Martin Artur is a reporter for the social version of the "Brazil Globe". He forced himself to calm down, hold the camera in his hand, and quickly record the situation on the scene. But even so, his inner excitement still made the index finger pressing the shutter tremble slightly.

The City of God has always been a heart-wrenching problem for the Rio de Janeiro municipal government. It is not that they do not want to manage the place, but that the interests here are mixed up and it is not easy to make it clear. At the same time, the ** forces here are a group of desperate people. They have no knowledge, no culture, no fear, and just rely on a spirit of hostility to support them. Unless they can fight all in one go, it will definitely be a loss-win situation. The most important thing is that the City of God was planned to resettle the poor. Now that the place is rectified, there is no other area to resettle such a huge population.

This is like a rotten wound that everyone can see, but cannot touch it easily, and can only let it survive and die.

In recent years, Brazil hopes to change the country's international image and try to govern the City of God, but finds that it has no idea to start. The result of rash actions has triggered fierce resistance within the City of God, and has even affected ordinary citizens outside the slums. The security issues in Rio de Janeiro have repeatedly become the headlines on social pages.

As a reporter, Martin has been trying to open the gate of the City of God to find out the real situation inside, but this is not an easy task. Because the City of God is like a confined space, where people inside cannot get out, and people outside cannot get in. Rush actions will only lead to a catastrophe.

But today, Martin made a breakthrough.

As the third foreign force, the American crew successfully penetrated into the heart of the City of God and started filming, but was hit by a fierce counterattack from gangsters and even faced life danger. This news was simply too explosive, and more importantly, it gave him the opportunity to enter the City of God directly!

Looking at the group of top players holding pistols and directly threatening the lives of journalists, Martin felt that such a scene was absurd, because it didn't look like a news scene, it was like a real battlefield. The black muzzles were aimed at them carelessly, and waves of cold air rose from the bottom of his heart, and adrenaline burst out, so that Martin couldn't tell whether it was excited or afraid.

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

Martin just felt that his heart was about to jump out. This was not the first time he had witnessed a gunfight, but it was the first time he truly felt the war-like attack power of gunpowder. This was no longer Rio de Janeiro, but a primitive battlefield.

After looking around, there were at least thirty journalists around. More than half of the most important news media in Brazil have arrived at the scene. You can imagine how sensational this news would be - from threatening the American crew to directly exchanging fire with reporters, this is absolutely unacceptable in Brazil in peacetime.

The first reaction in Martin's mind was: The kidnapped director of "City of God" was indefinitely alive and had really died? Then this is an international incident, and the national government must give an explanation, otherwise this matter would never be good.

"Stop, stop!" A loud voice sounded, and the machine gun fired and stopped, and then there was only a low voice, as if he was talking in a low voice.

Because there was a distance, Martin couldn't hear the sound there. He secretly stretched out his head and glanced at him, and then saw a man in his early thirties, carrying a submachine gun lazily on his shoulders, muttering something to the people around him, his expression looking quite relaxed and pleasant.

Could it be...that is the legendary current boss, stealing Jiman/Nu/er?

Martin hesitated for a moment, stood up slowly, then pointed the camera lens at the guy who was suspected to be Mann and pressed the shutter.

"Click", the flash light 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 displayed, but now he was the only one who rushed forward and immediately showed his flaws. Just when Martin was at a loss, he saw Mann/Nu/Oh laughing with his head raised. His expression didn't seem to be angry at all, on the contrary... he seemed very happy.

What's going on?

Martin thought about it and took two more photos with courage. This time he deliberately did not turn off the flash, and the "cracking" sound seemed particularly clear. As a result, Martin saw an extremely novel scene:

The group of young men, teenagers and children in front of us all carried the weapons in their hands, posed in various positions, and began to enjoy the moment of taking photos, just like... it was like a hunter who took photos with his weapons and prey after he went hunting, as a memory of his victory.

Such a scene is really shocking.

