Martin-Artur, a reporter for the social section of Globo Brasil, forced himself to calm down and quickly recorded the scene with his camera in hand. But even so, the excitement in my heart still made my index finger tremble slightly when I pressed the shutter.

The City of God, which has always been a problem for the municipalities of Rio de Janeiro, is not that they do not want to govern here, but that the interests here are intertwined, and it is not easy to sort it out; At the same time, the ** forces here are a group of outlaws, they have no knowledge, no culture, no fear, they just rely on a force to support, unless they can be wiped out in one go, otherwise it will definitely be a lose-lose outcome; Most importantly, the City of God was originally planned to house the poor, and now it is being renovated, but there is no other area to house such a large number of inhabitants.

It's like a rotting wound that everyone can see, but can't touch lightly, and can only be left to fend for itself.

In recent years, Brazil has tried to change its image in the international arena by trying to govern the City of God, but has found it impossible to do so, and the result of its recklessness has been to provoke fierce revolts within the City of God, even to ordinary citizens outside the slums. The issue of safety in Rio de Janeiro has repeatedly made headlines.

As a journalist, Martin has been trying to open the doors of the City of God and find out what is really going on inside, but it is not an easy task. Because the city of God is like a confined space, people inside cannot get out, and people from outside cannot enter it, and rash action will only lead to destruction.

But today, Martin has made a breakthrough.

As the third force outside, the American crew successfully went deep into the hinterland of the City of God and started filming, but it was met with a fierce counterattack by gangsters and even faced danger to their lives. This news is simply too powerful, and more importantly, it gives him a chance to go straight to the City of God!

Looking at the group of ** people in front of him who were holding pistols and lawlessly directly threatening the lives of reporters, Martin felt that such a scene was really a bit ridiculous, because it didn't look like a news scene, it was like a real battlefield at all. The muzzles of the black holes were pointed at them like this, and a chill rose from the bottom of his heart, and the adrenaline exploded, so that Martin couldn't tell whether he was excited or scared.

"Bang bang bang", the rain of bullets poured down all of a sudden, and all the reporters around them bowed their heads and hid in the corners of the walls or behind trees.

Martin only felt his heart skip a beat, this was not the first time he had witnessed a shootout, but it was the first time he had truly felt the power of gunpowder like a war, and this was no longer Rio de Janeiro, but a primitive battlefield.

Looking left and right, there were at least 30 reporters around, and more than half of the most important news media in the whole of Brazil had already arrived at the scene, and you can imagine how sensational this news would be - from threatening the American crew to directly exchanging fire with reporters, which is absolutely unacceptable in Brazil in peacetime.

The first reaction in Martin's mind was: "City of God" The kidnapped director is uncertain, is he really sacrificed? Then this is an international event, and the national government/government must give an explanation, otherwise this matter will definitely not be good.

"Stop, stop!" A loud voice rang out, and the machine-gun fire stopped, and then only a low sound remained, as if it were a whispered conversation.

Because of the distance, Martin couldn't hear the sound clearly, he secretly stuck his head out to glance at it, and then he saw a man in his early thirties, lazily carrying a submachine gun on his shoulder, muttering something to the people around him, and his expression seemed rather relaxed and happy.

Don't...... That's the current boss of the legendary **, stealing chicken man/nu/er?

Martin hesitated, slowly stood up, then pointed the camera lens at the guy who appeared to be Man**, and pressed the shutter.

"Click", the flash lit up, and everyone immediately looked over.

Martin gritted his teeth in annoyance, everyone was pressing the shutter just now, so the flash was not visible, but now he was running alone, and his feet were suddenly exposed. Just when Martin was at a loss, he saw Man/Nu/Erhaha looking up and laughing, and the expression didn't seem to be angry at all, on the contrary...... He also seemed very happy.

What's going on here?

Martin thought about it for a moment and took two more photos, this time he deliberately did not turn off the flash, and the "click" sound was particularly clear. As a result, Martin saw an extremely novel scene:

The group of young people, teenagers, and children in front of me all carried the weapons in their hands, posed in various poses, and began to enjoy the moment of taking pictures, as if they were ...... It's as if a hunter goes hunting and takes a picture with his weapon and his prey as a sauvenir of his victorious return.

