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

As dusk approaches, the streets begin to become lively. People passing by greet each other warmly, and children run around laughing and playing.

A very ordinary life scene.

Only from time to time there would be teenagers on motorcycles whizzing by, most of them carrying guns.

Benny stopped and said, "They must have gone to deliver goods and just came back."

Xi Mingming raised his camera.

"Sister, are you really going to the DU manufacturing factory for an interview tomorrow?" Benny asked Xi Mingming uncertainly.

Deep in Benny's heart, he had been in deep loneliness for the long eighteen years. It was not until today that he understood what it felt like to be truly understood and understood by others.

Children from the slums pursue instant gratification.

Since he decided to embark on the path of studying, Benny was destined to walk alone without any companions.

"Correct."

Even though the appointment had been made in advance, the drug trafficking group still dragged their feet for so many days. This morning, Uncle Ada was officially informed that he was willing to be filmed and interviewed tomorrow.

"It's dangerous." Benny warned.

More than once, journalists who dared to enter the slums died at the hands of drug dealers. If they were shot directly, they were lucky, at least they didn't have to endure too much torture.

……

A football rolled to his feet. Xi Mingming, wearing military boots, stepped back slightly and stopped the football with the arch of his foot.

The action was very crisp.

Xi Mingming was once a member of the OUHK women's football team and still remembers the action.

She looked up.

A group of barefoot young men and women gathered in a rare open space at the corner.

The open space fanned out. On one side of the curve were the back walls of the sheds, and at the base of the wall was a long mountain of garbage. The children stood in the central open space.

Benny explained: "That's a paradise for children in this area. I played football there with everyone when I was a child."

A black girl raised her arms and shouted to Xi Mingming: "Hey, it's our football, can you kick it over?"

A very bright and generous girl.

"no problem."

Xi Mingming made his first shot, and the ball flew towards the girl. She turned around, raised her foot, and stopped the ball in one go.

Xi Mingming smiled when he saw this, saying that Beijing is indeed the “Capital of Football”.

……

She looked back at Benny, "I know. I want to tell all the people in the world about the dangers of drugs in the most intuitive way."

Benny was stunned: "As far as I know, China is already one of the countries with the strictest ban on DU."

"It is worthwhile to further deepen the public's awareness of the harm of DU at any time and in any form."

"Sister, please be careful."

"I will. What about you? You don't need to be my guide anymore. Are you going to go back home and help out in the store?"

"I joined a non-profit organization, the Favela Painting Foundation. They have a great idea to give slum houses colorful coats."

Benny is full of hope: "The association wants to make good use of colors to make the residents here feel more satisfied and have a sense of belonging."

"It's a change that doesn't cost a lot, just a little bit of paint and has a lot of versatility," he explained.

Xi Mingming praised it highly: "It's a great idea. If all these gray and scattered house walls are covered with personalized graffiti... maybe more people will be willing to go to the slums and see the slums."

Xi Mingming's Portuguese becomes increasingly fluent in communication.

Benny was a little embarrassed: "I'm not good at graffiti, I just help with logistics."

"The best are those who are taking action, Benny."

Benny folded his arms behind his head and looked up at the sky.

"No one in this country wants to have anything to do with slums, and no mass media wants to report on them. We hope to change that."

Benny's eyes sparkled in the dusk light: "Reporter sister, I'm actually...looking forward to your special report."

This is a pure young man with ideals, who is hardworking, progressive and concerned about society.

Every citizen has a share of responsibility for the success or failure of a country. ——Xi Mingming saw the most simple patriotic sentiment in the young man.

Xi Mingming promised: "I will definitely live up to your expectations."

When he returned to the door of his residence, Xi Mingming turned around and looked directly at the boy: "You should do your best too, Benny."

"Be careful, sister." Benny whispered behind Xi Mingming.

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"The broadcast images must be tightly mosaiced to show people, and must not reveal any information that could lead to pursuit," emphasized the young receptionist, Baroni.

The drug trafficking group wanted to show its strength to the local military and police, not to seek its own death.

The military and police publicized the "clean-up operation" on the slums everywhere, causing people within the groups and between groups to become restless.

Even though he was surrounded by people armed with guns, Xi Mingming tried to remain calm: "Honesty is one of the most basic qualities of a journalist. Since I promised, I will definitely do it."

It is not Xi Mingming's responsibility to crack down on DU trafficking in the country.

The system is chattering: [Fuck, it's all guns, host. There are more than a dozen heavy machine gun checkpoints, let's not go in, just interview a few people...]

[There are fourteen heavy machine gun checkpoints, nine of which have native Philae dogs. ]

You see, at any time, the only thing a person can rely on is his own brain.

……

Finally, he arrived at a room, pushed the door open, and a choking smell hit him in the face.

Xi Mingming followed Baroni into the room. Dust was flying in the air and visibility in the room was low.

"This is the packing room," Baroni introduced.

Xi Mingming set up the camera, and a man with a gun stood up in the corner of the room and yelled at them: "What are you doing? Don't record!"

Xi Mingming stopped and noticed that the gun on the opposite side was loaded.

Xi Mingming looked at Baroni.

Baroni put one hand behind his back to hold the pistol at his waist, and gestured to the opposite side with the other hand.

Only after the other party allowed Baroni to approach did he loosen his hand holding the gun at his waist and walked over to grab the man with the gun.

The two men approached each other, and after Baroni explained, the man with the gun glanced at Xi Mingming and sat down again.

……

The room was only about 20 square meters. The fifteen subcontracting workers glanced at Xi Mingming and ignored their dispute.

They were each busy with their own work.

Baroni came over, "You can continue."

Xi Mingming thanked him.

She set up the tripod again, turned on the camera, picked up the microphone, stood in front of the camera, and simply said her words in Chinese.

The armed man rushed over again, and pointed the M4 carbine directly at Xi Mingming's head.

He asked fiercely, "What are you talking about?"

Xi Mingming held the microphone tightly, looked directly at the man with the gun, and said calmly: "Before I came in, I told Baroni that I need to record a video clip and speak in Chinese. This will be proof of my field visit."

Xi Mingming's arrival was reported to the Chinese embassy in the local area and also to the local police station.

The other party didn't dare to shoot easily.

She couldn't panic.

The more panicked people are, the more likely it is to stimulate the DU dealers' sense of superiority, which makes them even less safe.