"They are so crazy!" This is the first and only thought in Martin's mind. Their stance in front of the camera is not only despising the authority of journalists, but also despising the authority of the government and the law - they have just kidnapped an American citizen and are also a Hollywood director. If this matter is slightly deviated, they will soon become international news, but not only are they not afraid, they also start posing for photos with pride.

Martin felt a little chilled in his body. The initial excitement gradually disappeared, and professional emotions began to occupy his brain, because the chaos inside the City of God was far beyond imagination.

The shutter in Martin's hand did not stop and kept taking pictures. Other colleagues around him also noticed this and began to take pictures one after another. The flashes one after another were very lively, and they didn't look like a gunfight scene at all, but it was like the scene of the movie premiere or the president's inauguration ceremony. But the problem was that the group of people in front of him were dressed in a simple manner, carrying guns, laughing wildly, and the arrogant image formed a strong contradiction, and actually had a sense of black humor.

But...what is that director? Did he really get shot?

Martin stopped his movements and tried to stand up for an interview, but he didn't know where to start - he had never interviewed the residents of the City of God, nor had international friends kidnapped. How to grasp the scale of speech? This is really tricky. Or should I wait until the police arrive at the scene? The police will control the situation before talking?

Martin began to look around aimlessly, trying to find an entry point, and then he saw Percy. It was Percy who escaped from a gunfight and told them that the director was detained by the gangster and he was let by the gangster boss to report the news. But after leaving, the subordinates tried to rob the boss against the boss' wishes, and then a confrontation occurred, and he was able to escape.

Percy was sneaking around another street, and it seemed that he wanted to raid from behind and enter the base camp. Martin immediately cheered up and followed quickly. When he approached, he found Percy had been around again and ran in another direction. In front of him, he was a back in a mess that was fleeing in a hurry. Percy quickly chased after him, but the figure ran faster and faster, and both sides actually chased him.

Martin didn't understand why, but just quickly chased after him based on his reporter's instinct. Then, Martin saw Percy shouting loudly, "Lance!" The figure in front of him hesitated and looked back, then his steps began to slow down, and Percy quickly chased after him.

Martin followed, and he saw the man Percy was chasing. He was wearing a slightly yellowed white shirt with casual sleeves rolled to his elbows, but the shirt was covered with dust at this time. Even the black medium and short hair could see the traces of dust, as if he had just rolled on the ground for a few rounds, and was very embarrassed.

"Are you the director from the United States?" Martin grabbed the gap and immediately stepped forward and asked. Lance frowned slightly, looked up and down with confusion. The vigilance in his eyes was clearly visible. Martin had to explain, "I am a reporter from the 'Brazil Globe', Martin Artur!"

"Are our crew okay?" Lance did not answer the question, but asked back.

Martin nodded, "When we arrived at the scene, the gangsters quickly dispersed. The crew was fine, but they were just scratched and hit." Martin explained briefly, "Where are you? Are you fine?"

"It's okay." Lance shook his head and his eyes dodged, "I'm just here to talk about something. Our shooting has affected the daily lives of residents, so we need to negotiate the schedule!"

"Lance!" Percy obviously did not expect Lance's answer and shouted with surprise.

Lance gave Percy a look, and Percy had to shut his mouth. However, Martin asked thoughtfully, "So what's going on with you?"

Lance smiled indifferently, "It's just that the negotiation method is different." Then he showed a look of unwilling to say more, waved his hand, turned around and called Percy to leave together. Martin called twice again, but Lance did not turn around, but waved his hand and left straight away. Martin knew that there was nothing to dig after asking, so he could only stop.

The next day, the front page of the "Brazil Globe" headlined, "Violent invasion of life, American crew was threatened with life! Almost caused by international incidents! Emergency! Emergency!"

The red font is accompanied by two large photos. The previous one is a dark crowd surrounded a small group of people in the center, and everyone in the middle is tightly gathered next to a gas car; the next one is a group of gang members who smiled at the sky and lined up behind the fortress, with the guns in their hands being particularly eye-catching.
Chapter completed!