome Bonaparte's costume and introduced himself enthusiastically: "I'm George John who lives in Piccadio, may I ask who you are?"

"Jerome Stalin!" Jerome Bonaparte, who was wary of the Ansar people, made a nonsense name full of bad taste.

"Mr. Stalin!" George John seriously addressed Jerome Bonaparte as Mr. Stalin, which made Jerome couldn't help laughing.

I don't know if the loving father in the future knows if I use his name and will directly slay me!

Jerome Bonaparte silently complained in his heart, then his face quickly faded into a smile and his expression became more serious.

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

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

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

"Your team?" Jerome Bonaparte looked at George John up and down. Judging from his movements and standing, the person in front of him was probably a community vigilante, and he didn't want any money.

"That's right!" Jérôme Bonaparte was instantly elated by George John and described the "benefits" of the community vigilantes, such as being able to legally receive and grant "donations" and "zero-dollar purchases" for the poor. In such cases, it can be transferred to the regular establishment of the British Police and the like.

To put it bluntly, he is a casual worker who doesn't need money. If there is a problem, the temporary worker will take the blame, and all the credit is due to the leadership of the British police.

In terms of treatment, it is not even as good as the National Guard of France next door.

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

"I've been appointed as the captain of the Vigilante Squad in Piccadio!" said George John, who was beaming at Jérôme Bonaparte. He didn't know what he looked like and thought he was appointed by the Prime Minister as a minister of a certain department. .

It is good for young people to have warm blood, but sometimes they are unlucky because of their warm blood.

Jerome, who claims to have experienced a **** period, never dissuaded this "young man" (George John was not much younger than Jerome Bonaparte), only by making him suffer a little, he will understand the world Not all things are favorable.

"I..." Jérôme Bonaparte 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 work", "We want universal suffrage", " We want democracy,"!

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

Although they don't know what democracy and universal suffrage are, they listen to those big figures (Charterists) saying that as long as universal suffrage and democracy are realized, bread and jobs will be there.

"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 "speech" also did not expect that the "people" would support them so "enthusiasmically" (referring to the Charterists), and he was as high-spirited as a general commanding thousands of troops.

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

A mighty "Petition" troop turned into a front troop and moved towards London City Hall. The Charter representative walked right in front of the troop. Behind him were the unemployed workers and the elite who had been forced into the proletariat. .

The place where Jerome Bonaparte is is the place where the petitioning force is about to arrive Almost all the vigilantes and special police (also made up of British temporary workers, take care of their weapons, and take the blame for accidents.) Looking forward to it.

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

"Man! It looks like we're in trouble!" George John's voice trembled slightly. This was the first time he faced the petitioning force. In the past, he just heard from his neighbors.

"I think so too!" Jerome Bonaparte agreed with the same sympathy. Hamm, who was held by Jerome, also grinned "Wangwang" twice.

Seeing that the parade was getting closer, Jerome Bonaparte wanted to leave, but he didn't want to get involved in this political maelstrom.

When Jerome Bonaparte was about to turn around and leave, George John's hand 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 resisted his anger and said to George John.

"Mr. Stalin, look around!" George John pointed to the surrounding vigilantes and whispered into Jerome Bonaparte's ear: "If you leave rashly, the entire team may collapse! If the investigation is done, you will be sent to a military court!"

Jerome Bonaparte laughed angrily and said, "I'm just an innocent passerby. You treat a foreign friend like this?"

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

"Bitch of the United Kingdom!" Jerome Bonaparte cursed in a low voice.