"Audience friends in front of the TV, good afternoon, I am now standing at the intersection of the City of God, through the lens, we can see that the armed forces are still on full alert......" With the introduction of the host, the camera turned to the front, and saw a bunch of broken oil barrels piled up in the fortress, behind which there were more than a dozen people standing faintly, all of them were holding heavy machine guns in their hands, aiming at the direction of the entrance, but those people did not hold the machine guns, but jumped up and down in the back, and seemed to be very excited, He even waved to the camera, "They are demonstrating to us at this time, I believe that if we go one step further, they will shoot immediately......" The host's introduction did not pause, and continued to be introduced.

The host of Rio de Janeiro TV arrived and was reporting live, with more than six million people tuning in in front of the television.

At this moment, a young man with a flat head walked quickly behind the host, and he suddenly reached out, grabbed a gold necklace around the host's neck, and pulled it hard. The host was taken aback, the live broadcast was immediately interrupted, he covered his chest and began to struggle, the cameraman carrying the camera recorded this qiē with the lens, obviously also frightened by such a bold act, the camera lens began to shake vigorously, and the murmur next to him came, "Help her, quick, help her......"

The young man dragged the gold necklace off, and then ran away quickly, and the camera lens was turned upside down for a while, so that people could not see it clearly, and only a jumbled shouting and gasping could be heard.

Everyone who was watching TV in front of the TV set out to exclaim, although everyone knew that the local security in Rio de Janeiro was very bad, robbers, thieves, and drug/traffickers were rampant, but the real robbery staged during the live TV broadcast was far beyond imagination and made people stunned.

Xavier-Ulliel stood in front of the television, looking up at the ironic scene, and shook his head slightly, not knowing what words to use to describe the situation, "Welcome to Rio." A voice came from beside him, which made Javier reflexively turn his head, and then he saw the middle-aged man standing in front of him, and he took the initiative to stretch out his right hand, "Martin Artur, I just heard, you are looking for me?" ”

Javier hurriedly shook hands with the other party, "Hello, I'm Javier Ulliel, a New York Times correspondent based in Rio de Janeiro. ”

Martin looked Javier up and down with some suspicion, not that he didn't believe what Javier said, but Javier didn't look like a reporter at all, a light blue tank top with a pair of beach pants with a white pattern, and a pair of black beach slippers with clip-on feet, this look was completely a tourist who came on vacation, how could it be a reporter?

Javier was also helpless.

Although he was an expatriate correspondent for the New York Times, he was only a prestige, and in fact it was more like he had been exiled to Brazil. For the United States, South America is more like their backyard, where there is a lot of news happening every day, but very few make it to the top pages of the mainstream media in the United States.

Javier spent three years in Rio de Janeiro, and almost every day he would send news back to New York, but only a handful of them were adopted, and he was almost forgotten on the land, and all his ambitions and intentions had been gradually smoothed out from his previous ambitions to his current laziness.

Today, Javier is indeed basking in the sun on the beach, and if he hadn't accidentally seen the live news when he went to buy cigarettes, he would not have appeared in the office of the "Brazilian Globo". Javier had just been running almost all the way, because his sense of news told him: this was his opportunity, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! He had to hold on, hold tightly.

However, these words of Havel naturally cannot be sued by Martin.

Javier pulled out a card from the side pocket of his beach pants and handed it to Martin, "Here's my business card." At the same time, it is also his magic weapon for picking up girls, so he must carry it with him.

Martin took it, looked at it for a while, and after confirming the basic information, he retracted his gaze, "So, what is the matter with the reporter of the 'New York Times' looking for me?" ”

Javier pointed to the TV behind him, at this time the live broadcast had returned to normal, the gold necklace around the host's neck was gone, and it was not known if the robber had been arrested

"I want to interview the day and send the news back to New York." ”

In fact, what Javier didn't say was that his ultimate goal was to interview the crew of "City of God", but he didn't know the contact information of the crew or the location of the crew, so Javier was the first to come to look for Martin - this was the most detailed and authoritative news of the day. If a breakthrough can be made here with Martin, Javier doesn't mind cooperating with Martin and reporting jointly, after all, Martin is the head snake; But if things don't go well, Havel also has his own news channels, and after going around in circles, he can always get in touch with the "City of God", after all, they are all Americans.

