America 1881: Legend of the West

Chief Porter led the police officers forward aggressively, continuing to drive away the crowd as they advanced.

"If you don't want to die, get out of here!" 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 Chief Porter and his policemen appeared behind him. Instead, he climbed onto a pile of wooden boxes on the street and craned his neck to look in Holly's direction.

"Hey! Why don't you get out?" The first row of policemen had already arrived at the box.

Sheriff Potter stepped forward, ready to pull this 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, hey, don't pull my clothes!" The man was caught in front of Potter, arranging his clothes.

You could tell he wasn't happy with being dragged off the box.

Sheriff Potter looked at the man in front of him.

He looked familiar.

"Have I seen you somewhere?" The police chief frowned.

"I interviewed you, Mr. Porter." The man patted his arm again, looked up at Sheriff Porter, his expression was very arrogant, "My name is Westo Edu, and I am the editor-in-chief of the San Francisco Truth Journalist."

"Aren't you the reporter who wrote about Dennis Lace and the scandals about Brannan's family that have been spreading in the past two days?" Sheriff Porter was deeply impressed by this name.

"That's right!" Reporter Edu looked proud, "I started this trend!"

Chief Potter felt vaguely that something was not right.

This man is a disaster. Whoever gets him is in trouble. If he appears here, nothing good will happen.

"Mr. Reporter, you should go back home now. It's very dangerous here!" Potter glanced at him, trying to make his tone less 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 out of touch.

"The mission of our reporters is to be the first to appear where the news happens." The reporter said with dignity!

Chief Porter took off his police hat and scratched his fluffy hair.

He was considering whether to ask someone to force the thing out.

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

The Sheriff's attention turned momentarily from the reporters back to the workers.

He put his hat back on.

"You sons of bitches are causing trouble on my territory, haven't you lived enough?" He walked to the front of the police team and stared at the workers fiercely.

"Believe it or not, I will tie you all to the pillars in front of the police station? Huh?"

With almost the entire city's police force behind him, Porter felt somewhat confident.

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

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

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

"Come over and arrest these troublemakers!"

The police were just about to rush forward when they heard Duncan yell angrily:

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

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

The workers on the picket line also made the same move as Duncan.

Each of them had one or even two revolvers in his hand.

The steps of the police officers who were preparing to charge came to an abrupt halt.

Most of them turned their attention to Chief Potter.

Instead of being surprised, the Sheriff's face looked particularly excited.

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

Zhengchou has no excuse to deal with them.

As long as the other side dares to shoot, I have a reason to shoot, and I dare to tell them all to disappear!

Duncan snorted and stared at the policemen standing at the front:

"Would you like to rush in and give it a try? Huh? You actually believe this fat boss of yours. He wasn't the one who got shot anyway, right?"

Policemen, look at me and I'll look at you.

This person is right, we were the ones who rushed forward and got shot, and the fat man named Porter was just talking nonsense from behind.

With just that little salary every month, why are you playing with your life? !

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

The look in the eyes of these workers was very scary, and they wanted to eat them alive.

Although they are all revolvers, they can't stand up to the large number of people on the other side. If there is a fight, it's not certain who will win and who will lose.

They were extremely hesitant and no one was willing to step forward.

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

"The first one to rush forward will receive a personal reward of one hundred dollars!" The Sheriff gritted his teeth and issued a reward order.

Under the reward, there must be a brave man.

One of the police officers was already ready to take action.

His sense of luck was beginning to take hold.

What if the other side doesn't fire? What if the opponent's shot fails to hit me? What if, even if the opponent hits, it's just a minor injury?

That's a hundred dollars.

Thinking of this, he picked up the gun, took steps, and prepared to charge.

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

"Raymond! What are you doing? Are you trying to kill yourself?"

A woman in a white skirt emerged from the workers and shouted at the policeman opposite who was about to step forward.

This woman was a member of the Feminist Alliance and came here with the parade. When she heard that there were police outside, she squeezed through the crowd.

After hearing the shouting, the policeman named Raymond took two steps back involuntarily. When he looked up and saw the woman, the expression on his face froze.

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

"Don't shoot! He is my husband!" The woman opened her arms to block the workers' guns and said to Duncan.

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

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

She quickly turned to her husband, the police officer, and shouted to him: "Raymond, these workers are paid workers just like us. Why are we pulling guns on each other?"

The woman turned to the policemen with guns again, spread her hands and waved them desperately: "Are you all fools? 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 yelled: "Shut up! You woman!"

But no one paid any attention to him.

"I respect you, madam, but I still advise you to get back behind us first." Duncan still didn't put down the gun in his hand.

The police officer named Raymond took a few steps back, and the woman also retreated into the square of workers.

The scene reached a deadlock. Only the reporter took out his pen and wrote down in his notebook with great interest:

"Love can resolve conflicts, courage can prevent violence"

Sheriff Porter was completely at a loss.

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 a street lamp on him.

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

What about the explosion? Why hasn't the promised explosion come yet?