Mr. Rehn was very angry about this, and the consequences were very serious. So this morning, right next to the recruiting point, when a group of workers were telling others how humanized and conscientious the new contract and the new rules of the "Rain Textile Factory" were, a group of people from the factory care team held hands. The stick rushed out and swooped at the workers. Naturally, the workers could not be beaten in vain, so they resisted, and then...

The sharp police sirens sounded, and countless police officers suddenly emerged from the entrances of the street, as if they were emerging from the ground.

"Stop fighting, squat on the ground immediately, don't move!" The policemen shouted, brandishing batons, shields, handcuffs and revolvers.

"It's the police, run!" some workers shouted.

The workers began to flee, but the police stopped them. The police in the front row blocked them with shields, and then hit them with truncheons.

"Keep down immediately! Hold your head with your hands, the first warning!"

"Quick, squat down!" shouted a representative of the London Textile Workers Mutual Aid Society. He knew that according to British law, when facing such a group fight, the police only need to issue three warnings before they can shoot!

"Second warning!" the police shouted.

"Squat down, squat down, they will shoot!" More representatives shouted.

Many workers hesitated to squat down. But the thugs of the factory nursery team with white towels tied to their arms didn't care about it. They continued to wield big sticks and beat the workers.

"Third warning! Shoot!"

The "shooting" order was almost immediately followed by the "third warning," and almost no time for others to reflect. A worker representative was shouting: "Keep down..." A few bullets hit him. Blood suddenly flowed from him, as well as from his mouth and eyes. The worker representative shook and fell to the ground. But he hadn't died immediately, and he could barely prop up half of his body by supporting himself with his hands.

A member of the factory guard who was holding a big stick walked over and slammed two sticks on his head and body, and died.

The workers were forced to squat on the ground, while the guards were at the gunpoint of the police, waving big sticks and beating the workers. As soon as a worker dared to stand up and resist, the police who had issued three warnings would shoot him mercilessly...Blood all over the floor.

"Blood is all over the place, our brother's blood is all over the place!" Buck burst into tears. Ever since Buck watched his adoptive father and the previous boss Fagin was hanged, Buck has never cried like this again.

"Buck, don't cry, how are the others?" Fagin asked.

"First, the factory nursery team beat them, and then the police caught them and the factory nursery team members. They didn't even go in for five minutes. Those factory nursery team members came out, but our people were locked up. In this world, we are not allowed to live!"

"He won't let us live, we will drag them to die together!" The butcher gritted his teeth.

"I heard that other textile factories are also planning to modify their contracts and lower their wages." Oliver said.

"We want to spread the news and let all the textile workers in London go on strike." Fei Jin said, "In addition, we can't let them be so proud, we have to teach them a lesson!

Early in the morning, Hindley got up from the bed and stretched. At this time, his wife had already made it earlier and was waiting for him. Hindley's salary is not bad, but the work is also very hard, and he also leaves early and returns late. The money earned every month, after paying the rent, and other so-called middle-class expenses, is actually very limited. But anyway, when I come back every day and open the soup pot, I can still see a lamb chop inside. Such days are not bad.

After breakfast, Hindley kissed his wife and child and went out.

It was still early at this time and the air outside was so muddy that Hindley couldn't help but cough. Hindley walked to the carriage station and waited for the carriage there.

Although Hindley consciously is a decent man, it is impossible for a lowly decent person like him to have his own private carriage. He can only wait for a public carriage at the station. Of course, this is much better than the workers. Those poor workers, do you know what it looks like inside the carriage?

Thinking of this, Hindley felt a little smug. He felt that if he worked hard, he could get his son to go to a private school, and then he could find a higher-income career in the future, and even his grandson’s generation would have the opportunity to rely on the accumulated money to become his own boss and become a real one. Decent man...

"This is great!" Hindley thought so, and saw a stagecoach coming from a distance.

Hindley held the briefcase in his arms and looked at the others who were also waiting at the station. These people are now his opponents. He must defeat these people and squeeze into this bus. Otherwise, he will have to wait for half an hour for the next public carriage before he arrives at the factory. Even if he is late, his wages will be deducted.

Of course, he can also make a rental carriage, but the rental carriage is much more expensive than the public carriage. If you can save a little money, save some money.

The stagecoach stopped, and everyone rushed up. Hindley held the briefcase in one hand and held the door handle with the other, and wanted to squeeze it up. But at this time, I didn't know where a hand came out, tore off his briefcase, and threw it far away.

