The host is red and black, and the system can only chirp

Xi Mingming once again took a ride from a drug dealer to leave the community.

Sometimes they travel by motorcycle, but today they travel by van.

There is no way around it. There is no public transportation in the Vidigal slum, and residents basically have to walk to get in and out.

"Why don't you drive? I saw you have a car." Nem, a black boy who used to stand guard, asked Xi Mingming.

"The roads in the community are narrow and complicated. My car is the property of the TV station and my driving skills are average...it's more convenient to hitchhike." Xi Mingming stuffed the fare to Nem.

One of the reasons why she was on good terms with drug dealers was that she was generous with her money and never asked for help for free.

Nem distributed the money to several companions in the car and watched Xi Mingming walk into the parking lot in the wealthy area opposite.

"This foreign journalist is really strange. Why does she like living in the slums?"

My companion was not interested: "Who knows? Just pay. There are some so-called famous artists who are applying to the leader to transform the community, saying they want to build the world's largest graffiti community and develop tourism."

"These people have very weird ideas." His companion urged Nem, "Drive quickly, we have to deliver the goods to the port on time. Be careful, the police are keeping a close eye on us recently."

"Let's go."

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Seeing the flags flying in the wind at the stern of the ship in the harbor, my whole system went haywire.

[Fuck, the host actually caught me? ]

The system couldn't figure it out. [Host, how did you guess that? Just because Nem and his team didn't take the usual shipping route? You guessed that this batch of goods was not destined for Europe and the United States?]

Xi Mingming took a picture of the company flag hanging on the flagpole at the front of the bow and explained muffledly: [As long as you have read the city map, are familiar with the various exits of the Vidigal slums, and understand the specifications of the drugs carried by the drug dealers, it is possible.]

As long as you carry large-sized DU items... Ships heading to Europe, America, and East Asia have different berthing areas; large cargo ships, container ships, and bulk carriers are also berthed separately.

[Nem and the others are all using heavy machine guns to escort the goods today. From what I have observed, each bag is 500 grams.]

In Europe and the United States, the control may not be so strict, and there are more specifications above 1 kilogram.

[Host, I have the evidence, why are you still not happy? ]

[What are you happy about? Are you happy that Chinese drug dealers are still obsessed with drugs after traveling across half the planet? ]

[Uh...it may not be sold in China.]

[The year before last, law enforcement agencies seized a total of 116.2 kilograms of cocaine. The data for the entire year of last year is not available. According to public news reports, there were more than 30 large-scale imports of cocaine from South America in the second half of the year, and the amount seized in one case was equivalent to the total amount of the year before last.]

[Uh... Host, this is because the Yankang Group was destroyed in the second half of last year, and the "Golden Triangle" DU lords were in chaos. Domestic DU dealers can only develop abroad. Normally, they should look for the "Golden Crescent" source of goods, which is closer and at least not out of Asia. But there is war there. ]

Xi Mingming looked gloomy: [Shut up. ]

Her estimation was one thing, that was just a possibility; but actually capturing the evidence was another.

……

Sometimes Xi Mingming feels desperate. She feels that it is her duty to crack down on drug dealers, even if she is just a reporter in this life.

That was the debt she owed.

But how can Chinese people take the initiative to take DU?

How is that possible!

Aren’t these tragic historical lessons enough?

The system comforted: [Host, think positively, we are very lucky. ]

[If the local military and police hadn't been cracking down on them, the drug dealers wouldn't have accepted the interview; if you weren't a reporter, we wouldn't have been able to get to know the drug dealers. We wouldn't have been able to catch them.]

……

Extremely depressed, Xi Mingming wandered around the city until night, and happened to take a group photo of Samba Avenue's preparatory materials for the "Carnival".

It's getting late and the system keeps urging me.

[You should either go back quickly or stay at a hotel in the city. Although you are familiar with Vidigal's drug dealers, there are many other forces. It will be dangerous if you go back too late.]

The host has a strong ability to adapt as he falls asleep to the sound of gunfire every day.

Xi Mingming didn't want to go back, so she called Uncle Aga and checked into a hotel in the city center that night.

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If possible, Xi Mingming wished she had returned to the slums in time that day.

There is no if in this world.

……

The next morning, Uncle Ada called Xi Mingming with a hoarse voice, "Reporter Xi, are you coming to Benny's funeral?"

Xi Mingming jumped up from the spot, thinking that there was something wrong with his ears.

"Uncle, what did you say?"

Uncle Aga's voice was like sandpaper rubbing against cement, dull and blank, "Benny was beaten to death by the police last night."

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Cremation is expensive in the City of God, and civilians are usually buried the next day after their death.

Xi Mingming wanted to stop it. She wanted to seek justice for Benny... She stormed into the local police station and drove to Ralfa's office.

Unfortunately, all efforts were in vain, and the only response I received was: "It was just an accidental killing."

Because she is a Chinese journalist, Ralfa is willing to come forward to give an explanation.

He said: "In the area where Benny had the accident, police officers are often attacked. When they patrol the area, they will act very cautiously and carefully, basically maintaining a wartime state."

What Ralfa said is an objective fact.

Rafar promised, "In communities controlled by the police, manslaughter rarely occurs. Reporter Xi, we will launch a DU clearance operation in the Vidigal slum as soon as possible."

But Benny just went out to buy paint and he just came home a little late...Xi Mingming didn't know who to blame.

She locked herself in the hotel and resisted the outside world.

When people are broken, they just want to go home.

Xi Mingming made a video call.

……

There is an 11-hour time difference between the City of God and China.

Xi Mingming usually wouldn't disturb Aunt Qin's family, but tonight he was too desperate, as if he had returned to his senior year in his previous life.

My aunt's voice seemed very far away, yet also like it was right next to my ear.

"Oh, I'm so anxious. What happened to you, girl? Ah, if it really doesn't work...if it really doesn't work, your uncle and I will come to pick you up. We won't be reporters anymore."

After her mother passed away, Xi Mingming lived alone for more than 20 years, and no one was so anxious about her because of her wrong tone of voice.

"Speak, don't cry, Mingming!"

Xi Mingming looked up, tears streaming down her face in the video: "Aunt, the young man who served as my guide is dead. He is dead."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, all the calmness and restraint that Xi Mingming had pretended to have during the day disappeared completely.

How does the saying go? Even though one's life is not that good, one still cannot bear to see the sufferings of the world.

Xi Mingming burst into tears, "Aunt, Benny struggled hard to get out of the slums. He is the hope of Uncle Aga's family. He is really a good boy, aunt!"

Xi Mingming felt like she was the one who suffered injustice.

There was no way. Benny never had the chance to speak again. Benny never had the chance to speak out about all the injustices he had suffered.

"He should be enrolling at the university tomorrow instead of me attending his funeral today. Aunt, Benny has endured the pain of having no teachers to teach him and has withstood the bullying at school. He is really...really a very, very good kid."

"He...he has always tried to use his meager personal strength to improve the slums. Aunt, he was shot in the head by a policeman on his way back from buying paint."

Xi Mingming burst into tears. "There is a small square in the slum where children play football. The association that Benny joined finally got approval to paint graffiti in the slum. He hopes to complete the transformation of the square before going to college."

"He was too late to help clean up the garbage, so he didn't go buy paint in time."

"He just wanted the kids to see the graffitied square sooner, he just wanted... to stop the kids from playing football in the garbage."

"Aunt, Benny loved his country very much. But why did he die at the hands of the police? Why?"

Xi Mingming's voice gradually became lower and he choked up and murmured, "He is only 18 years old."