At this time, all the eyes were black, and in the midst of the black people, the four white people were really too eye-catching, as if the four big white sheep were placed in front of a bunch of big bad wolves.

As soon as the gunshots rang out everywhere, the crackling sound and the pungent smell of gunpowder swarmed from all directions like a tide, and the people in the wide square lost their minds in an instant and began to flee frantically, but many of them ran towards the conspicuous four lighthouses, and almost in the blink of an eye, they scattered Lance and the others.

Lance could clearly feel that someone was slapping his pocket, and the theft method had no technology at all, that is, he rushed into Lance's arms with his strength, and then groped in his pocket with both hands, and there was more than one person, obviously trying to take advantage of the chaos to rob.

But Lance had been prepared for it, and he wore a shabby dark gray linen shirt to-day, with only fifty dollars of change in the two pockets of his trousers—just to deal with the special situation of the kid just now, and nothing else. So at this time, Lance didn't intend to pay attention to the thieves at all, but shouted to his scattered companions, "Roadside! Roadside! ”

Lance beckoned to Percy and the others as he moved towards the side of the road. Percy, Albert, and Hayden were all dealing with such a scene for the first time, and they seemed to be a little scrambling, relying on their own strength superiority, and recklessly rushing in the direction where Lance was.

Before Lance and the others ran to the side of the road, a few people chased and ran out in the alley not far ahead, and the chasing and fleeing parties all fired their guns in a desperate manner, ignoring the innocent crowd gathered around them, and the bullets without any crosshairs were flying in the air, causing a scream of fear. The sense of hell on earth came to my face.

In the midst of the bullets, the thieves around Lance immediately dispersed, and fled swiftly towards the alley by the side of the road, like antelopes that had disappeared into the forest. The sound of "whooshing" bullets flew in his ears, and even hit the room behind him, splashing large patches of dirt, smashing on his body, and a sting pain swept over, but Lance didn't care about these at all, the group of chasing outlaws was getting closer and closer, their running had no fixed direction, and they almost fled in any gap.

Lance looked back and saw that Donald had entered the room behind him, standing in the doorway, waving anxiously at Lance. Lance hurriedly looked back and saw that Hayden and Percy had already run over, and he hurriedly shouted, "House, enter the house!" But Albert was still two steps slower, and Lance didn't have time to explain, so he ran straight over and pushed Albert forward directly from behind.

Albert only felt that his body was out of control moving forward, like a train without brakes, rampage forward, staggering all the way, and when his body entered the house, he mixed garlic under his feet, and the whole person rolled forward and fell to the ground, and the house suddenly turned on his back.

Lance quickly entered the room, turned around and locked the door of the room, without even waiting for him to catch his breath, "Bang! Bang! Two gunshots hit the outer wall of the house in succession, and another burst of dirt peeled off, and even the glass windows began to vibrate, followed by a loud "bang", and the wooden door was directly pierced. Lance reflexively squatted down, turned around and hid under the stove next to him, his heart pounding violently in his chest, making his fingertips begin to tremble uncontrollably, Lance clenched his fist fiercely and bit the tip of his tongue hard, the intense pain calmed down the whole person.

The sound of gunfire outside the room still cracked in a haphazard manner, but it faded away until it faded into thin air.

Lance exhaled a long breath at this time, and a light breeze blew, and he shivered twice, and he realized that there was a cold sweat behind his back just now.

It was only now that Lance began to look at the room—the so-called four walls of the house, which were more or less the four walls, with three rooms in the whole room, but without any ornamentation, and a wooden bed on each side, with a thin printed sheet stacked on the bed; Now in the hall where they were, there was only one table, lonely against the wall, and in the corner was a large pile of neatly stacked miniature rag dolls, taking up almost two-thirds of the space.

Albert, Percy, and Hayden crouched in front of the pile of rag dolls, and a few of them fell to the ground in a mess; There were two black women squatting next to them, a middle-aged woman and a young girl, both of whom were holding a bunch of rag dolls in their arms, still holding needles and threads in their hands, and then leaning against the corner of the wall and curling up tightly, their bodies were trembling, but they were still unwilling to let go of the rag dolls in their arms.

