At this time, everyone was full of black people. Among the black people, the four white people were really too eye-catching, just like four big aries were placed in front of a bunch of big bad wolves.

As soon as the gunshots were heard everywhere, the bursting sound and the pungent smell of gunpowder swarmed from all directions like a tide. The people in the wide square lost their minds in an instant and began to flee wildly, but many of them ran towards the four conspicuous lighthouses, almost dispersing Lance and others in the blink of an eye.

Lance could clearly feel someone was slapping his pocket. The stealing method had no technology at all. It was just to rush into Lance's arms with its strength, then groping around in its pocket with both hands, and there were more than one person, obviously wanting to rob in the chaos.

However, Lance had already prepared for a long time. Today he wore a shabby dark gray linen shirt and only had fifty dollars in his two pockets of his pants - just to deal with the special situation where the child was surrounded just now, and there was nothing else. So at this time, Lance did not intend to pay attention to these thieves at all, but shouted to his companions who were scattered, "Roadside! Roadside!"

Lance was moving towards the roadside, and greeting Percy and others. Percy, Albert and Hayden were the first time to deal with such a scene, and seemed a little busy. He could only rely on his own strength and headed towards the direction where Lance was regardless.

All this happened in the midst of lightning. Before Lance and others could run to the side of the road, several people chased and ran out in the alley not far ahead. The chaser and the escaped party fired their guns desperately, regardless of the surroundings, and the innocent people gathered, and there was no bullet at all, flying in the air, which caused a scream of fear. The feeling of hell on earth was coming to his face.

As the bullets flew around Lance, the thieves surrounding Lance immediately scattered, and fled quickly and quickly towards the alleys on the roadside, just like antelope sank into the forest. The sound of "swooshing" bullets flew in his ears, and even hit the room behind him, splashing out large pieces of dirt and hitting his body. A stinging pain swept over, but Lance didn't care about these at all. The group of chasing desperados were getting closer and closer. Their running had no fixed direction and they just fled in almost any gap.

Lance looked back and found that Donald had entered the house behind him. He stood at the door and waved his hand anxiously at Lance. Lance quickly looked back and saw that Hayden and Percy had both run over. He quickly shouted, "House, enter the house!" But Albert was still two steps slow. Lance had no time to explain, and ran over and pushed Albert forward from behind.

Albert felt that his body was out of control, like a train without brakes, rushing forward and staggering all the way. After his body entered the room, he slapped his feet and rolled forward and fell to the ground. The room suddenly felt a sudden overturn.

Lance quickly entered the room, turned around and locked the door of the room. Before he could even breathe, "Bang! Bang!" Two consecutive gunshots hit the exterior wall of the house. Another wave of soil peeled off, and even the glass window began to vibrate. Then another "bang" sound, and the wooden door was directly penetrated. Lance squatted down reflexively, turned around and hid under the stove next to him. His heart hit hard in his chest, causing his fingertips to tremble uncontrollably. Lance clenched his fist and bit his tongue hard. The intense pain calmed down.

The gunshots outside the room were still bursting in a mess, but they gradually drifted away and finally disappeared into the air.

Lance only let out a long breath at this time, a breeze blew, shaking twice in succession. Only then did he realize that there was a cold sweat behind his back just now.

Until now, Lance began to look at the room—this is probably the case with the so-called house walls. There are three rooms in the whole room, but there is no furniture decoration. There is a wooden bed on each side, and a thin printed sheet is piled up on the beds; and the hall they are now in is only a table, placed alone against the wall, and a large number of neatly stacked mini dolls in the corner, occupying almost two-thirds of the space.

Albert, Percy and Hayden were squatting in front of the pile of rag dolls, and there were several rag dolls next to them falling to the ground in a mess; there were two black women, a middle-aged woman and a young girl, who were holding a bunch of rag dolls in their arms, holding needles and threads in their hands, and then leaning against the corner of the wall, curling tightly into a ball, trembling, but they were still unwilling to let go of the dolls in their arms.

