Fox of France

The reason why the two plainclothes chose to use a knife was to avoid making too much noise. This is the worker's area. If you use a gun, the noise will be too loud, and it will startle the workers. It may not be easy to get out of the way. And they feel that, two people, against an unsuspecting worker's representative, they feel that they are quite sure.

At this moment Fagin turned, and turned into a narrow alley, where the walls on both sides could be propped up with both hands. The two plainclothes hurriedly followed and looked inside, only to find that the alleyway was empty and there was no one there.

"Damn it, he found out!" The two immediately drew out their knives and chased after them. They felt that the worker representative must have turned a corner ahead.

The alley was very narrow, and the two of them could only run one behind the other. Tony, the police officer who was running ahead, suddenly heard a sound from behind, and it seemed that Jim, who was following behind, fell down. He hurriedly looked back, but was taken aback by the sight in front of him.

I saw that Jim had fallen to the ground, motionless, and he didn't know whether he was unconscious or dead. But the worker representative they were following just now stood beside him very calmly. It turned out that after Fagin entered the alleyway, he immediately climbed up to the nearby roof. When Tony and Jim ran past below, he struck down suddenly and knocked Jim unconscious.

Tony understood that the worker representative in front of him had ambushed them. He didn't have time to think how the other party suddenly appeared behind them and knocked Jim down in one fell swoop. But look at the smile on the opponent's face, and the calm look. Officer Tony knew that he had changed from a hunter to a prey at this time.

So he jumped back sharply to gain distance, and at the same time drew his revolver from his belt, pointed it at the worker's representative who was rushing towards him, and pulled the trigger-but the gun did not go off. Fingers held down the hammer.

This finger, of course, belonged to Fagin. Compared with Officer Tony, Fagin moved faster. Just as he jumped back, Fagin jumped forward and approached. As soon as Tony raised his gun, Fagin had already pressed a finger on the hammer. Immediately after his hand twisted, the muzzle of the gun turned in a different direction.

While fighting for the gun with Fagin vigorously, to prevent the opponent from snatching the gun, Tony stabbed Fagin with a butterfly knife in his left hand. He didn't expect to stab the opponent with this blow, but he just hoped to force the opponent back so that he could keep his gun.

But Fagin's hand was faster. With a wave of his right hand, he slapped Tony's wrist. Tony deviated from the direction of the stab and missed. Immediately afterwards, Fagin took another half step forward, dropped his right shoulder and slammed into Tony's chest hard.

This knocked Tony out all of a sudden, and the gun was naturally released. He couldn't stand, and fell to the ground with a snap. Fortunately, this is a slum area, and the ground is covered with dirt. However, on those cobblestone roads in the rich area, this guy probably could have thrown him directly into a coma.

But even so, the fall was not light. Tony only felt pain all over his body, and his bones seemed to be falling apart. He tried hard to get up, but a foot stepped on his chest at this moment.

Tony looked up, but saw the worker's representative holding his revolver in one hand and his butterfly knife in the other. He smiled and asked him, "Why are you following me?"

"We, we just see that you are acting suspiciously... I warn you, I am a policeman! Don't mess around, put down the gun, you are still a legal citizen..."

"You're a policeman?" said Fagin, looking into Tony's eyes. "What do you want me to do with a knife when I act suspiciously? Don't try to fool me, that guy over there just passed out. I'll ask him in a minute." , if what you guys said is different, I promise, it would be hard for you to die."

"We...we're really just..."

Fagin smiled coldly.

"It's Ryan, it's Mr. Ryan, he asked us to kill those workers' representatives..."

Fagin sneered, stepped on it harder, and with a click, Tony's ribs were directly broken by Fagin. The broken ribs were inserted into his lungs and heart, and blood came out of his mouth and nose immediately. In the blink of an eye, Tony died.

Fagin turned his head again, followed the same pattern, and killed Jim as well. The Thames River is not far away. If you want to destroy the corpses, it is actually very easy. But on the one hand, Fagin was worried that other workers’ representatives would also face such danger—not every representative had his skills; on the other hand, he also wanted to leave something to warn the police. So he thought for a while, and with the blood spat out by the two policemen, he wrote this sentence on their clothes: "This is what happens to the lackeys of the capitalists! - Fagin."

After finishing all this, Fagin hurried towards Rhodes Textile Factory.

