America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 440 Confrontation
Sergeant Porter aggressively led the police forward, and continued to drive away the crowd while advancing.

"If you don't want to die, get out!" The flesh on his face was trembling.

Most of the citizens watching the excitement chose to flee along both sides of the street.

But there was one person who had no intention of leaving.

He didn't even realize that Sergeant Porter and his policemen appeared behind him, but climbed onto a stack of wooden boxes on the side of the street, craned his neck and looked in Hawley's direction.

"Hey! Why don't you get out?" The first row of policemen has come to the side of the box.

Sergeant Potter stepped forward, ready to yank the blind guy off the box.

But his subordinates were faster than him.

Two policemen came to the box and pulled the man off the box.

"Hey, don't pull my clothes!" The man was caught in front of Potter, arranging his clothes.

It can be seen that he is very dissatisfied with being dragged off the box.

Sergeant Potter looked at the man in front of him.

He looked familiar.

"Have I seen you somewhere?" The sheriff frowned.

"I interviewed you, Mr. Porter." The man patted his arm again, looked up at Sergeant Porter with a haughty expression, "My name is Vesto Edu, and I am the author of "San Francisco Truth." Journalist."

"Aren't you the reporter who wrote about Dennis Lace and the scandal about Brannan's family these two days?" Sergeant Porter was impressed by the name.

"It's right here!" Reporter Edu looked proud, "I brought up this wave of trends!"

Sergeant Potter faintly felt that something was wrong.

This person is a disaster, whoever gets into trouble will be in bad luck, if he appears here, nothing good will happen.

"Mr. Reporter, you should go home now, it's very dangerous here!" Potter glanced at him, trying not to sound too aggressive.

"Why? Is this the United States of America? Am I not a citizen of the United States of America? Don't I have the right to walk around in this country?" Edu looked a little reckless.

"The task of our reporters is to appear where the news happened as soon as possible." The reporter said righteously!

Sergeant Potter took off his police cap and scratched his shaggy hair.

He was considering whether to ask someone to fork it out by force.

At this moment, Duncan and the picket workers rushed to a place about ten meters away from the police.

The sheriff's attention momentarily turned away from the reporters and back to the workers.

He put his hat back on.

"You sons of bitches, don't you have enough to do things on my site?" He walked to the front of the police line and stared at the workers viciously.

"Believe it or not, I tied you all to the pillars at the entrance of the police station? Huh?"

With almost the entire city's police behind him, Potter felt confident.

Duncan and the members of the workers' picket line said nothing, just stood face to face with the police, firmly controlling the street at the entrance of the square.

Seeing that the workers didn't respond, Potter showed a grin on his face.

He turned his head and gave an order to the police officer behind him:

"Rush over to me and arrest these troublemakers!"

The policemen were just about to rush forward, but they heard Duncan scold angrily:

"Which one of you has the guts to try first? Isn't it just a gun? Who doesn't have a gun?"

As he spoke, he lifted his coat and took out a revolver from his waist.

And the workers of the picket team also made the same movements as Duncan.

Each of them had an extra revolver, or even two, in their hands.

The pace of the police who were about to charge stopped abruptly.

Most of them turned their eyes to Sergeant Potter.

Not only was there no surprise on the sheriff's face, but he was extraordinarily excited.

He rubbed his hands: "Come on, let me go, I don't believe they dare to shoot!"

Zhengchou had no excuse to clean them up.

As long as the opponent dared to shoot, he would have a reason to shoot, and dare to make them all disappear!
Duncan snorted, and stared at the few policemen standing in front:

"Do you want to rush up and try? Huh? You actually believe your fat boss, anyway, he wasn't the one who got shot, right?"

Policemen, you look at me, I look at you.

This guy is right, we were the ones who rushed forward and got shot, and that fat man named Potter was just playing tricks behind us.

With such a small salary every month, what kind of life is there? !

Moreover, they found that more workers with guns were coming up from behind.

The eyes of these workers looked very scary, and they wanted to swallow them alive.

Although they are all revolvers, they can't stand the crowd on the opposite side. If there is a real fight, it is not certain who will win.

They hesitated so much that no one was willing to step forward.

"What are you waiting for? Why don't you hurry up?" Potter saw that no one moved, and was a little anxious.

"The first one to rush up, I will personally reward one hundred dollars!" The sheriff gritted his teeth and issued a reward order.

Under the reward, there must be a brave man.

A police officer has already started to move.

His luck began to work.

What if the other side doesn't shoot?What if you can't shoot yourself?What if, even if the opponent gets hit, it's only a minor injury?
That's a hundred dollars.

Thinking of this, he picked up his gun and took a step forward, ready to charge.

However, at this moment, a shrill cry came from behind the workers:

"Raymond! What are you doing? Are you dying?"

A woman in a white dress got out from among the workers and shouted at the policeman who was about to step forward.

This woman is a member of the Women's Rights League and came here with the parade. When she heard that there were policemen outside, she squeezed through the crowd.

The policeman named Raymond couldn't help taking two steps back when he heard the shout. When he looked up and saw the woman, the expression on his face froze.

"Ma'am, please stand back, it's very dangerous here." Duncan held the gun in one hand, and waved the woman back with the other hand, signaling her to stand back.

"Don't shoot! He's my husband!" the woman said to Duncan with her arms outstretched to block the workers' guns.

Duncan's and Potter's cheeks twitched at the same time.

The woman stood in front of the workers' guns, and at the same time blocked the police's guns.

She turned quickly to her husband, the policeman, and yelled at him, "Raymond, these workers are wage earners just like us, why are we pulling guns at each other?"

The woman turned to the police officers with guns again, spreading her hands and waving them desperately: "Are you all idiots? Don't you ever think for yourself?"

The policemen looked at each other.

The more Potter looked at it, the more uncomfortable he became, and he immediately shouted: "Shut up! You woman!"

But no one paid him any attention.

"I respect you, ma'am, but I still advise you to go back behind us first." Duncan still held the gun in his hand.

The police officer named Raymond stepped back, and the woman also retreated into the workers' phalanx.

The scene was deadlocked, only the reporter took out a pen and wrote down in his notebook with interest:
"Love resolves disputes, courage prevents violence"

Sergeant Porter was completely lost.

These police officers are temporarily assigned to their own command, if they are forced to do so.

He was afraid that these people would turn against him and hang him from the street lamp.

So the explosion that his superiors told him before became his only hope.

What about the explosion?Why hasn't the promised explosion sound come yet?
(End of this chapter)