Lance looked up at Donald standing at the door of the room on his left, trying to inquire about the situation. Although Lance had lived in Rio de Janeiro for a while before and often visited this city of God, he had seen most of the situations described in the "City of Gods", but this was the first time he experienced gun battles.

But before Lance could speak, he saw the group of children behind Donald. He had seen three of them in his sight. They were all hiding under the bedboard, holding their knees tightly. A pair of big black and white eyes stared at Lance's every move through the angle formed by the room and the door frame.

For them, this group of strangers were intruders.

At this moment, another commotion came from outside the room, and someone was shouting, "Where? Where?" Then there was a messy voice. Lance's quite skilled Portuguese captured a few words, "White people...unfair purpose...enemy..." The chaotic voice was getting closer and closer to the room, which made everyone in the room start to exchange sights in horror, but no one knew what to do.

There is not even a place to hide here.

Donald was also panicked at this time, which was also the most difficult part of the City of God. If you meet the boss of **, everything can be negotiated and exchanged interests. Even if the negotiations break down, things can at least be controlled; but if you meet those ignorant and fearless gangsters, there is no reason or reason to speak of. The weapons in their hands are like bombs that are detonated without knowing when, and no one can predict - even the boss of ** can do it.

"Pongpong" almost didn't even have a breath, and a violent knock came, "Open the door! He/mom/the door is opened!" The arrogant voice roared outside, and the air in the whole room seemed to be solidifying. "A few white people hid in just now. We all saw that they were all bad guys with bad intentions. We want to pull them out to march and show their public!"

"And then shoot."

"Yes, then shoot it again! Tell others that we are not even afraid of white people, hahahaha!" A burst of laughter rang out, Lance turned to look at several friends, everyone widened his eyes, but in the face of such a situation, no one could come up with a way. Donald stood beside him, hugged his head tightly, muttering, "Calm down! Think! Think quickly!" It was obviously helpless.

When a scholar meets a soldier, he can't explain it clearly. It's probably the current situation.

The sound of the machine gun strafing sounded without warning, causing everyone in the room to bow their heads and hug them. A child's crying sound came over, but soon he was covered with his mouth, leaving only a whimper. Lance raised his head and saw the pair of tears full of tears. It was just a three- or four-year-old child. His mouth was tightly covered by a fifteen- or six-year-old child next to him, but the tears still couldn't stop falling.

A loud "bang!" broke the balance and silence in the room. The door was kicked directly. The wooden door looked like paper, and was kicked in half. It lay lonely and miserable on the ground, lifting up a piece of wood chips and dust. Then a group of people flocked into the room, "Come out, all come out! You hateful plunderers and colonists! Get out!"

Countless muzzles were pointed at everyone in the room, and the black muzzle could even smell the smell of gunpowder, slowly spreading in the air; cheers outside the room came over very clearly, "White man, catch the white man!" Then a burst of laughter, and a sudden and excited mood came through the walls of the room... The sense of crisis of walking on a tightrope at high altitude hit my heart, which was simply an unsolvable situation. It seemed that just a little rash action would trigger a bloody case; but if they did nothing, what they had to face might be the end of their lives.

The scene outlined in the "City of Gods" is presented in the mind as clearly as never before.

He never swallowed his anger, nor gave up easily. Lance clenched his fist hard, and the warm wetness in his palm made his hands extremely wet, as if he couldn't use all his strength; the cold sweat behind him was completely dry, leaving only a thin piece of goose bumps; then Lance took a deep breath... and stood up directly.

"Hulala", Lance's movement moved his whole body with one move. In an instant, all the guns were aimed at Lance, and everyone stared at him vigilantly and tensely. At such a tense moment, Lance actually had an inappropriate sense of ridiculous humor. The first thought in his mind was that they were really unprofessional, and all the guns were aimed at him alone. This was obviously not wise. There were so many strong men staring at him next to him.
Chapter completed!