screenwriter mystery

Chapter 350
"Damn, what happened!"

From the perspective of these gang members, they only saw the accomplice say a few words to the little girl, and then fell to the ground screaming and clutching his hands.

"Shoot, shoot!"

Although it is not clear what exactly happened, but hearing the screams from the accomplice, the remaining gang members subconsciously raised their submachine guns and pointed them at the little girl in front of them.

As members of gangs in Sun City, even during a major earthquake, they would still not hesitate to attack the police digging up corpses from the ruins and snatch their weapons and equipment.

So don't expect them to have the slightest sympathy just because the target of the attack is a little girl. In the eyes of these gang members, there is no difference between adults and children, as long as it will cause them trouble, or simply make them unhappy. , be damned.

In the slums, gunshots continued to ring out.

The muzzle of the submachine gun was pointed in the direction where the little girl was, continuously spitting flames.

A few seconds later, as the bullets in their hands were emptied, the gang members stopped their movements.

"Damn it, we killed Moy too."

"You should have warned him!"

"How did I know that he just stayed where he was so non-evasively?"

"You should have had a flashlight on it when you fired the shot."

"I only have two hands, so I can't shoot at Moy at the same time. He should think of dodging the bullet by himself..."

"Didn't you see he was hurt?"

"He only hurt his hand, not his foot!"

Shining the flashlight on where the girl was, they looked at the mangled accomplice and began to shirk responsibility and complain to each other.

"Wait a minute, where's the girl?"

Immediately afterwards, the gang member holding the flashlight came to his senses belatedly. He waved the flashlight in his hand and took a few shots around the dead body of the unlucky accomplice, but found no trace of the girl.

"how can that be!"

"I obviously saw her there."

Seeing this scene, the expressions on the faces of some gang members began to change.

"It's voodoo, it's witchcraft!"

Subconsciously, they thought of the weird and unpredictable witchcraft of voodoo.

Clenching the submachine guns in their hands, the weird scene in front of them has already made these gang members retreat. They may dare to attack the police and even the members of the peacekeeping force with guns, and regard the patrol team as the object of fun, but once When the existence of voodoo was involved, they obviously lost the courage to fight.

This is the deep-seated fear of all Haitians for decades.

Holding the submachine gun, they stepped back cautiously. In fear, these gang members even forgot to help collect the corpses of their accomplices who were shot dead.

"Are you looking for me?"

However, it wasn't until they walked a few steps.

Suddenly, the girl's clear and sweet voice sounded from behind.

Turning his head, he could see under the light of the flashlight that the girl who disappeared had appeared behind them at some point.

Tilting her head and sweeping across the crowd in front of her, the girl's green eyes flashed faintly.

Looking into her eyes, several gang members instantly had the illusion that they were being targeted by a ferocious beast.

Immediately afterwards, they saw that the girl stretched out her sharp claws, bared her teeth and let out a low growl like a beast, and turned into an afterimage and rushed towards the crowd.

"Ow!"

"what!"

"Monster, monster!"

"Help, no..."

……

Port-au-Prince, the Little White House.

Military police with live ammunition are on guard around the presidential palace to prevent any suspicious personnel from approaching here.

As the current president who came to power by means of a military coup, he is naturally worried about being ousted in the same way.

Therefore, from the day when he successfully seized power, the entire presidential palace was equipped with powerful firepower. In order to keep his position, the new president also dispatched a small army to station in the presidential palace in order to keep his position.

"...The most important thing now is to calm down the protesting people outside."

Inside the presidential palace, the new president had a gloomy expression on his face.

"We can directly send the army to suppress the protesting people."

In this regard, military representatives put forward their own methods.

The situation of the Haitian army is a bit complicated. In 1994, the then president disbanded the army at that time and replaced it with the police force. Since then, the military forces in Haiti have become chaotic, and the disbanded army has become a warlord. The willingness to give up the rights in their hands has become one of the reasons for the political chaos in Haiti.

Although the new president was a little moved by the method proposed by the warlord, after thinking about it for a while, he still shook his head and rejected this tempting opinion.

"No, we have only just come to power. If we send the army to suppress the protesters at this time, it will easily trigger a public backlash. And those peacekeepers must not forget their existence."

"Peacekeepers!"

Hearing the name that appeared in the president's mouth, a look of disgust flashed in the eyes of the military representative.

It's funny to say, although Haiti is a country on the surface.

However, due to the chaotic situation, most of the security maintenance in the country needs to rely on the police dispatched by the United Nations to barely support it.

As warlords, they naturally don't have much affection for these United Nations guys. It's a pity that the reality forces them to cooperate with these people.

"Since these protesting people cannot be suppressed, the only choice is to build this road."

In the president's office, after thinking hard for a while, the new president finally came up with his own solution.

"Silence the protesters by repairing and constructing the affected areas."

"Construction, we simply don't have money in our hands."

Hearing the method proposed by the new president, the military representative couldn't help but said: "What's more, the scope of the disaster covers the entire vicinity of Port-au-Prince. If you want to build and repair these damaged areas, it may cost hundreds of millions of dollars. It doesn’t match the purpose we came to power in the first place.”

"Don't worry, the so-called construction is just an excuse to calm people's hearts."

Looking at the military representative with a slightly excited expression in front of him, the new president calmly comforted him.

"Right now, the whole world is aware of the disaster we have suffered. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. We can use the world's sympathy for us to build a slogan of reconstruction, get money, and then arrange for trustworthy people to register a few As a construction company, the funds obtained from the aid are invested in the enterprise, and the money will not become ours by then, and we can also persuade the public to invest the donations in the construction.”

(End of this chapter)