"Friends in front of the TV, good afternoon, I am standing at the intersection of the City of God. Through the camera, we can see that the armed forces are still on guard..." With the introduction of the host, the camera turned directly in front of him and saw a fortress piled up with tattered oil barrels. There were more than a dozen people standing behind them. They were holding heavy machine guns and aiming at the direction of the entrance, but those people did not hold the machine gun, but jumped up and down from the back, as if they were very excited, and even waved to the camera, "They are demonstrating to us at this time. I believe that if we go further, they will shoot immediately..." The host's introduction speech did not pause at all, and continued to introduce it.

The host of Rio de Janeiro TV arrived at the scene and was broadcasting live. More than six million people were watching in front of the TV.

At this moment, a young man with a flat head quickly walked past the host. He suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed a gold necklace on the host's neck, and pulled it hard. The host was startled, and the live broadcast was immediately interrupted, covering his chest and began to struggle. The cameraman carrying the camera recorded all this with the camera, obviously also being frightened by such bold behavior. The camera lens began to shake hard, and the noise next to him came, "Help her, hurry, help her..."

The young man pulled the gold necklace off and ran away quickly. The camera camera was turned upside down, making people unable to see clearly, and only a mess of shouts and panting could be heard.

People watching TV in front of the TV exclaimed. Although everyone knew that the local security in Rio de Janeiro was very bad, with robbers, thieves, and drug dealers rampant, the robbers that were actually staged during the live TV broadcast were far beyond imagination and shocked people.

Xavier-Ulliel stood in front of the TV, looked up at the ironic scene, shook his head gently, but didn't know what appropriate words should be used to describe this situation. "Welcome to Rio." A voice came from beside him, causing Javier to turn his head reflexively, and then he saw the middle-aged man standing in front of him. He took the initiative to stretch out his right hand, "Martin Artur, I heard just now, are you looking for me?"

Javier quickly shook hands with the other party, "Hello, I am Javier Ulier, a reporter from the New York Times in Rio de Javiero."

Martin looked up and down with some doubts. It was not that he didn't believe what Javier said, but that Javier didn't look like a reporter at all. He was wearing a light blue vest with white-patterned beach pants and a pair of black foot-clipped beach slippers. He looked like a tourist coming to vacation. How could he be a reporter?

Javier felt helpless, too.

Although he is an expatriate journalist at the New York Times, he is only famous and prestigious, and in fact he is more like being exiled to Brazil. For the United States, South America is more like their back garden. There are countless news happening here every day, but there are very few news that can be listed on important pages of mainstream American media.

Javier spent three years in Rio de Janeiro and would send news back to New York almost every day, but only a handful of them were adopted. He was almost forgotten on this land. From his previous ambitions to his lazy life, all his ambitions and attempts have been gradually smoothed out.

Today, Javier is indeed basking in the sun on the beach. If he hadn't accidentally seen the live news when he was buying cigarettes, he wouldn't have appeared in the office of the "Brazil Globe". Javier was almost rushing all the way just now because his sense of news told him: This is his opportunity, once in a lifetime! He must seize it, hold it tightly.

However, Javier naturally couldn't tell Martin these words.

Javier took out a card from the side pocket of his beach pants and handed it to Martin, "This is my business card." It is also his magic weapon to pick up girls, so he must carry it with him.

Martin took it, looked at it, and then he retracted his gaze after confirming the basic information. "So, what's the matter with the reporter from the 'New York Times'?"

Javier pointed to the TV behind him. At this time, the live broadcast had returned to normal. The gold necklace on the host's neck was gone. I wonder if the robber was

"I want to interview the situation of the day and then send the news back to New York."

In fact, what Javier didn't say is that his ultimate goal was to interview the crew of "City of God". However, he didn't know the contact information of the crew or the location where the crew stayed, so Javier took the lead in searching for Martin - this was the most detailed and authoritative news reported on the same day. If a breakthrough could be made in Martin, Javier would not mind working with Martin and jointly reported. After all, Martin is a local tyrant; but if things don't go well, Javier also has his own news channel. After a circle, he can always contact "City of God", after all, they are all Americans.