Such a scene is really a little stunned.

"They're crazy!" It was the first and only thought that crossed Martin's mind. They flaunt the camera, flouting not only the authority of journalists, but also the authority of the government and the law -- they have just kidnapped an American citizen, and they are also a Hollywood director, and the slightest deviation is about to make international news, but not only are they not afraid, but they triumphantly begin to pose for pictures.

Martin only felt a chill in his body. The initial excitement fades away, and professional emotions begin to take over the brain, because the chaos inside the City of God is far beyond imagination.

Martin's shutter in his hand did not stop, and he kept taking pictures, and the other peers around him also noticed this and began to take pictures one after another. The flashing lights are so lively that it doesn't look like a shootout at all, but like a movie premiere or the inauguration ceremony of the president, but the problem is that the group of people in front of them are poorly dressed, carrying guns, laughing wildly, and the arrogant image constitutes a strong contradiction, and there is actually a sense of black humor.

But...... What about the director? Was he really shot?

Martin stopped what he was doing and tried to stand up for an interview, but he didn't know where to start—he had never interviewed the inhabitants of the City of God, nor had he interviewed the kidnapping of his international friends, and it was tricky to grasp the scale of his discourse. Or do you wait for the police/inspector to arrive at the scene? After the situation is controlled by the police/detective?

Martin began to look around aimlessly, trying to find an entry point, and then he saw Percy. It was Percy who escaped from a shootout just now and sued them that the director was detained by the gangsters, and he was let go by the gang boss to report the news. But after leaving, the men tried to rob the boss against his will, and a confrontation ensued, and he was able to escape.

Percy was sneaking around the other street, apparently trying to sneak into the base camp from behind. Martin immediately cheered up, and followed quickly, and when he approached, he found Percy coming back and running in another direction, and there was a wolf in front of him who could not bear to flee in a hurry, and Percy quickly chased after him, but the figure ran faster and faster, and the two sides actually chased.

Martin didn't know why, but according to his reporter's instincts/abilities, he quickly chased after him. Then Martin saw Percy shout, "Lance! The figure in front of him hesitated to look back, and then his pace began to slow down, and Percy quickly caught up.

Martin followed, and only then did he see the man Percy was chasing, he was wearing a slightly yellowed white shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbows, but the shirt was now covered with dust, and even the short and medium black hair could see the traces of dust, as if he had just rolled on the ground a few laps, so that he was not a wolf.

"Are you the director from the United States?" Martin seized the gap and immediately leaned forward and asked. Lance frowned slightly, looked up and down with a puzzled face, the vigilance in his eyes was clearly visible, and Martin had to explain, "I'm a reporter for the 'Brazilian Globo', Martin Artur!" ”

"Is our crew alright?" Lance didn't answer the question, but asked rhetorically.

Martin nodded, "When we arrived at the scene, the thugs quickly dispersed, and the crew was fine, just a few scrapes and bumps. Martin simply explained, "What about you? Are you okay? ”

"It's fine." Lance shook his head, his eyes dodging for a moment, "I'm just here to talk about something, our filming has affected the daily lives of the residents, so the schedule needs to be negotiated!" ”

"Lance!" Percy apparently didn't expect Lance's answer, and shouted out in surprise.

Lance gave Percy a look, and Percy had to keep his mouth shut. Martin asked thoughtfully, "So what's the matter with you?" ”

Lance smiled indifferently, "It's just that the way the negotiations are conducted is different." Then he looked reluctant to say more, waved his hand, turned around and beckoned Percy to leave together. Martin called twice, but Lance didn't look back, just waved his hand and walked away, Martin knew that there was nothing to dig up again, so he had to stop.

The next day, the front page of the "Brazilian Globo" headlined, "Violent invasion of life, American crew suffers threat to life!" Danger brewing international events! Urgent! Urgent! Urgent! ”

The bold red font is accompanied by two large photographs, the first one is a small cluster of people in the center of a black crowd, and everyone in the middle is tightly gathered around a gas truck; The next one shows a group of smiling gangsters standing behind the fort, their guns standing out in their hands.

The stark contrast directly and strongly conveys a message: terrorists!

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