Shunde died, and the fierce battle caused both sides to suffer losses, leaving little left.╠┟┞┞╠┢分┡分 w·ww. Just as Hongmao was about to fight to the death with the Little Overlord, the police team that returned with absolute firepower advantage directly suppressed the remaining remaining soldiers and weak formations in a time when they were lightning, and successfully arrested Hongmao and the Little Overlord.

A grand final showdown came to an end just now, which was ridiculous. The black humor mixed with mockery and jokes was filled with bloody, messy and twisted corpses, with a kind of chill and a lost loneliness.

The police car escorted the Red Hair and the Little Bald King to the entrance of the village. The police knew that the car was about to face the violent bombing of the media after it was out, so they pulled the car aside, took the Little Bald King away alone, and left the Red Hair alone to the media reporters. Obviously, the Little Bald King and the police had an unsettled account - the guns that the Little Bald King robbed came from this group of dirty policemen.

The police escorted the little bully to the hidden alley, forcing the little bully to hand over all his belongings, but chose to let him go, because they hoped that the little bully could pay off his debts slowly in the future. Then, the police left, leaving only an empty box for the little bully.

"Shi Naide is dead! I'm bankrupt! The fighting of grass/his/mom!" The little bully was angry and vented his negative emotions like a trapped beast. Then the members of the Little Ghost Head Gang emerged from all directions, which made the Little Ghost Head rekind their hopes. He hoped to join forces with the Little Ghost Head to start robbing again, and start primitive accumulation again, looking forward to making a comeback.

But the little ghosts didn't buy it at all, but pointed the gun in his hand at the little bully, "This is avenging our friends!" Bang, bang, "It's changing now!" Bang, bang, bang, bang, "It's time for us to be the leader! Yes! Ah!" The gunshots like firecrackers in the Chinese New Year kept echoing in the alley, and the little bully ran up happily. The little bully lay motionless on the ground, covering the broken walls in the alley, only revealing a pair of calves, drooping silently, and all vitality disappeared in the bleak sunshine. ┠┠ Want to╋╬ Read╋╬┞╬┢w`w/w^./1/k,a=n=s`h,>

He was incredible during his lifetime, but after his death, he was lonely and left nothing. No one came to collect his body, and no one even knew who he was.

Joel suddenly remembered Benny.

A Pao hid in the cover by the street, trying to record the whole process of fighting with a camera. After a roll of film was used up, he hurriedly replaced a new one, and then the policeman appeared. A Pao used the camera to truly record the entire process from the beginning to the end. When he noticed that several policemen were escorting the little bully away alone, he began to chase the past with his feet, using his understanding of the City of God, ran quickly in the streets and alleys, and finally found the target behind a square window.

A Pao quickly pressed the shutter, recorded the true face of every policeman present, recorded the scene of them collecting cash from the little bully, recorded the moment when they released the little bully, recorded the moment when the little bully's heads surrounded and killed the little bully, recorded the face that became ferocious because of excitement, and recorded the calves that the little bully had lost their vitality...

The happy samba drum beats were shaking in the air, and A Pao's camera ran volatilely, aiming. The crisp sound of "click, click" seemed to be a pure natural drum beat, intertwined with the melody, cutting the coherent time line into frame by frame, and condensed the flowing time into a fixed picture. ≈ Want to read the book w┼ww·1kanshu·c·c Finally, I saw the little bully lying in a pool of blood. The little bully who once made A Pao's heart scared has now become a hornet's nest with no signs of life.

A Pao stood there, a little confused, but he still took a step away from the alley. But the picture in the film was frozen for eternity.

A Pao began to examine the film negative he took. "This can get me a job," it was a photo of the little bully's death; "This can make me famous and even appear on the cover of a magazine," it was a photo of the policeman who reached a deal with the little bully. "I don't have to worry about the little bully, but what about the note?"

The next day's headline, "The gangster who claimed to be the leader of the City of God was shot and killed." A Pao made his choice, and he became an intern at the newspaper and took a solid step towards his dream.

The City of God, which returned to peace, welcomed a group of new rulers - the Little Ghost Head Gang. These little heads, who were only ten years old, were strolling on the streets, holding pistols in their hands, and talking wildly.

“Coco robbed three families in Bala.”

"It's better to kill him."

"Who killed Roger?"

"It's beef. You have to read the book w=w-w·."

"Kill that bitch!"

"We should also kill the Sheriff and Brother Green."

"It's done, let's go together. Let's kill two, you kill three!"

"Where is the cherry?"

"That's how it's decided!"

"Have you heard of the Red Brigade (Italian terrorist extremist group)?"