"Interview with me?" Martin looked at Javier in surprise. He was a reporter. Usually, he was the person in charge of the interview, not the person being interviewed.

Javier nodded for granted, "To the people of Rio, you are a reporter; but to the people of New York, you are a witness on the front line." A simple sentence made Martin's eyes lit up. Sure enough, it is definitely not easy to be a member of the "New York Times".

"So, in the news, you will mention the name of our newspaper?" Martin thought about it and put forward an interesting point.

Javier understood it immediately and his mind turned two turns, "Of course, I will definitely mention it." Then Javier deliberately stopped, "If you want, we can do joint reports. I am in charge of the Americans, you are in charge of the Brazilians."

This is a win-win situation! Martin can get first-hand information from the Brazilian government and police station, while Javier can get close contact with the US Embassy and the "City of God" crew, exchange information between the two sides, and then let the newspapers he serve gain the upper hand in the local news competition.

Martin smiled, and after only a few words, he looked at Javier with admiration, opened the drawer at hand, took out his camera, "I'm going to go to the City of God to take a look. Where are you? Where are your equipment?"

Javier pointed outside, "In the newspaper booth at the intersection." Although he was almost on vacation now, he still carried his equipment with him every day, with the purpose of today's moment, "So, you mean, the American crew reopened today?"

It was only a day after that incident. Isn't the crew worried that the slum forces will attack again? This courage made Javier look sideways. Before he could meet the crew, he was already amazed.

Martin nodded, "The news I received was that at 11:00 this morning, they arrived at the shooting location and started preparing for the shooting - if I hadn't misunderstood the purpose of those photography equipment."

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's set off now, and then I can complete the interview with you on the road and post the first-hand information back." Javier said, and took a step forward. The two strangers he had just met became partners in a blink of an eye.

The car parked next to the main street, and the two walked side by side directly in front of them. The street seemed very quiet, and there were several slum residents who were slums moving forward quickly with their heads down. The sound of children playing football had disappeared at this time. You can feel the impact of the incident the day before yesterday on here. Although the public security of the slums was very bad, the ** forces were only a small part after all, and more ordinary residents lived here.

From afar, you can see a crowd near the football field. Compared with the quiet surroundings, it seems that half of the slums gathered there. Javier and Martin did not continue chatting and took quick steps.

As the distance got closer, Javier saw clearly the scene in front of him. It was not the residents who gathered around him, but the uniformed police. There were at least two squads, more than twenty people. They were fully armed and vigilantly surrounded the two buses, patrolling back and forth from time to time. The highly tense atmosphere echoed the City of God, which was several streets away. You can feel that the entire area was in a highly tense state.

No wonder the whole street seems a bit deserted, abnormally deserted.

"You can only see them like this during the World Cup." Martin's complaint sounded next to him, but Javier did not laugh, but said in a low voice, "Do you think this is because the government attached enough importance to this incident and sent people to protect the safety of the crew; or can the producers of this crew communicate with the ghosts and persuade the police to cooperate with the filming?"

Javier's observation angle made Martin stunned. The two exchanged glances and then walked up quickly.

Before we could get closer, someone came first, "A movie is being filmed here. Is there anything you have to do?"

"I am a reporter from the 'Brazil Globe'." Seeing that the other party was speaking Portuguese, Martin took the lead in greeting and showed his reporter's certificate, but the man shook his head, "The crew will not accept interviews now."

Seeing this, Javier hurriedly came forward, "I am a reporter from the New York Times, from the United States. Can I interview the producer?" These words made the other party pause, "I promise, we will not disturb the crew's shooting."

The other party hesitated for a moment, "You guys are waiting here, I'll go over and ask." The young man turned around and ran over, walked to a tall and thin baby face, muttered a few times, and then the young man and the baby face came over together. Javier took the initiative to greet him, "Hello, I'm a reporter from the New York Times, Javier Ulier."
Chapter completed!