"Damn, what happened!"

From the perspective of these gang members, they only saw their accomplices saying a few words to the little girl, then they covered their palms and screamed and fell to the ground.

"Shoot, shoot!"

Although I was not sure what was going on, but after hearing the screams from my accomplices, the remaining gang members subconsciously raised the submachine gun in their hands and pointed it at the little girl in front of them.

As members of the gangs who committed crimes in Sun City, even during the earthquake, they would still attack the police who dug up corpses from the ruins and rob them of weapons and equipment.

So don't expect them to feel sympathy because the target of the attack is a little girl. In the minds of these gang members, there is no difference between adults and children. As long as it will cause trouble to them or simply make them unhappy, it's damn.

In the slum, gunfire kept ringing.

The muzzle of the submachine gun was aimed at the direction where the little girl was, and kept spitting out flames.

After a few seconds, the gang members stopped their movements as the bullets were shot out.

"Damn it, we'll kill Moy too."

"You should remind him!"

"How did I know that he was just staying there without dodging or avoiding it?"

"When you just fired, you should have a flashlight."

"I only have two hands, and I can't do it while shooting Moi. He should have thought of avoiding the bullets..."

"Didn't you see him injured?"

"He just got a hand injury, not his feet!"

Shining the flashlight to the girl's location, the few people looked at the bloody accomplices and began to shirke responsibility and complain a few times.

"Wait a minute, where is that girl?"

Immediately afterwards, the gang members holding the flashlight came to their senses. He waved the flashlight in his hand and shone the body of the unlucky accomplice for a few times, but no trace of the girl was found.

"How is this possible!"

"I clearly saw her there."

As I watched 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 strange and unpredictable witchcraft of the Voodoo Cult.

Holding the submachine gun in his hand tightly, the strange scenes in front of them have already made these gang members retreat. They may dare to use guns to attack police and even members of peacekeeping troops, and treat patrol people as objects of fun, but once they are involved in the existence of voodoo, they obviously lose the courage to confront each other.

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

Holding the submachine gun, they stepped back carefully. In fear, these gang members even forgot to collect the corpses of the accomplices who were shot and killed by random shots.

"Are you looking for me?"

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

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

Turning his head, he saw under the light of the flashlight that the disappearing girl had appeared behind them at some point.

He tilted his head and swept across the people in front of him, and a faint look flashed in the girl's green eyes.

Looking at her eyes, several gang members instantly felt that they were being targeted by a ferocious beast.

Immediately afterwards, they saw the girl stretching out her sharp claws, baring her teeth and making a low roar like a beast, turning into a shadow and pounced towards everyone.

"Aowoo!"

"ah!"

"Monster, monster!"

"Help, no..."

...

Port-au-Prince, Little White House.

The gendarmes with live ammunition were on guard around the Presidential Palace to prevent all suspicious people from approaching here.

As the current president who came to power through a military coup, he naturally worried that he would be ousted in this way.

Therefore, from the day of 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 station in the presidential palace in order to maintain his position.

"…The top priority now is to calm down the protesters outside first."

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

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

In response, military representatives proposed their own solutions.

The situation of the Haitian army was a bit complicated. In 1994, the then president disbanded the army at that time and should be replaced by police forces. Since then, Haiti's military forces have become chaotic. The disbanded army has become warlords and is unwilling to give up their rights, which has become one of the reasons for the chaos in Haiti's political situation.

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

"No, we have just come to power shortly. If we send troops to suppress protesters at this time, it will easily trigger a rebound for the people. And those guys from peacekeeping forces cannot forget their existence."

"Peacekeeping Force!"

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

It's funny, although Haiti is an open country.

However, due to the chaotic situation, most of the domestic security maintenance actually needs to rely on the police sent by the United Nations to barely support it.

As warlords, they naturally don’t have much favoritism for these United Nations guys. Unfortunately, the reality forces them to cooperate with these people.

"Since we cannot suppress these protesting people, we can only choose to build this path."

In the president's office, after a while of thought, the new president finally proposed his own solution.

"Shut up the protesters by restoring and building disaster-affected sites."

"We have no money in our hands."

Hearing the new president's approach, the military representative couldn't help but say: "What's more, the disaster covers the entire Port-au-Prince. If you want to build and repair these damaged areas, it may cost hundreds of millions of dollars, which is inconsistent with our original purpose of taking office."

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

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