Fortunately, several worker representatives at Rhodes Textile Factory are fine. Fei Jin told everyone about the situation just now, and then asked: "How is it? Are you scared? I'm scared. It might be too late to quit now."

"Afraid of a hammer. We have lived like this. We will die sooner or later. What are we afraid of?"

"That's right, that's right!"

"Who's so fucking afraid, they just don't have eggs!"

Fei Jin looked around at everyone, and then said: "Since there is no one who wants to withdraw, I will talk about something more secret. Before I say this, if there is someone who wants to withdraw, you can withdraw; after I say it, if Some people want to seek refuge with those rich people. I will kill his whole family. You all know that I was originally a gangster. To be a gangster, the important thing is to gain credit and keep your word. If you say kill his whole family, you must kill him The whole family!"

"We don't have scabs like that here!" everyone joined in.

"Okay, do you all know about the 'Basic Fair'?" Fagin asked...

After discussing the collective strike, Fagin returned to Petticoat Lane, found the butcher, and asked him to inform everyone that they must be careful during this period.

"Those guys have already started to play tricks."

"Then boss, what shall we do?"

"They will kill, but we won't?" Fei Jin said, "If a few of them dare to come to our territory to act wildly, let them have a good heartache."

"Yeah!" The butcher nodded and asked again, "What if, boss, what if they shoot a lot of people?"

"Send a lot of people?" Fagin laughed. "Butcher, do you know that I learned a brand new tactic in Ireland called flipping..."

In the following day, gunshots and bloodshed were everywhere in the slums of London. On this night, the Metropolitan Police Department made an inventory and found that nearly half of the spies sent to the slums had not returned. But the bodies of the two policemen killed by Fagin were brought back.

"Is there any king's law, is there any law!" The newly appointed police chief, Sir Huey, faced the corpses of the two policemen and the provocative words on the corpses, and shouted angrily, "Is it true that the London police?" Isn’t the slum area the land ruled by His Majesty the King! Tomorrow morning, tomorrow morning, gather all our people, let’s go there, and arrest all the suspects! Do not withdraw troops!"

Also, on this night, representatives of the Textile Workers' Union began to evacuate and take cover. Because of the information sent by Jacques Coulen, there are signs of a large-scale mobilization of the London police.

Although Ren is already a rich man, he still maintains the habit of hard work. He got up before dawn every day. He had breakfast first, then studied various reports, then got up and went for a walk on the balcony.

The air in the rich area is slightly better than that of the poor area. After all, it is farther away from factories and chimneys. But it is still incomparable with the countryside. Ren looked towards the poor area and saw that one or two places started to smoke.

"Very well, these guys are starting to do it. I have said it a long time ago, the police department must be strict and decisive, and show those poor people a little bit of strength! It should have been done a long time ago, I see who dares to... Ha ha ha ha……"

However, before Ren's laughter fell, suddenly there was an explosion not far away. The explosion rattled the glass on the windows.

"Be careful!" Before Renn understood, he was thrown on the balcony by the bodyguard. Then he heard explosions and gunshots outside.

The bodyguards protected Ren and retreated into the house. Ren, his wife, son and daughter hid in the tunnel together and moved to a safe area. And his bodyguards were having a lively fight with the masked attackers outside.

"Don't hit hard, we just need to make a big noise and get those policemen back." A masked man ordered, so several masked men threw out the small melons in their hands together, and then took advantage of the explosion, Then retreated. And Ren's bodyguards didn't chase after them-their mission was to protect Ren and Ren's property, as for what those masked men would do, what did they do? In case, in case they killed some of Mr. Wren's "friends," maybe Mr. Wren would be very happy.

During this day, Fagin and his men took advantage of the fact that the police in the wealthy district were all withdrawn, and attacked the residences of several wealthy businessmen. Director Xiu Yi had to call back the dispatched police urgently to protect those "decent people". In the afternoon, the director was still informed of this matter, and His Majesty the King, who was so angry, called him into the palace and scolded him severely. Although the attacks of those "fanatics" did not actually cause many casualties, the entire upper class in London was shaken.

The parliament immediately held an emergency meeting. Some people demanded that the army be mobilized immediately to prepare for suppression, while others expressed opposition, fearing that such actions would trigger a French-style revolution. Of course, more people are worried that such incidents before the Pakistan Fair will interfere with their fortunes. In the end, the parliament scolded the police department and demanded that the police be strengthened and order be restored as soon as possible.

But early the next morning, almost all the textile workers in London launched a general strike together.