"No, but I'll kill you if you come."

“Who can write?”

"I will do it a little."

"We can make a blacklist and kill them all!"

Joel only felt a little suffocated in his chest, the indescribable and difficult to ejaculate, which made it difficult to breathe. Looking at the conversation between these little kids, it was just a simple conversation in life for them, just like a first-grade child discussing this week's homework and bad school life; but the facts leaked in this conversation made people shudder. Read the book┝w^w·w^.=1=k`a`n-s-h-u-.-c,c-

This is a group of children who have not received education, and they can't even write; killing is used to them, and they don't know what the so-called "authority" is, and things that can be solved by bullets are the hard truth; they are lawless, without legal constraints, and without moral bottom line, and it seems that they are the masters of the world; they don't want to work, study, or even have a better life - or should they say they don't know what a better life is, robbery and murder seem to be paradise...

This is the most terrifying part. Compared with the turbulent chaos and darkness, what really killed all hope in the slums with his own hands is this kind of repetition of fate. These little heads who carry the hope of the future cannot find the light of hope in their world. Their understanding of the world comes from the domineering bully, the strong confrontation of the red-haired, and the struggle and sinking of Shuai Ned. What they know is that "good people can't move in a short time, and bad people win the world". So, this becomes a vicious cycle, one generation after another, killing hope in the cradle, and letting the tragedy of God's City repeat endlessly.

What is more terrifying than having no hope? Did you give up hope? No, you should not realize that you are in hell, you should take your life for granted, you should live in such a huge world but always imprison yourself in a small place...

That's what Joel thinks.

The coldness and blood in the understatement almost disappeared, completely suppressed in the laughter of laughter, but Joel felt an indescribable surging emotions - anger, fear, worry, confusion, sadness... and despair.

"Where is the giant?" someone asked in the little ghost's head.

A child about four or five years old appeared at the entrance of the alley, but because he ran too fast, his slippers fell off and he had to come back to pick up his shoes. After putting them on, he ran again, but it fell off again, which made him helplessly stop again. This made the little ghosts impatient and cheered one after another. He spread his hands loudly and responded with a contemptuous attitude, which caused a burst of chuckle.

Then, he finally put on his shoes, chased after him, and joined the little ghosts. He is the next generation after the little ghosts.

"I forgot to say that I am not called A Pao now, I am Wilson Rodriguez, a photographer."

The jazz hippie-style melody sounded, and the absurd and unruly music with a touch of playfulness, a slight jumping, and a hint of black humor made the whole atmosphere lighter, as if everything I had just been born was just a dream.

This should indeed be a dream, because it is just a movie. But in that cheerful melody, photos appear on the big screen, with the actors in the movie on the left and the prototypes in real life on the right. All this tells every audience that this is not a simple movie, it is a story adapted from real life.

The movie even directly played a clip of Shuai Ned's interview with the TV station after being shot and was hospitalized. The lines were exactly the same, without changing a word. This sense of reality instantly turned the movie into a documentary's visual sense, and the emotion of shock and fear suddenly invaded.

"Bang Bar, beep," the playful melody sounded again, subtitles appeared on the big screen, and the list of actors slowly rose.

Joel sat quietly in his seat, all the thoughts in his mind were entangled, and he felt that his head was stuffed and almost exploded. At this moment, Joel finally understood Reims' intention. The romance-like style of storied stories combined with the documentary style of real stories showed the appearance of "City of God" bit by bit, and it was clicked until it was clicked but the afterglow was profound. When you savor it carefully, almost every picture and every detail were quite meaningful.

A Pao, Little Overlord, Benny, Shuai Ned, Red Maiden... A Mao, A Dai, A Jiao... Even Angelica, Tiago, Steak, Otto... These characters, regardless of primary or secondary, are so clear and clear in Joel's mind that behind each character, one corner of the story puzzle of the City of God can be outlined, and then the blueprint of the entire story is completed.

Joel couldn't help but close his eyes, let out a long breath, then turned to look at Ethan beside him, but it was found that Ethan had been in deep thought, with thoughts written between his eyebrows and eyes. Joel couldn't help looking around, and then something very interesting appeared: almost all the people around him showed a solemn or profound expression on their faces, and they were trapped in their own thoughts. The strong reflection could find similar traces in almost everyone.

It is precisely because of this that the movie subtitles have been scrolling up for about two minutes, but the cinema is still silent. No one stands up, no one speaks, and no one leaves, as if they are enjoying the ending song of the movie full of Brazilian style. Everyone sits quietly in their own position, motionless.

Joel was really laughing a little, then stood up and encouraged his hands, "Ba! Ba!"

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Chapter completed!