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"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 with their palms screaming.

"Shoot, shoot!"

Although it was not clear what happened, the remaining gang members subconsciously raised their submachine guns at the little girl in front of them after hearing the screams from their accomplices.

As members of the gang members in Sun City, even during a major earthquake, they would still not hesitate to attack the police who dig their bodies from the ruins and **** their weapons and equipment.

So don't expect them to have the slightest sympathy 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 uncomfortable , is damn.

In the slum, gunfire continued to sound.

The muzzle of the submachine gun was aimed in the direction of the little girl, constantly spitting out tongues of flame.

After a few seconds, the gang members stopped their movements as the bullets in their hands were depleted.

"Damn, we killed Moy too."

"You should have reminded him!"

"How do I know that he stayed where he was without dodging?"

"You should have used a flashlight when you just fired."

"I only have two hands, so I can't shoot and look at Moy at the same time. He should have figured out how to dodge the bullet..."

"Didn't you see he was hurt?"

"He just injured his hand, not his foot!"

Pointing the flashlight at the girl's location, several people looked at the **** accomplices, and began to blame each other and complained a few words.

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

Immediately afterwards, the gang member with the flashlight reacted after realizing it. He waved the flashlight in his hand and took a few photos around the body of the unlucky accomplice, but found no trace of the girl.

"How can this be!"

"I clearly saw her there."

Watching 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 gun in their hands, the strange scene in front of them has made these gang members reluctant. They may dare to attack the police and even the members of the peacekeeping force with guns, and treat the people on the patrol team as objects of fun, but once Involved in the existence of voodoo, they obviously lost the courage to confront.

This is the fear that has been rooted in the hearts of all Haitians for decades.

Holding the submachine gun, they stepped back cautiously. In fear, these gang members even forgot to collect the body of the accomplice who was killed by the gun.

"Are you looking for me?"

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

Suddenly, the girl's crisp and pleasant voice sounded from behind.

Turning their heads, under the light of the flashlight, they saw that the disappeared girl had appeared behind them at some point.

She tilted her head and swept across the crowd in front of her, and the girl's green eyes flashed a faint color.

Looking at her, 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, barked her teeth and let out a low growl like a beast, turning into an afterimage and rushing towards the crowd.

"Ow!"

"what!"

"Monster, monster!"

"Help, no..."

...

Port-au-Prince, Little White House.

Gendarmerie with live ammunition stood guard around the presidential palace, preventing any suspicious persons from approaching here.

As the current president who came to power by a military coup, he is naturally worried that he will be ousted in the same way.

Therefore, from the day of the successful seizure of power, the entire presidential palace was equipped with powerful firepower. In order to maintain his position, the new president also dispatched a small army to be stationed in the presidential palace in order to maintain his position.

"...The most important thing now is to quiet down those protesting people outside."

Inside the presidential palace, the expression on the new president's face was a little gloomy.

"We can send the military directly to suppress the protesters."

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

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

Although the solution proposed by the warlord made the new president a little moved, after thinking about it for a while, he shook his head and rejected this tempting suggestion.

"No, we have just come to power. If the army is sent to suppress the protesters at this time, it will easily trigger a public backlash, and the guys in the peacekeeping force 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.

Funny to say, Haiti is a country on the face of it.

However, because of the chaotic situation, most of the domestic security needs to be supported by the police dispatched by the United Nations.

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 the protesters cannot be suppressed, the only option is to build."

In the President's Office ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ After thinking hard for a while, the new president finally came up with his own solution.

"Shut up those protesting people by repairing and building disaster sites."

"Construction, we have no money at all in our hands."

Hearing the new president's proposal, the military representative couldn't help but say: "What's more, the disaster area 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. We didn't fit the purpose of coming to power in the first place."

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

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

"Right now, the world knows about the catastrophe we have suffered, and this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to use the world's sympathy for us to build and rebuild slogans to get money, and then arrange for trustworthy people to register a few A construction company will invest the funds obtained from the aid into the company, and the money will not become ours at that time, and we can also persuade the public to invest the donations that have been obtained into the construction.”