Chapter 230: Why not be afraid of this magical artifact?

In the Guangzhou Association of Shizi Hutong, more than a dozen democratic leaders including Yang Quyun, Sun Yat-sen, Chen Shaobai, Lu Haodong were discussing in the house how to deal with the aggressive situation of the constitutionalists.

Yang Quyun was the president of Xingzhong and sat in the first place. He glanced around, frowned, sighed, and said slowly: "I didn't expect Ye Zhikui's prestige is so high. Yu Shishi didn't expect that those foolish villagers did not understand the political system and followed those who were good at ease to stir up. It seems that the day of China's democracy is far away."

Sun Yat-sen echoed: "Kang Youwei and others only know that the achievements of following the dragon today, regardless of the benefits of the country in the future, is really hateful. Now we cannot directly write to the Grand Marshal to state the pros and cons. Once the "Persuading Association" joins forces with various provinces to petition the Grand Marshal to bewitch the Grand Marshal to become emperor, then the Grand Marshal, who is still sober, will be deceived by him and put on a yellow robe."

"Shaobai, you are good at guessing people's thoughts. According to your opinion, what does Ye Zhikui think? In fact, with his current status and reputation, even if a democratic republic government is established, the position of president cannot be escaped." Yang Quyun looked at Chen Shaobai who was bowing his head and pondering, and asked out loud.

Chen Shaobai came back to his senses, thought for a while, and said, "I think the Grand Marshal is in a difficult position. He can say that he was able to ascend the throne first and then say anything else. But he did not do so, but invited people with aspirations from all provinces to discuss the national system. From this, we can see that the Grand Marshal is not really urgent about the throne, but as the president said, there are often many things that cannot be controlled. If the Grand Marshal sees representatives of each province support him to ascend the throne, I am afraid that the saints will not be spared."

"In this way, the key is to let the Grand Marshal hear the voice of opposition." Lu Haodong pointed it out incisively.

Others were about to express their opinions, but the door to the conference room was unexpectedly pushed open.

"President, everyone, something big happened. Kang Youwei and others led tens of thousands of people to rush towards the guild hall in a fierce manner." The guards of the Guangzhou guild hall said anxiously with a pale face and panic.

Everyone was disgusted.

"Kang Nanhai is crazy, who gave him such a courage to gather all living beings?" Sun Yat-sen stood up and slapped the table in anger.

"Let's go out and see what's going on!" Yang Quyun walked towards the door with one horse in front. He thought he was walking straight and sitting straight, and did nothing out of the ordinary.

Kang Youwei led the crowd of dark people with great enthusiasm and strided towards the Guangzhou Guild Hall. Along the way, more and more people watching the fun joined in.

Everyone talked about it, and the more things became more bizarre. From the beginning, it was rumored that Sun Yat-sen and other democrats sent people to insult the Grand Marshal in public and murdered people in the street.

To the end.

"What? Yang Quyun, Xingzhonghui, blatantly killed hundreds of people."

"It's amazing. Sun Yat-sen and others are about to rebel and kill thousands of patrol officers."

Kang Youwei was the first to wait for the news from Liu Shipei. He didn't think about it or discuss it with Yang Du and others. He decided to summon the people on the spot and go to the Guangzhou Guild Hall, asking Sun Yat-sen and others to give an explanation and hand over the murderer. In short, the bigger the matter, the better, and it would be best to ruin the reputation of Sun Yat-sen and others.

Even so, there were rumors that Sun Yat-sen and others were about to rebel, and he was so happy that his mouth broke open. See how you go against me in the future.

The massive team left the patrol and supervisor helpless.

Under the responsibility, a commander gritted his teeth and ordered the patrol officers to spare the crowd and stop him.

More than a thousand patrolmen held hands and stood at the intersection.

What is depressing is that although the military and civilian family of the military government has won the hearts of the people for themselves, these people are not so afraid of the patrol police, not to mention that they seem to be several times more likely to be patrol police!

The inmate stood in front and had just spoken out, "Everyone, leave this matter to our patrol supervisor."

Then he was drowned in the shouts of the crowd.

I don’t know who called out the Grand Marshal first, and then the slogans changed from different to tens of thousands of people shouting loudly in unison.

"Master Marshal!"

"Master Marshal!"

The shouts of tens of thousands of people were naturally full of momentum and unstoppable, like a god's help. The masses ignored the patrol officers and rushed forward directly. More than a thousand patrol officers in black uniforms were submerged in the vast crowd for a moment, and no waves aroused.

The patrolman was wrapped in the crowd, and the patrolman was still seeing the opportunity early and dodged to the side, but he didn't dare to let other patrolmen go and stop him.

"Master Marshal! Master Marshal!" Seeing that the patrol officers were dispersed, the crowd's call became louder.

As soon as Yang Quyun and his group left the entrance of the guild, they saw such a shocking situation.

"This," Sun Yat-sen no longer knows how to express his feelings in words. If he had known Ye Zhikui was very prestigious, he would finally have an intuitive understanding today. Unfortunately, he and others seemed to stand opposite to the masses.

Chen Shaobai and others were still confused, and the parades were not far from the Guangzhou Guild Hall. Once the angry parade arrived, Sun Yat-sen and others would become disabled even if they did not die today.

When the crowd found Yang Quyun and others, they were even more angry and turned from walking to running in small steps.

"Steal the murderer, hand over the murderer!"

Sun Yat-sen looked confused, looked left and right, and murmured: "Are they talking about us?"

