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Handel is dead, and the fierce fighting has caused both sides to lose, and there is not much left. Just when the red hair was about to fight to the death with the little bully, the returning police/police team directly suppressed the remaining weak soldiers and successfully arrested them with absolute firepower superiority. Red Hair and Bully.

A magnificent and grand ultimate showdown has just begun, and the curtain has come to an end, making people dumbfounded. That kind of black humor mixed with sarcasm and jokes, amidst the bloody, messy and twisted corpses all over the sky, has a kind of chill and lost loneliness.

The police car escorting Hongmao and Xiaobawang arrived at the entrance of the village. Knowing that the car was going to be bombarded by the media, they pulled over the car and took away Xiaobawang alone. Leave it to the media reporters. Obviously, the little bully and the police still have an unaccounted for - the guns that the bully took forcibly came from this group of dirty policemen.

The police escorted Xiaobawang to a hidden alley, and after forcing Xiaobawang to hand over all his belongings, they chose to let him live because they hoped that Xiaobawang would be able to pay off his debts slowly. Afterwards, the policemen walked away, leaving only an empty box for Xiaobawang.

Shuai Ned is dead! I'm bankrupt! Fuck/him/mother's Rush! Xiaobawang was furious, venting his negative emotions like a trapped animal. Then the members of the little ghost gang emerged from all directions, which rekindled hope for the little bully. He hoped to join forces with the little ghosts to start the robbery again, start primitive accumulation again, and look forward to a comeback.

However, the little ghost heads didn't buy it at all, and pointed their guns at the bully, This is revenge for our friends! Bang, boom, It's changed now! Bang, boom Bang, It's time for us to be in charge! Yeah! Ahhh! The sound of the gunshots echoed in the alley like New Year's firecrackers, and the little devils ran happily. Behind the dilapidated wall, only a pair of calves were exposed, drooping dead silently, all life lost in the bleak sunlight.

During his lifetime, he was very beautiful, but after his death, he was lonely, leaving nothing behind, no one came to collect his body, and no one even knew who he was.

Joel suddenly thought of Benny.

Ah Pao hid in the shelter on the side of the street, trying to record the whole process of the fight with a camera, when one roll of film ran out, he hurriedly replaced it with a new roll, and then the police appeared. A Pao truly recorded the whole process from the beginning to the end with the camera. When he noticed that several police officers escorted the little bully to leave alone, he started to chase the past with his own feet, using his knowledge of God With the understanding of the city, he ran quickly in the streets and alleys, and finally found his target behind a square window lattice.

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

The fast and joyful samba drumbeats vibrated in the air, and Ah Pao’s camera was running and aiming erratically. The timeline is cut into frames of photos, allowing the flowing time to condense into a fixed picture. Finally, I saw the little bully lying in a pool of blood. The little bully who had made Ah Pao frightened had now turned into a hornet's nest with no signs of life.

Ah Pao stood there, a little dazed, but still walked out of the alley. But the picture in the film is frozen for eternity.

Ah Pao began to look at the film negatives he had taken, This one can get me a job, it's the photo of Xiaobawang's tragic death; This one can make me famous, even on the cover of a magazine, that's the police/police A photo of the deal with the bully. I don't have to worry about Xiaobawang anymore, but what about Tiaozi?

The headline of the newspaper the next day read, The hooligan who proclaimed himself the leader of the City of God was shot dead. A Pao made his choice, and he became an intern at the newspaper, taking a solid step towards his dream.

The peaceful City of God has ushered in a group of new rulers—the Little Devils. This group of little ghost heads with an average age of no more than ten years old wandered the streets, holding pistols awkwardly in their hands, and talking high-spiritedly.

Coco robbed three families in Bala.

Better kill him.

Who killed Roger?

It's beef.

Kill that bitch!

We should have killed the Sheriff and Gringo too.

Success, let's go together. We kill two, you kill three!

What about the cherries?

That's it!

Have you heard of the Red Brigades (Italian terrorist extremist organization)?

No, it's just that if you come here, you will be killed.

Who can write?

I know a little.

We can make a blacklist and kill them all!