At this moment, Hindley could only let go of his other hand and hurried to pick up the briefcase. Some documents were still spilled out, and he had to look carefully to see if they were missing... and then...then the coach drove away.

"These people are... really unscrupulous!" Hindley cursed in a low voice, and wanted to look around, hoping to see a taxi carriage passing by.

However, it was the wish of the sky, and it happened that a rental carriage turned out from there and came over here.

"Stop, stop!" Hindley waved to the carriage and shouted again.

The carriage slowed down, and the coachman shouted at him, "Where?"

"To Rennes Textile Factory!" Hindley shouted. He knew that there was probably already a passenger in this car, and he could take another passenger alone. If he is on the way, the coachman will take him and make a lot of money.

The carriage slowed down gradually and stopped in front of him.

"Come on!" The coachman had a heavy Scottish accent.

"Okay, okay." Hindley replied, and quickly got into the carriage.

Sit down in the carriage, closed the door, and the carriage started running again. Hindley had time to get a lot of the situation inside the carriage, and two people sat opposite him. The two men were staring at him with wide-eyed eyes.

"Hello, I can meet you here..." Hindley just wanted to say hello when the two men swooped over. Hindley opened his mouth to call for help, but a stinky rag was stuffed into his mouth. He wanted to resist, but both of them were stronger than him. After a while, he tied him up with a rope. The same as zongzi. The fastest mobile phone update::

The carriage kept going, and after running for a while, it stopped. Then the two tied them up like big dumplings. Considering the cultural background, it should be said that Hindley, who was **** like a mummy, was pulled from the car and slammed to the ground. Hindley's fat face hit the ground directly and was hurt by the pebbles on the ground.

Hindley wanted to struggle, but one foot slammed on his back, and he couldn't breathe. Then one hand grabbed his hair and pulled his face up. Hindley saw a group of angry workers surrounding him.

Hindley knew that this place must be in a slum. This kind of local police would never come. He fell into the hands of these people. Even if his throat broke, no one would come to rescue him.

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"Asshole! You are so majestic when you lead people to kill our people! Dog stuff!"

A worker-like person kicked Hindley's face while scolding, and half of Hindley's face immediately swelled.

Another worker reached out and tore off the stinky rag from Hindley's mouth.

"Forgive me! Brothers, forgive me! I can't do it either. Mr. Lane asked me to order people to shoot! I can't do it either... Brothers, I have parents and wives and children, I am raising them by myself. I dare not ignore what Mr. Lane said. Brothers, please forgive me. I will definitely change my mind in the future..."

"Fart! Who is your brother?!" a worker shouted.

"You helped Ren, kill so many of us, and your hands are stained with the blood of so many of our brothers. Do you think you can survive if you ask for a few words?" A worker grabbed Hindley's chest. He raised it up, "Aren't you very prestigious when you let the factory guards shoot? You are a dog, you should have died!"

After saying this, he suddenly smelled a strange smell, he shrugged his nose, and then smiled contemptuously: "Brothers, this dead dog is peeing his pants, hahaha!"

"Kill him, kill him, kill him and avenge my brothers!" everyone around shouted.

Someone brought a big rock over.

"You guys, what are you doing?" Hindley asked in panic and panic again.

Everyone ignored him and just tied the big rock to him.

"You... what are you going to do?" Hindley understood their plan in his heart after listening to the sound of the Thames next to him, and finally couldn't help shouting, "Help! Help!"

"Call~lightnovelpub.net~Call, your throat broke, and no one might come to rescue you. You running dog of the capitalist!" A worker put the stinky rag into his mouth again and grabbed it. Hold him by the neck and drag him towards the river.

"What will happen to your family after you know you die?" Another worker said in his ear maliciously, "Your wife and son will be driven out by the landlord because they can't pay the rent. Your son Because she couldn't pay the tuition, she was kicked out of the school. Then in order to eat, your wife will become a street girl. At most two years later, she will die because of a disease..."

Hindley struggled hard, but it was of no use. Several people dragged him onto a small boat.

"After your wife dies, your son will be old enough to be a child laborer in the factory. He will enter the textile factory in Rennes and be a child laborer, and after another five years at most, your family can do it. Reunited."

Hindley's eyes were wide open, and bloodshot eyes almost jumped out of their sockets, and he struggled hard.

"Well, don't waste your effort, it will be over in a while." A worker grabbed him and lifted him off. Hindley fell into the Thames and sank in a bubble.