Fortunately, Zhao Bingjun arrived in time, and behind him were five hundred elite patrolmen with guns and ammunition. Originally, there were more than these patrol supervisors, but the experienced Zhao Bingjun still sent a large number of patrolmen to search the city with the first step of finding the real murderer. In his eyes, it was estimated that Sun Yat-sen and others were not as valuable as the murderer. The reason why Zhao Bingjun asked the Imperial Guards for help was because he thought of this. The army could not arrest the murderer, and his patrol supervisor was not enough.

At the order of Zhao Bingjun, more than 500 patrol officers hurriedly surrounded the Guangzhou Guild Hall.

Yang Quyun knew him and hurriedly stepped forward to ask, but unfortunately he didn't wait for him to speak. Zhao Bingjun waved his hand and stopped him, "You have something to say until later. Let's deal with the matter in front of you first."

The masses were almost here, and Zhao Bingjun frowned. Why is the Imperial Guard still missing? The current situation is no longer something that one or two people can control. The angry crowd does not give others a chance to speak.

"Shot a gun to the sky to warn!" Zhao Bingjun gave the order without vaguely.

The patrolman pointed the gun into the air. After a few seconds, a gunshot sounded, and it turned out to be temporarily overwhelmed the crowd's cry.

The crowd was stunned and a little surprised.

Zhao Bingjun jumped to a step.

"People, please listen to me."

"Master Marshal, Master Marshal!" The honest and ordinary people became smarter, and used magical tools to interrupt Zhao Bingjun's speech, and rushed forward at the same time.

Kang Youwei shrank back guiltily, and he began to find that things were beyond his control.

Zhao Bingjun secretly cursed in his heart, saying that he really dared not shoot and kill the parade masses.

Boom, bang, the salute started.

Wang Huaiqing, the commander of the Imperial Guard, ran over with more than 3,000 Imperial Guards in great strides.

"We are the people's soldiers, defending our country, and are a good man with strong blood...." The Imperial Guards appeared very cool. First, the salutes were opened, shocking the audience, and then sang loud military songs.

The Imperial Guards were so powerful that the patrol team could not compare with it. The turbulent crowd finally calmed down and looked at the army in surprise.

Zhao Bingjun secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and Wang Huaiqing hurriedly walked forward and handed the horn.

He looked at Wang Huaiqing with gratitude, and Zhao Bingjun took it and continued his speech just now.

"Friends, brothers, I am Zhao Bingjun, the chief police chief of the Patrol Superintendent! I express my deep regret and anger at the bloodshed that happened this morning. However, please believe in the government and the Patrol Superintendent. We must give you a reasonable explanation. Now, I will arrest these suspects and take them back for investigation. Our Patrol Superintendent will never let a murderer go, nor will an innocent person be wronged. Now, please disperse, and soon, we will make the investigation results public."

After Zhao Bingjun finished speaking, he ignored the reaction of the masses, turned around, pointed at Yang Quyun and his group, shouting: "Come on, suppress these people first."

Then he whispered: "Everyone, please forgive me for being unreasonable. Now that you have seen the situation, it is important to get out first. I will explain it to you later."

Sun Yat-sen and others' expressions changed, but when they saw the angry people in front of them, they remained silent and cooperated with the patrol officers.

Seeing that the people from the Guangzhou Guild Hall were arrested, the crowd made cheers, and Kang Youwei turned around and wanted to leave quickly, but Zhao Bingjun's eyes were really sharp and he saw him in the crowd.

"Brother Nanhai, please come with us."

Kang Youwei smiled awkwardly and replied, "It's easy to say, it's easy to say."

Seeing that Kang Youwei was also asked to question, Sun Yat-sen's expression improved a little.

The Imperial Guards were afraid that the people would rush to the death again, so they watched the crowd slowly disperse, while Zhao Bingjun took Yang Quyun and others to leave first.

"General, things have made progress." Zhao Bingjun was still on the way, and the patrol and supervisors came to report to him and said in his ear.

"Oh, I found those murderers." Zhao Bingjun was delighted.

"The people were found, but they were all killed. There were sixteen murderers, not many, and not many, all of them were poisoned and killed in a jade shop in the East Suburbs."

"What a cruel method, I'll kill someone so quickly." Zhao Bingjun's face turned cold and he continued to ask: "Have you ever been passive at the scene?"

"No, wait for the Chief, to check it out."

"Very good, let's go!" Zhao Bingjun first ordered other patrol officers to take Sun Yat-sen and others to the patrol officer, while he led more than a dozen detectives to the scene of the murder and silence.

Half an hour later, Zhao Bingjun appeared in the jade shop in the eastern suburbs.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw sixteen murderers lying next to a big table, the dead man's face turned purple, obviously he died of poisoning.

"Have the owner of the jade shop found it? Is the identity of the murderer confirmed?" Zhao Bingjun asked several questions in a row.

"If you go back to the general manager, the boss's family died in the backyard. It has been confirmed that the death date was last night. The identity of the murderer is still under investigation, but I believe it will be found soon."

Zhao Bingjun could smell a faint smell of wine, but there was no wine jar or wine bowl on the table. It was obviously cleaned up by the silencer.

"Please carry a corpse back for dissection, wait, what is this?" Zhao Bingjun paused and saw a corpse covered with a crooked font. It was obviously written by the murderer who bit his finger before he died.

"Qing, green clothes? The one who destroyed people came from the east? Qing Gang?" Zhao Bingjun murmured to himself, with several guesses on his face.
Chapter completed!