any people were also injured in the melee, especially those police officers who were unlucky enough to confront the miners. They could have saved their lives. Already very lucky.

Suddenly, a gunshot made the chaotic battlefield calm down. A tall and burly miner among the crowd was seen clutching his chest and falling to the ground. The pickaxe in his hand fell with a clang. On the ground.
“This is a warning. If anyone else tries to resist, they will be killed.”
/I saw a man wearing the uniform of a senior police officer with a golden police badge on his shoulder, standing on top of a carriage on the roadside and shouting. He was holding a pistol with white smoke in his hand.
At his feet, beside the carriage, there was a row of more than twenty police officers, each holding a pistol and pointing straight at the crowd.
There was another gunshot, and in full view of everyone, the police officer standing on the carriage fell down, with a clear bullet hole on his temple.
Looking in the direction of the gunfire, I saw a man wearing a black shirt, black leather pants, a black cloak, black fencing gloves on his hands, and long black soft leather boots on his feet. Even the mysterious man whose face was covered with a black silk scarf was standing on the roof at the corner of the street. He also held a smoking pistol in his hand.
The more than twenty policemen turned their guns at the same time and pointed them at the mysterious man. The other policemen also pressed against the street and moved closer.
The mysterious man seemed to ignore the approaching danger at all, and still stood on the roof, shouting towards this side: “What you just saw is also a warning. Everyone who works for the Beru people, I can understand your mood. You How many of them really like the Beru people? The reason why you are here is just to save a job. Why are you working so hard and fighting to the death with your compatriots?
“For all of you who are full of enthusiasm, I also have a warning that you may not be willing to listen to. Do you think that shouting a few slogans can make the Beru people withdraw from here? In this world, everything is about strength.”
This mysterious man’s voice seemed a little hoarse, nasally, and a little deep. All of these together gave this voice a sense of maturity and even vicissitudes of life.
As the mysterious man spoke, he stared at the police officers approaching him. On the contrary, he did not pay much attention to the police officers who pointed their pistols at him.
Everything went as expected. Some of the police officers who dared to approach were gathered at the opposite street corner, the corner that they couldn’t see. The other part circled and groped from behind them.
A smile appeared on the corner of the mysterious man’s mouth, and his prey had entered the trap.
A burst of horse neighing startled everyone, and only a police carriage was seen. For some reason, four horses were suddenly frightened at the same time and started galloping wildly.
With a loud bang, a huge signboard supported by