Lance looked up at Donald, who was standing in the doorway of the room on the left, and tried to inquire about the situation. Although Lance had lived in Rio de Janeiro for a period of time every year and had visited the City of God a lot, he had seen most of the situations depicted in the "City of God", but this was the first time he had experienced a shootout.

But before Lance could speak, he saw the group of children behind Donald, and there were already three of them in sight, all of them hiding under the bed, hugging their knees tightly, and a pair of large black and white eyes staring at Lance's every move through the angle formed by the room and the door frame.

For them, this group of strangers is an intruder.

At that moment, there was another commotion outside the house, and someone was shouting, "Where? Where is it? Then came a jumble of voices. Lance, who was fairly proficient in Portuguese, captured a few words, "white...... Improper purposes...... Enemy ......" The chaotic sound drew closer and closer to the room, causing everyone in the room to exchange glances in horror, but no one knew what to do.

There's not even a place to hide.

Donald was also flustered at this time, which is also the trickiest part of the City of God. If you meet the boss, you can negotiate and exchange interests, even if the negotiation collapses, the matter can at least be controlled; But when it comes to those ignorant and fearless thugs, there is no reason at all, and there is no reason at all, and the weapons in their hands are like bombs that don't know when they will detonate, and no one can predict them - even the ** boss.

"Pong Pong", there was almost no gap to breathe, and a violent knock came over the door, "Open the door!" /Open the Door! The arrogant voice roared outside, and the air in the whole room seemed to freeze, "A few white people have just hid in, we have all seen it, they are all bad guys with bad intentions, we are going to pull them out and parade them!" ”

"And then shoot again."

"Yes, and then shoot again! Sue others, we are not even afraid of white people, hahahaha! There was a burst of laughter, Lance turned his head to look at a few friends, everyone was staring at each other, but in the face of such a situation, no one could come up with a solution, Donald stood next to him, hugged his head tightly, and muttered "Calm down!" Ponder! Think fast! "Apparently helpless.

Xiucai met Bing, and he couldn't explain it clearly. That's probably the way it is now.

The sound of machine-gun fire rang out without warning, causing everyone in the room to bow their heads and hug each other, and the sound of a child crying came, but it was quickly covered with a whimper. Lance looked up, and then he saw the pair of tearful eyes, it was just a child of three or four years old, his mouth was tightly covered by a child who looked to be fifteen or sixteen years old next to him, but the tears still couldn't stop falling.

"Bang!" A loud bang broke the balance and silence in the room, and the door was directly kicked open, and the wooden door looked like papier-mâché, and was kicked in half, lying on the ground lonely and miserable, kicking up a cloud of sawdust and dust, and then a group of people swarmed into the house, "Come out, all come out!" You hateful marauders, colonizers! Get out of here! ”

Countless muzzles were aimed at everyone in the room, and the muzzles of the black holes could even smell the smell of gunpowder, which slowly spread in the air; The cheers from outside the room were heard with great clarity, "White man, white man caught!" Then there was a burst of laughter, and a joyful and exuberant emotion came through the walls of the room...... The sense of crisis of walking a tightrope at a high altitude hit my heart, this is simply an unsolvable situation, it seems that as long as a little rash action will trigger a bloody case; But if they don't do anything, they may face the end of their lives.

The scenes outlined in the "City of God" are presented more clearly in the brain than ever before.

He never swallowed his anger, and he never gave up lightly. Lance clenched his fists hard, and the warmth of his palms made his hands extremely slippery, as if he couldn't use all his strength; The cold sweat behind him was completely blown dry, and only a thin layer of goosebumps remained; Then, Lance took a deep breath...... Just stood up.

"Hulala", Lance's movements moved his whole body, and in an instant all the guns were aimed at Lance, and everyone stared at him vigilantly and nervously. In such a tense moment, Lance actually had an untimely sense of ridiculous joy, and the first thought in his mind was that they were really unprofessional, and it was obviously not wise for all the guns to be pointed at him alone, and there were so many strong men eyeing him around.

Thinking of this, the smile on the corner of Lance's mouth was outlined, and then slowly bloomed, like the sun shining little by little behind the layers of clouds, so that the extremely tight smell of gunpowder in the room slowly dissipated. Lance put his hands in his trouser pockets and calmly looked at the group of guns in front of him with a hint of mockery, "So, that's how you treat guests?" ”