The background is the uneasy of leaving home, the doubts of coming to the forefront, the strange streets, the woven streams of people, and the strange accents floating in the air that cannot be distinguished.

Raul led his sister to walk on the beautiful coastal road, but he no longer had the excitement and joy of seeing the sunrise.

Dad's words kept lingering in his mind.

[We have no way out. If we encounter danger... Raul, take my sister to run away.]

Take your sister away...where to go?

Raul looked up and crossed the street, and saw a thin and small figure flashing in front of the Red House and the White House opposite.

He should be the legendary Indian, with yellow skin lighter than the Moors and deeper than the Spanish.

He was about thirteen or fourteen years old, wearing loose linen clothes, bright oil paint on his face, and unknown kinds of jerky in his mouth, and pushing a cart full of wooden boards.

He felt Raul's gaze, stopped the car, turned his head and smiled at Raul, revealing a whole row of white teeth.

Raul was startled.

The moment he saw that smile, Raul suddenly recalled the horror story about the Indian cannibal in his mind. Combined with the jerky in the mouth of the Indian boy, Raul always felt that the smile was like a wolf seeing a lamb...

He... wants to eat us!

Raul's hand suddenly exerted force, and little Sophia snorted in pain, desperately broke out from her brother's claws, and crawled into her mother's arms in panic.

"Brother, you're hurting me again!"

"Sophia..."

Raul bit his lip and finally failed to express his judgment just now.

"Sofiya, I'm sorry... my brother was distracted just now."

"Well, I forgive you."

The family continued to walk forward, following the map I took from the pilot before, and turned right in a green walled building with a centaur sculpture in front of the door, and soon arrived at a fountain square.

The north of the square is the chapel of this neighborhood. The pastor preached in front of the hall. To the south is a simple three-story building with no visible mountains and no water. The Roman-style foyer is hung with a sign of the building, which says [Drake Chamber of Commerce Immigration and Resettlement Agency]. It is an English sign, but it is marked in English with translations in Spanish, French and Portuguese.

Mom worriedly grabbed her father: "Dear, have we gone wrong?"

"The map really refers to this, unless there is another fountain square with a chapel near this pier..."

"But the Drake Chamber..."

"I don't know either." Dad put down his luggage in distress, "Realistically speaking, the immigration department should be the government department."

"So you must have gone wrong?"

“Um…”

"Dad, I'll ask!"

Raul's body shines with a halo of self-sacrifice, and his parents are completely confused.

"Raul, you..."

"I'll ask!" he said firmly, "If... only dad can protect Sophia!"

"I! Go!"

...

"Secretary Snaps, this is a comparison table of the average daily immigration resettlement since January and November and December last year."

The sweet and charming Immigration Department documents stood beside Faramin with a thick stack of forms.

"Starting in January, the Taxation and Household Registration Department set up service windows in the bureau, which was very effective. There is also the land-free lotteries system implemented in December last year. The average daily resettlement volume in December increased by 17% compared with November, and the past two days increased by 11% compared with December."

"The temporary resettlement sites in the port area were cleared during Christmas. As long as there is no special family situation, new immigrants who arrive in the port can basically be resettled on the same day, and feedback from all aspects is very good."

"Thank you." Faramin nodded, and his fingers that were receiving the document were intentionally or unintentionally crossing the back of the document's hand.

The lady's face flushed, but her hands did not avoid it.

Faramine's mouth hangs up and glances at the badge of the document: "Miss Vivian..."

"yes……"

"I heard that in order to cooperate with this immigration resettlement work, the Immigration Department declined Ms. Xavier's proposal for a resumption, and only took a long day off on Christmas Eve. I gave up on Christmas and New Year's Day holidays?"

"Yeah!" Vivian nodded, "This is the initiative of the union, and I voted in favor when the whole vote."

"What a kind girl." Faramin pulled away the hair of Vivian's sideburns, "Thank you for your hard work during this period, you must have not had a good rest, right? Even her hair has dried up."

Vivian's face suddenly turned red to the base of her neck: "I... wash my hair every day..."

"I'm talking about rest!" Faramin's face was down, "Inadequate rest is the natural enemy of a lady. Even for me, you shouldn't hurt your beauty!"

"But... the temporary resettlement site in the port area can only meet the most basic survival security. Ms. Xavier said that if we work one more hour, the new immigrants' sense of identity with Miami and Drake can increase a little..."

"My Vivian, my heart is as soft as an angel."

The stern face softened, and the hands that were stroking their hair naturally touched their face.

Farramin held Vivian's face and guided her to look at him.

"I can't stop you from dedicating to Miami, but the immigration tide is about to end. Ms. Xavier said that Level 1 combat readiness will be lifted on January 15, and then..."

"That's when?"

"My home has a small villa by the lake in Pansy Manor. There is a small herd of deer nearby. You can often see deer playing in the flower fields in the yard. Because they have never driven them away, they are not afraid of people..."

Vivian's eyes were shining.

"If you like small animals, maybe we..."

Bang!

At the critical moment of the final conclusion, the door of the Immigration Department was knocked open.

Under the sky, a worn-out Spanish boy panted heavily and maintained his door-pushing posture, his erection was like Moses trying to split the Red Sea.

"Cunning Englishman!!! I...I ask you, you hide the real immigration department in..."

"Guard, come out!" Faramin, who was interrupted by casting spell, looked ashen.

He is a Miami celebrity, and every Drake employee who works in Miami knows that he is also attracted by the young Vice President Artis and the strong Manager Xavier, and his future is unlimited.

Therefore, even in theory, he is now just one of the dozen section chiefs of the Real Estate Management Office of the Asset Management Company. He is only responsible for the connection of immigration affairs. He has no superior-level relationship with the Immigration Department, nor has any position to order the staff in the Department. His orders are even in conflict with the Director's instructions to "be at home"...

But he said that if he had to go out, the boy would never be taken out!

The two big-sleeved guards shook open the baton and approached Raul with a grim smile.

Poor little Raul was so scared that he was both scared.

But the brother's responsibility to his sister supported him, the image of a cunning English bad guy and the image of an Indian boy who ate human flesh alerted him, and he had no way out!

"English...English! Even if you arrest me as a white slave, even if...even if you let the Indians eat me, I...I will also... hand over the real immigration department! Let our immigration department..."

Click!

Two batons crawled through his armpits, one left and one right, crossed their backs, and the guards raised their arms easily, and the thin Raul was crossed to the sky.

The frightened young man kicked his legs randomly.

"What are you doing! Let me go! I will not wait for death! God will punish you! The Spanish will never be slaves! Never be slaves!"

Squeak.

Hey!

Huh ~

Bang!

Squeak.

The wet sea breeze blew across the streets and alleys of Miami. The boy lay on the stone floor outside the Immigration Department, leaning on the ground with his five bodies, and his voice was still.

An unknown leaf swirled on the back of his head, gently pressing down his dark brown short hair that was naturally curly.

A hint of comfort rose in Raul's heart. In the midst of those mocking, curious and worried eyes, he comforted himself that as long as he remained motionless, the leaves would surely bury him.

He heard footsteps.

Because the shameful head was completely against the stone slab, the rustling footsteps sounded particularly clear.
Chapter completed!