Joel only felt a little suffocation in his chest. The indescribable and indescribable dullness made it difficult to breathe. Looking at the conversation of this group of little devils, for them it is just a simple life conversation, like a first grader discussing this week's homework and bad school life; but this conversation leaked The facts are chilling.

This is a group of uneducated children, they can't even write; killing is common to them, and they don't understand what the so-called authority is, and the things that can be solved by bullets are the last word; they are lawless and have no legal constraints , and there is no moral bottom line, it seems that they are the masters of the world; they don't want to work, they don't want to study, they don't even want to have a better life - or it should be said that they don't know what a better life is, robbery and murder seem to be heaven ...

This is the scariest part. Compared with the turbulent chaos and darkness, it is this repetition of fate that really kills all hope in the slums. This group of little ghost heads who bear the hope of the future cannot find the light of hope in their world. Their cognition of the world comes from the bully's rampant, from the red-haired strong confrontation, from Shuai Ned The struggles and downfalls of life as they know it is the good man takes an inch and the bad man wins the world. Thus, it becomes a vicious cycle, generation after generation, killing hope in the cradle, and repeating the tragedy of the City of God in an endless cycle.

What is more terrifying than hopelessness? Did you give up hope? No, it should be that he didn't realize the existence of hope, that he didn't realize that he was in hell, that he took his own life for granted, that he lived in a huge world but kept himself imprisoned in a small place...

Joel thinks so.

The coldness and bloodiness in the understatement almost disappeared, and it was completely suppressed in the laughing and cursing laughter, but Joel felt unspeakable turbulent emotions—anger, fear, worry, There was daze, there was sadness...and despair.

Where's the giant? Someone among the little devils asked.

A child about four or five years old trotted all the way to the entrance of the alley, but because he ran too fast, his slippers fell off, and he had to come back to pick them up. After putting it on, he started to run again, but it fell off again. This made him helplessly stop again, which made the little devils impatient and booed one after another. The gesture responded, prompting a chuckle.

Then, at last, he put on his shoes and gave chase, joining the brats. He is the next generation after the little ghost head.

I forgot to say, my name is not Cannon now, I am Wilson Rodriguez, a photographer.

The melody with jazz hippie style sounded, and the absurd and uninhibited music contained a hint of playfulness, excitement, and black humor, which made the whole atmosphere lighter, as if everything that happened just now was just a dream so-so.

This, indeed, should be a dream, because this is just a movie. But amidst the cheerful melody, pictures appeared 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, but a story adapted from real life.

The movie even directly played the segment of Ned being interviewed by the TV station after he was shot and hospitalized. The lines are exactly the same, and a word has not been changed. This sense of reality instantly transformed the movie into a documentary-like sense of sight, and the emotion mixed with shock and fear suddenly invaded.

Boom, beep, beep, the playful melody sounded again, subtitles appeared on the big screen, and the list of actors slowly increased.

Joel sat quietly on the seat, all the thoughts in his mind were tangled together, he only felt that his head was stuffed so full that it was almost about to explode. At this moment, Joel finally understood Lance's intentions. The playful story-like novel style combined with the documentary style of real narration showed the face of City of God bit by bit, but the aftertaste was profound and detailed. Tasting it carefully, almost every picture and every detail is quite meaningful.

Pao, Bully, Benny, Handy Ned, Red Hair... Mao, Dumb, Jia... Even Angelica, Tiago, Steak, Otto... These characters, regardless of Primary and secondary, it is so clear in Joel's mind that each character can outline a corner of the city of God story puzzle, and then complete the blueprint of the entire story.

Joel couldn't help closing his eyes, let out a long breath, and then turned to look at Ethan beside him, only to find that Ethan had fallen into deep contemplation, with thoughts written between his brows and eyes. Joel couldn't help but look around, and then he found a very interesting thing: almost all the faces of the people around showed solemn or profound expressions, and they were caught in their own thoughts, and the strong reflection almost Similar traces can be found in everyone.

Precisely because of this, the subtitles of the movie have been scrolled up for about two minutes, but the movie theater is still silent, no one stands up, no one makes a sound, and no one leaves, as if enjoying the movie's ending song full of Brazilian style. Everyone sat quietly in their positions, motionless.

Joel couldn't help laughing, then stood up, agitating his hands, Crack! Crack!