A Weird Theater That Started In London

"Never intend to retreat meanly, or be a badass; as long as my heart is beating, I am brave and proud to rush forward."

Jones, a freedom fighter who fought for the workers, the poor, roared in his heart.

Apparently, he has been arrested and put in jail.

The crime was treason, and the informer was a young nobleman. He had stopped to listen to those dangerous remarks, and he was also touched, but after thinking about it, he felt that his sympathy for the poor was in conflict with his own interests, so he gave Jones, a dangerous person, to him. Sent to prison.

Partner Harrison was locked up next door.

The two are currently being held at 4 Clerk Road, a "sponge house" near Court Street.

It was a vivid nickname for poor people who couldn't pay usury and would be imprisoned until they paid off their debts.

"You'll soon discover that it's like a sponge, squeezing out everything you have!"

That's what every debtor who got away with this **** would say.

Because, to live with dignity in such a place, one must have money. It starts with giving the prison guards money so they can get a small stove in the dank, gloomy little room, and then has to find a way to satisfy the creditors and make a deal with them.

It's just that Jones and Harrison are not among them. The warden received an order not to make them feel better.

As a result, there were no glass in the windows and no fire for heating, and the freezing wind made it difficult for Jones, who was already severely ill with rheumatism.

Not far away, Harrison, a legal expert, found that he underestimated the shamelessness of politicians and capitalists. No matter how he quoted the law to fight for the most basic rights, he did not respond at all.

"Want to go out?"

A high-spirited voice came, and it was hard to hide his arrogance, "Why are you two trying to get along with yourselves? A nobleman, a well-known scholar, obviously has a good life, but he must betray the country."

Treason?

If it is treason to give tens of millions of poor people the power they deserve, then the world should really be on fire, and all the rich should go to hell.

Harrison sneered in his heart, but he didn't speak. There were too many tricks to endure next, so he had to save his strength as much as possible.

Outside the prison gate, the pot-bellied warden put his hands on his hips and continued to say in a sympathetic tone: "As long as the two of you promise to renounce your evil and dangerous beliefs and sign a declaration that you will no longer participate in political activities, you will be free. "

"Release immediately."

The words fell, and the sound of shaking the keychain sounded.

In the crisp and pleasant sound of metal collision, two pieces of paper and pens were pushed into the sponge house by the guards.

Harrison lay on the creaking plank bed without looking at it; Jones staggered over and took the pen and paper.

The former's attitude made the warden frown. He had already figured out what tricks to use to deal with the stubborn people, but it was the attitude of the leader Jones, which made him nod his head, and a gratified smile appeared on his face. .

According to the above statement, Jones is the most stubborn of the rebels. He has been imprisoned many times. If there were not a few nobles running for him outside, he would have been imprisoned to death.

In addition, he was the leader of the movement, a literati propagating dangerous ideas, compared to Harrison's second-in-command.

I thought I needed to put all kinds of torture tools on it, but this "hard bone" voluntarily flinched.

Oh, it doesn't live up to its name.

A contemptuous smile appeared on the warden's face.

Then, the smile froze.

"The land, which it occupies for the landlord,

The ocean, it is in the hands of the merchant;

The mines fill the creditors' chests,

What else is mine?

...

Barracks, altars, and courts,

The sons of Fuja come and go freely:

Civil and martial arts belong to them,

What else is mine?"

Jones wrote the poem in advance that he had been thinking about for a long time to be published in the workers' newspaper.

How could he surrender!

This secret detention has strengthened Jones' belief that he must unite all forces, not only in Wudu, but also with other cities and even the international community to form a volunteer team of workers and smash the old order to smithereens.

At the same time, the sound of shredding paper was particularly evident in the silence. It was spurned by civilized society. The spiked basket, which had long been banned, was brought over by two guards.

This murderous thing composed of iron nails and wood, just by looking at it, I feel that my whole body hurts, and there is a dark red substance that has dried up.

Vaguely, you can see a group of souls from a hundred years ago, attached to the torture tool, roaring and howling.

"It's finally here..."

Harrison and Jones sighed in their hearts, they would never betray the workers.

"Don't kill people, it will be very troublesome."

The warden showed a bloodthirsty smile. He liked these retro old objects very much. What's more, they were not imitations, but antiques "invited" from the storage room at the bottom of the prison.

It is foreseeable that the two fighters who are full of ideals and sense of justice will be tortured by torturers.

At this "crisis" moment, someone appeared and came to rescue the partner.

As early as half an hour ago, Pan Ming was sitting next to the warden, ready to say, in a shadow, watching everything happen.

As a night watchman who was temporarily transferred, he adapts well to his new abilities and continues to develop them in depth. As long as his inspiration is not as high as his existence, it is impossible to detect it.

boom!

boom!

Muffled one after another.

The guards in the prison fell one after another, and the warden fell down before he could issue an order.

Pan Ming is not used to this guy. Although he didn't kill anyone, his strength is not light. The best situation for the warden is to get rescue in time, and then meet a reliable surgeon to give him a prescription. cranial surgery to remove the hematoma,

Otherwise, this life can only be accompanied by wheelchairs and children's toys.

"You two, I'm not too late."

After observing for so long, Pan Ming discovered that the leaders of the two brother associations were indeed mortals, and one of them also suffered from rheumatism.

"Thank you for your rescue. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com" Mr. Jones showed surprise, and was immediately replaced by surprise, "I thought that Mr. Zhou would send someone to carry out the rescue, but I didn't expect you to be one step ahead of them. "

Mr. Zhou?

Pan Ming frowned. He thought of an old friend whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

"Who is that?"

Seeing that Pan Ming was interested in Mr. Zhou, Jones did not hide it. The fact that the other party could come here to rescue him proved his attitude.

"A tavern owner, who secretly formed an armed force, and another Mr. Du, who jointly lead the most radical group of people in the Brotherhood."

"By the way, like you and Mr. Lu, they are all oriental faces."

At this point, Jones noticed that the people who brought him the greatest help were all from the other side of the world.

Could it be that there are many heroes there?

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