Chapter 615 Hero
"Never intend to retreat meanly, or be a shameless person; as long as the pulse in my heart is beating, I will rush forward bravely and proudly."
Jones, a freedom fighter for the working people, the poor, roared in his heart.
Apparently, he has been arrested and imprisoned.
The charge was treason, and the whistleblower was a noble young man. He had stopped to listen to those dangerous speeches, and was touched in his heart, but after thinking about it, sympathizing with the poor conflicted with his own interests, so he gave Jones, a dangerous person, to the police. Sent to prison.
Partner Harrison was locked up next door.
The two are currently being held at No. 4 Clerk Road, a "sponge house" near Court Street.
It was a vivid nickname, reserved for poor people who couldn't repay their loan sharks, and were imprisoned until they paid off their debts.
"You'll soon find that it's like a sponge, squeezing everything out of you!"
That's what every debtor who got away with getting away with it from the hell would say.
Because, if you want to live with dignity in this kind of place, you must have money. First you have to pay the prison guards to send a small stove to the dank, gloomy little room, and then you have to find a way to satisfy your creditors and make a deal with them.
It's just that Jones and Harrison are not among them, and the warden has received instructions not to make them feel better.
Therefore, the windows had no glass, and the fire was not heated, and the wind was biting, making it difficult for Jones, who was already suffering from severe rheumatism, to walk.
Not far away, legal expert Harrison found that he had underestimated the shamelessness of politicians and capitalists, and no matter how much he quoted legal provisions to fight for the most basic rights, he did not respond at all.
"Want to go out?"
A voice full of arrogance came, and the tone could not hide its superiority, "Why do you two have trouble with me? A nobleman and a well-known scholar obviously have a good life, but they insist on treason."
Treason?
If it is treason to try to give 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 open his mouth. There were too many tricks to bear next, and he had to save as much energy as possible.
Outside the prison gate, the warden with a big belly put his hands on his hips, and continued to say in a compassionate tone: "As long as you two promise to give up your evil and dangerous beliefs, and sign a statement that you will no longer participate in political activities, you can be free. "
"Release immediately."
After the words fell, the sound of shaking the keychain sounded.
Amidst the crisp and pleasant sound of metal clashing, two sets of paper and pens were pushed into the sponge house by the guards.
Harrison lay on the creaking plank bed without even looking at it; Jones staggered over to take the pen and paper.
The attitude of the former made the warden frown. He had already figured out what tricks he should use to deal with the stubborn people. On the contrary, it was the attitude of the leader Jones, which made him nod his head, and a gratifying smile appeared on his face .
According to the above, Jones is the most stubborn of the rebels, and has been imprisoned many times. If there were not a few nobles running outside for him, he would have been imprisoned to death.
In addition, he was the leader of the movement, a literary man who promoted dangerous ideas, compared with Harrison's only second-in-command.
I thought it was necessary to use all kinds of torture instruments, but this "hard bone" flinched consciously.
Oh, the name is not worthy of the name.
A contemptuous smile appeared on the warden's face.
Immediately afterwards, the smile froze.
"The land, which is usurped by the landowners,
The sea, it's in the hand of the merchant;
Mines fill the coffers of creditors,
What else is mine?
………
Barracks, altars, and courts,
The son of Fuja comes and goes freely:
Civil and military skills belong to them,
What else is mine?"
Jones wrote ahead of time the poems he had been mulling over for publication in the workers' newspapers.
How could he surrender!
This secret detention has strengthened Jones' belief that he must unite all forces, not only in Fog City, but also with other cities and even the international community to form a worker volunteer team and smash the old order to pieces.
At the same time, the sound of shredding paper was particularly obvious in the silence. Two guards brought over the spiked hanging basket, which was cast aside by civilized society and banned by law.
Just looking at this murderous thing made of iron nails and wood, you can feel pain all over your body, and there is still a dried dark red substance on it.
In the vagueness, a group of souls from a hundred years ago can be seen, attached to the torture equipment, roaring and howling.
"It's finally coming..."
Harrison and Jones sighed in their hearts, they would never betray the workers.
"Don't kill people, it will be troublesome."
The warden showed a bloodthirsty smile. He liked these 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 full of ideals and a sense of justice will be tortured by cruel officials.
At this "critical" moment, someone appeared and came to save the partner.
As early as half an hour ago, Pan Ming was sitting next to the warden. To be precise, he was in the shadows, watching everything happen.
As a night watchman with a temporary job change, he has adapted to the new ability very well, and has continued to develop it in depth. As long as the inspiration is not high enough to be equal to him, it is impossible to notice it.
boom!
boom!
There was a muffled sound after another.
The guards in the prison fell down one after another, and the warden fell down before he could give orders.
Pan Ming didn't get used to this guy. Although he didn't beat him to death, his strength was not light. The best thing for the warden is to get rescued in time, and then meet a reliable surgeon to give him an opening. Cranial surgery to remove the hematoma,
Otherwise, this life can only be accompanied by wheelchairs and children's toys.
"You two, I'm not late."
After observing for so long, Pan Ming discovered that the leaders of the two brothers' associations were indeed mortals, and one of them suffered from rheumatism.
"Thank you for your rescue." Mr. Jones showed surprise, which was soon replaced by surprise, "I thought it would be Mr. Zhou who sent people 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 came here to rescue him proved his attitude.
"A tavern owner, he secretly formed an armed force, and another Mr. Du, who jointly led the most radical group of people in the brotherhood."
"By the way, like you and Mr. Lu, they all have oriental faces."
Having said that, Jones noticed that the people who helped him the most were all from the other side of the world.
Could it be that there are many heroes there?