Normally, this accident should have ended here, but I never expected that this countess had some mental illness.
what is it then? He just has a serious mysophobia!
She could bear the pain of losing money, but she could never bear such a dirty insult. Mouthfuls of thick phlegm were spat on her body, which soon caused her to completely collapse emotionally.
Ah... the old woman screamed and jumped up from the ground. She waved her arms desperately, trying to bounce off all the thick phlegm and saliva that flew over.
"Why are you doing this to me? I didn't do anything wrong. Your brother was a short-lived ghost who died in the marble workshop. I haven't held him accountable yet, so why don't you come to me!"
"Because of him, his dirty blood contaminated my most precious marble sculpture. As a result, the customer asked for a refund, and I lost more than a thousand francs! I am obviously the one who has been wronged, okay? Why do you still insult me like this? ?”
The old woman surrounded by the crowd screamed and waved her arms on the spot, looking like a crazy praying mantis from a distance.
These words suddenly ignited the anger in the hearts of the people around them, and they suddenly became violent. "What did you say? Our brother is dead, and you still want to hold us accountable?"
"In your eyes, is a human life not as valuable as one of your statues?"
"You poisonous snake in hell, how dare you say that my brother's blood is dirty! I'll beat you to death!" At this time, the angry crowd swarmed around and threatened to kill him.
"Everyone, stop! Everyone, stop! If this woman dies here today, all of you will be expelled from the union. Our guild absolutely does not want thugs like you."
"Calm down, calm down, calm down!"
A ring of six or seven union leaders and organizers holding hands protected the countess and her entourage.
These leaders relied on their usual prestige to block the angry crowd!
But the people around them have fallen into irrational fanaticism. In group incidents, the rationality of a single person is often very weak, and the choices of most people will form a herd mentality with great coercion power.
Someone in the crowd shouted, "We don't have to kill her, but we must take this breath. Why do we say that the blood of our working class is dirty?"
"What's the difference between those people and us? It's just that they have a little more money than us. Even if you wear 10,000 francs of fine clothes, you are still wrapped in your stinky skin! And your souls are 10,000 times lower than us. !”
"That's right! Take off her clothes! Throw her on the street! Let people see the true face of this old and ugly woman!"
The crazy workers broke through the wall of organizers, and they swarmed up and surrounded the old woman.
People reached out to grab her hair and tore her clothes. Someone took out a knife from their pocket and even started to shave the woman's hair and eyebrows.
Stab... Stab... The gorgeous clothes were torn into pieces. The old woman with chicken skin and gray hair desperately covered her body, but he couldn't hold back the opponent's overwhelming numbers.
Her hair and even her eyebrows were cut off, piece by piece, like a ghost shaving her head.
In less than three minutes, the old woman was stripped down to a naked pig and was thrown on the street, where she was laughed at by everyone.
"Hahaha! Is this what a noble looks like? Without those gorgeous clothes, who do you think you are? Look at those death spots and wrinkles on your body. You are uglier than a pig in a pigsty!"
Hahaha! The crowd burst into laughter! He found that humiliating these noble women was more satisfying than killing them directly.
The faces of several union leaders were livid with anger. They took off their suits, threw them on the women, and then drove these workers away. "Have you forgotten all the tasks? Père Lachaise Cemetery is our destination! Ours The purpose is to demonstrate, not to compete with these women here!"
"The farce should be over. Let's go quickly. Don't linger here. Let's go immediately!"
The marchers restored order and continued to move forward. The leaders of the trade unions breathed a sigh of relief to each other. In any case, no bloodshed occurred, which was a blessing in misfortune.
But none of them expected that there would be a few figures among the people demonstrating, but they had been watching the scene in front of them coldly.
An ordinary worker wearing a peaked cap said in the lowest voice to the worker next to him, "Hasn't the order been issued yet? Just now was a good opportunity to take action!"
"Wait a minute, wait a minute! I just saw it. There are no marks on the wall at the corner. The code command has not been issued yet. We can't act rashly!"
While he was talking, the worker's eyes suddenly lit up. He found a very ordinary three-story building on the left side of the street, with a few simple geometric symbols drawn with red chalk on the door of the first floor.
The symbol is very small, and most people will not notice it at all. Even if they notice it, they will think it is just a child's graffiti. However, this symbol has extremely important meaning in the eyes of these workers.
The peaked cap couldn't hold back his excitement and said in a low voice, "The order has finally come, and 'Operation Color' will now officially begin!"
Not only this one demonstration team got the order to take action, but all the secret lurkers in all the demonstration teams on the streets of Paris got the order to start action!
Cap and the other four workers took advantage of the unpreparedness and quietly moved to the sides and rear of the parade. They gradually began to break away from the large group and quickly walked towards the end of the parade.
At this time, the countess, who had been stripped into a naked pig, was still sitting on the ground crying bitterly. Her housekeeper and groom were carefully supporting her.
"Madam, the carriage has been smashed. We can only walk back. I will go to the store on the roadside to buy you some clothes. Don't cry. Let's get out of this ghost place!"
Just at this time! The five workers who broke away from the large group suddenly broke off wooden sticks from the fences of the houses on both sides of the road.
"Blood debt must be paid with blood! You murderer and executioner! Beat him to death."
The peaked cap yelled, and with four of his men, he rushed forward with great strides! The wooden stick in his hand was smashed down hard.
ah! The old woman's screams were mixed with the banging sound of the wooden stick being rounded and hit on her body!
The arms of the five workers are so thick that they are almost as thick as an average person’s thighs! The wooden stick was rounded and made a whirring sound in the air.
Bang bang bang, the wooden stick was broken after only three or four hits. The old woman's head was covered with blood, and even the housekeeper and the groom were knocked to the ground!
The peaked hat dropped half of the wooden stick, rounded his fist, and smashed it down on his head and face.
"I told you not to treat us workers as human beings! I told you to treat you as vampires! I'll beat you to death..."
During the beating and kicking, the countess, her maid, housekeeper and groom all fell into a pool of blood, unable to fight back. At this time, the beeping sirens rang, and a group of Paris policemen rushed out from the alley. They rounded up their batons and rushed forward.
"Stop! Stop all you thugs!"
