America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 442 "Riot"

In the square at this time, Hawley's speech has come to an end.

A union official pushed his way to the caravan and waved him.

Hawley walked to the edge of the caravan and bent over.

The steward whispered something to Holly.

Holly's face became more serious after hearing this.

He straightened up, returned to the middle of the caravan, and continued his speech:
"Dear workers! Brother farmers! Women and sisters who came to support us! And citizens in the square full of sense of justice! I am very grateful to you for joining this unprecedented demonstration."

Hawley looked around at the audience who were looking up at him, and said with an emphasis:
"But just now, we have just experienced a crisis. Some people want our lives!"

This sentence is like dropping a bomb into a pool of water.

The crowd began to seething.

Everyone started to discuss.

They then discovered that Hawley had jumped from the caravan and had been replaced by someone else.

People from the Labor Knights knew him, his name was Bowen, and he was one of Hawley's right-hand men.

But I don't know why, as the most active person in normal times, he didn't appear in the parade when the team set off this morning, and he didn't know where he ran out until now.

Bowen boarded the caravan and did something completely unexpected for everyone.

He bowed deeply to everyone.

"I apologize to everyone, I almost brought everyone into the abyss!"

This sentence made the people present even more puzzled.

Apologize?What are you sorry for?

"Bewitched by a Pinkerton detective, I secretly stole the bomb from the California Explosives Factory. I wanted to use the opportunity of the parade to retaliate against the police! But I didn't know that I had fallen into the enemy's plan."

Bowen pointed in the direction of the police.

"They have already received an order. As long as the bomb is thrown from my side, they will immediately shoot back! Then, they will arrest and kill us for murder or treason!"

His voice was so loud that it spread throughout the square.

There was silence in the square.

Everyone was sweating from behind.

Everyone understands what that means.

Not to mention whether the bomb would cause accidental injury.

If the police were really given a reason to fight back, even if there were pickets, there would be a fierce exchange of fire on both sides.

At that time, the square will really be filled with blood.

Those who heard Bowen's words were not only the people participating in the parade in the square, but also the police officers who were confronting the workers' pickets.

The officers did have orders to shoot when they heard the explosion.

It turns out that the sound of the explosion was deliberately arranged? !
The target of emotional explosion is not others, but yourself?

The eyes of the police officers turned to Sergeant Porter who was still cursing just now.

"What do you think, pig-headed? Do you think it's possible?" Sheriff Potter pretended to be confused, "Are we crazy for arranging bombs to blow up our own people?"

Although his tone was convincing, the twinkling eyes betrayed him.

At the same time, the next message from the square made Sheriff Porter unable to restrain himself.

Heilmann was pushed into the caravan.

His hands were hanging in front of him, tightly bound with ropes.

"That's him!" Bowen, who had already got off the caravan, pointed at Hellman, "The running dog of capitalists and politicians!"

Hellman glanced coldly at Bowen.

He really didn't know how this person had the face to say that he had come to confuse him.

He didn't say a word, and looked at the people around him with contempt.

This look angered the people around.

They cursed and spat at Hellman.

As a long-established private detective, the old man thought of many endings for himself, but none of them were reviled by thousands of people.

"Just ten minutes ago, he tried to carry out their plan by killing Sheriff Potter in the apartment on the second floor! But it was discovered and stopped by our people!"

Hearing these words, Sergeant Potter's face turned a liver color.

He raised his head suddenly, searched the surrounding buildings, and soon saw the open window.

All the second floor windows on this street were closed because of the parade, but this one was open!
Sergeant Potter hurriedly ordered someone to go to the apartment to have a look.

Those who went to search quickly returned, and what they found shocked the sheriff.

There was indeed a disassembled Colt revolver on the floor!
"Don't stop me, I'm going to kill him!" The sheriff threw his hat on the ground angrily, and walked forward quickly again, intending to settle the score with Heilman.

Yet Duncan and his workers did not budge.

"Sergeant Potter, I advise you to calm down, it's not good to be so impulsive." Duncan shook the barrel of the revolver twice in his hand, "Hellman is our trophy now."

"What's yours and mine?! I'm your enemy's enemy! It's a friendly army! Get out of the way, I want to settle accounts with him!"

Sergeant Porter was not at all out of touch. In his rage, he seemed to have forgotten his position and responsibilities as a San Francisco police detective.

"Sorry, if you take one more step forward, I will shoot!" Duncan struck the hammer of the prime minister's revolver.

He was reluctant to trust the man in front of him, preferring to keep him and his policemen out of the square.

At this time, Hawley's voice came from the square again:

"Everyone, at this moment, the instigators of all this, those politicians and capitalists, are standing on the platform of a clock tower not far away! Look at the square!"

Everyone in the square woke up like a dream.

They all turned their heads and cast their gazes at the bell tower in the distance.

That's the highest point of the area.

There, everyone found that there were many people standing on it.

"These shameless people think they can look down on us, treat our demonstrations as entertainment, and make irresponsible remarks about us!"

Hawley's words were provocative to a certain extent, but what he didn't expect was that the policemen were the first to act.

Someone has already picked up a gun and rushed towards the direction of the tower.

The police are also paid, and if they are sold out, they will mutiny!
"Fuck these bastards to death, damn it, I worked my life for him and actually wanted to kill me." Sergeant Porter also raised his hat, raised his arms and shouted, "Come on!"

He now desperately hopes that they will forget about his failure to report.

But none of the policemen took any notice of him.

They didn't even look up at him, they just walked past him, ignoring him completely.

This made Potter very embarrassed.

After thinking for a while, he followed his subordinates and rushed towards the clock tower.

The workers of the workers' picket team followed closely, followed by the angry parade crowd.

Their rear team turned into the front team, rushing towards the clock tower like a tide.

At this moment, the governor and the capitalists who were still watching from the clock tower were dumbfounded.

The governor's response was the fastest.

When he saw the crowd start to surge, he knew something was going to happen.

"Quickly, go and inform the militiamen outside the city that there is an armed riot in San Francisco, and let them enter the city to suppress it immediately!" The governor said to a follower, "It should be killed! It should be arrested! Empty their magazines!"

"I don't agree, my daughter is still in the square!" The mayor was extremely anxious and protested against the governor's behavior.

"Then I wish you good luck. I hope that when the mob beats you, they can still recognize you as the lady's father!"

Governor Stoneman glanced at the mayor with a sneer, and at the same time walked quickly towards the stairs.

Hurrying to evacuate now is the top priority. Otherwise, if this group of people catches him, he will at least lose half his life.

At the stairs, he saw Chen Jianqiu who was squatting on the ground so bored that he was digging the floor for fun.

The governor didn't say a word, just passed by him, and walked downstairs quickly followed by his entourage.

Chen Jianqiu stood up, patted the ashes on his hands, and looked at the mayors and capitalists who hadn't fully understood the situation.

He laughed:
"Friends, if you don't run now, you won't have a chance to run away!"

After saying that, he turned around quickly, stepped into the stairwell next to him in a few steps, and rushed downstairs second.

(End of this chapter)