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Chapter 349 Slums

Late night, Port-au-Prince.

In Sun City, the largest slum in the area, sporadic gunfire continued to resound in this poor neighborhood.

"If you don't kill the criminals, they'll come back to trouble you."

This is what the local police in Haiti shouted to the people living in the slums through loudspeakers. It also proves from the side how bad the local law and order has become, and the people actually need to rely on themselves to defend judicial justice.

In fact, all this is not without reason.

Because of the previous major earthquake, a local prison was damaged, and the gang bosses who were originally imprisoned in it even escaped from it, taking advantage of this chaotic situation to do evil, making the Haitian local The law and order has become a bit worse.

As a well-known slum in Haiti, it was known for its chaotic security situation long before the earthquake, and now it has become the most chaotic and dangerous place in the area.

The members of those gangs control everything here, and they attack anyone who wants to undermine their rule, even the police.

Before, when the earthquake first occurred, the local police in Haiti, under the command of the arriving American soldiers, tried to arrest these escaped criminals, but there were more than 4000 criminals, even the American military. Headache, after a few days of hard work, the United States naturally returned this task to the local police.

At the same time, thanks to Haiti's poor administrative speed.

The damaged prison has not been repaired until now, which makes it impossible for the police to hold a few fugitives even if they are caught.

But most of the residents in Sun City can only rely on themselves, armed with big knives and set up night patrols.

"Haha, these idiots actually think that they can fight us with just a few knives."

Coming out of the house, several Haitian local gang members who had completed the robbery with guns uttered mocking voices.

Most of the weapons and equipment they used came from the peacekeeping force and the local police station in the earthquake. A major earthquake caused a large number of casualties, but it gave these gang members a chance to take advantage of it. These military and police equipment were excavated from the ruins and transformed into powerful organizational personnel.

With these weapons, even the local police in Haiti did not dare to hunt them down easily.

As for the American soldiers who rushed over, they retreated immediately after discovering the weapons in the hands of the gang.

After all, compared with the dispensable Haitian people, the lives of American soldiers are the most expensive.

The military would not dare to let American soldiers lose in a place like Haiti.

Walking swaggeringly on the streets of the slums, these gang members relied on the flashlights in their hands that also came from the maintenance force to illuminate the road ahead.

"Wait a minute, there seems to be someone in front."

At this moment, the gang member holding the flashlight suddenly noticed a figure flashing in front of him.

He stopped in his tracks and reminded everyone around him.

"Who is it? Could it be those so-called 'Patrol' guys again?"

Hearing the reminder, one of the gang members said something nonchalantly.

"If it's them, we'll be able to make a little extra money again."

The huge equipment gap has caused these gang members to have completely different psychology from the local residents.

When they met each other, the local residents who formed the patrol team were full of fear, but the gang organizations responded with ridicule, and even some of them were tortured and killed.

With the firepower in hand, even the gang member who spotted the figure didn't have much vigilance in his heart.

He moved the flashlight in his hand and shone some more light in the direction where he found the figure.

Here, the figure appeared more clearly. Under the light, they could clearly see the figure in front of them. It was a little girl who didn't look very big.

The girl, wearing a jacket, seemed attracted by the light coming from behind her, and looked back in the direction of the gang members.

"At this time, there are still children playing outside?"

Looking at the little girl in front of them, several gang members looked at each other in blank dismay.

But soon, they were attracted by the little girl's appearance.

This is a blond and blue-eyed white girl who is completely different from the local children in Haiti. From the light of the flashlight, one can vaguely see that there is a touch of purple mixed with the other's blond hair.

"Hey, kid, where's your grown-up?"

Seeing this little blonde girl, a gang member had a greedy look in his eyes. He grinned evilly, and then walked towards the girl.

"Do you want us to accompany you to find the adults?"

Holding a submachine gun in one hand, he approached the girl.

Unexpectedly, facing this obviously malicious gang member, the girl opposite did not run away directly, but still stood there in a daze.

I don't know if I'm too scared, or I don't know what I'm about to encounter next.

Step by step, he approached the girl. As the two sides approached, the gang members saw the girl's appearance clearly, and the smile on the corner of their mouth became more obvious.

Stretching out his dirty fingers and placing them on the little girl's shoulders, the gang member opened his mouth to reveal his pair of snow-white teeth, and was about to say something.

"Unlucky?"

Suddenly, the little girl who was motionless in front of her suddenly lowered her head and muttered something in a low voice.

"what?"

Because the voice was too low and concerned, he didn't hear what the girl was saying clearly.

However, in the next second, the little girl raised her head and glanced at the palm on her shoulder with disgusted eyes.

"I mean, you guys are really unlucky to be found here."

The girl spoke English, and for a gang member who had never been abroad or attended school in his life, it was tantamount to speaking with a duck.

However, soon, he used his own experience to understand the meaning of the girl's words.

I saw the small little girl in front of me stretch out her white arm and put it on the palm of her shoulder, and then an unimaginable force came from the opponent's hand.

"what!"

Accompanied by a series of creepy bones shattering, the palm of the gang member's hand on the girl's shoulder was snapped into several pieces.

Facing the severe pain, the gang member in front of him knelt down on the ground, clutching his shattered palm and screaming in pain.

(End of this chapter)