"Interview me?" Martin looked at Javier in surprise, he was a journalist, and he was usually the one in charge of the interview, not the one being interviewed.

Javier nodded as a matter of course, "To the people of Rio, you are a journalist; But for the people of New York, you are an eyewitness on the front lines. A simple sentence made Martin's eyes light up. Sure enough, it is certainly not easy to be a member of the "New York Times".

"So, in the news, you mention the name of our newspaper?" Martin had a spin on his mind and made an interesting point.

Javier understood at once, and his mind turned two turns, "Of course, it will definitely be mentioned." Then Javier deliberately paused, "We can do a joint report if you want." I'm in charge of the Americans, you're in charge of the Brazilians. ”

It's a win-win! Martin had access to first-hand information about the Brazilian government, police, and prosecutors, while Javier was able to get up close and personal with the U.S. Embassy and the "City of God" crew, exchange information, and then give his newspaper the upper hand in the local news competition.

Martin smiled, and after just a few words, he looked at Javier with admiration, opened the drawer in his hand, and took out his camera, "I'm going to go to the City of God to have a look, how about you?" Where's your gear? ”

Javier pointed outside, "In that newsstand across the street." Although he is almost on vacation now, he still carries his equipment with him every day, just for today's moment, "So, you mean, the American crew will start work again today?" ”

It's only been a day since that incident, isn't the crew worried about the ** forces in the slums attacking again? This courage made Javier look sideways, and he had already begun to marvel before he had time to meet with the crew.

Martin nodded, "I got the news that they arrived at the filming location at eleven o'clock this morning and started preparing for the shoot - if I didn't misunderstand the purpose of the equipment. ”

"Then what are we waiting for, let's go now, and then I can finish the interview with you on the way and post the first-hand information back." As Javier spoke, he took a step, and the two strangers who had just met became partners in the blink of an eye.

The car was parked next to the main street, and the two men walked side by side towards the front. The streets are quiet, with a few slum dwellers walking briskly with their heads down, and the usual sounds of children playing soccer balls have disappeared by this time, and you can feel the impact of the incident the day before yesterday. Although the security in the slums is very bad, the ** forces are only a small part after all, and more people living here are ordinary residents.

In the distance, a crowd of people could be seen near the football field, as if half of the slum had gathered there compared to the silence of the surroundings. Javier and Martin didn't continue to chat, and took a quick stride.

As the distance got closer, Javier could see the scene in front of him clearly, and it was not the residents gathered around, but the uniformed police/detectives, there were at least two squads here, more than twenty people. Heavily armed and vigilantly circling the two buses, patrolling back and forth from time to time, the tension was high and echoed by the City of God a few streets away, and the whole area was in a state of high tension.

No wonder the whole street seems a little deserted, unusually deserted.

"You can only see them like that at the World Cup." Martin's complaining voice sounded next to him, but Xavier didn't laugh, but whispered, "Do you think it's because the government/government has paid enough attention to this incident and sent people to protect the safety of the crew; Or is it that the makers of this crew can understand ghosts and gods and persuade the police/police bureau to cooperate with the filming? ”

Javier's perspective stunned Martin, and the two exchanged glances, then walked briskly up.

Before he could get closer, someone took the lead and said, "A movie is being filmed here, do you have anything to do?" ”

"I'm a journalist for Globo Brasil." Seeing that the other party was speaking Portuguese, Martin took the lead and showed his press card, but the man shook his head, "Now the crew does not accept interviews." ”

Seeing this, Javier hurriedly greeted him, "I'm a reporter from the 'New York Times', from the United States, can I interview the maker?" These words made the other party pause, "I promise, we will not disturb the filming of the crew." ”

The other party hesitated, "You guys wait here, I'll go over and ask." The young man turned around and ran, walked over to a tall, thin babyface, muttered a few words, and then the young man and the babyface walked over together. Javier stepped forward and said, "Hello, I'm a reporter for the New York Times, Javier Ulliel. ”

Babyface gave a polite smile, "Hello, I'm Albert Allen, the showrunner of 'City of God'. ”