Chapter 515

Background: the uneasiness of leaving home, the doubts of newcomers, strange streets and lanes, such as weaving people, and strange accents floating in the air.

Raul led his sister along the beautiful Binhai Avenue, but his heart had long lost the excitement and joy of seeing the sunrise.

Dad's words haunted his mind.

We have no way back. If we are in danger... Raul, take your sister and run away

Take your sister... Where are you going?

Raul looked up and crossed the street and saw a thin and small figure flashing in front of the red and white houses across the street.

He should be a legendary Indian. His yellow skin is lighter than the moors and deeper than the Spanish.

He was about thirteen or fourteen years old, dressed in loose linen clothes, painted his face with bright oil paint, held an unknown kind of preserved meat in his mouth, and pushed a cart full of boards.

When he felt Raul's eyes, he stopped the car and turned to Raul, showing a big smile and a whole row of white teeth.

Raul was startled.

At the moment of seeing the smile, Raul suddenly recalled the horror story about the Indian cannibal in his mind. Combined with the preserved meat in the mouth of the Indian boy, Raul always felt that the smile was like a wolf seeing a lamb

He... Wants to eat us!

Raul's hand jerked. Little Sophia snorted bitterly, desperately broke free from her brother's claws and drilled into her mother's arms in panic.

"Brother, you hurt me again!"

"Sophia..."

Raul bit his lip and finally didn't say what he had just judged.

"Sophia, I'm sorry... My brother was distracted just now."

"Well, I forgive you."

The family went on, followed the map taken from the pilot, turned right in a green wall building with a centaur sculpture in front of the door, and soon came to a fountain square.

To the north of the square is the chapel in this block. The priest is preaching in front of the church. To the south is a simple three storey building without mountains and dew. The sign of the small building is hung on the Romanesque lobby, which reads [Drake chamber of Commerce resettlement Department], which is an English sign, but the translation of Spanish, French and Portuguese is marked under English.

Mother worried and grabbed her father: "honey, are we going the wrong way?"

"The map really refers to this, unless there is another fountain square with chapel near the wharf..."

"But Drake chamber of Commerce..."

"I don't know." Dad put down his luggage in distress. "It's reasonable to say that the immigration department should be a government department."

"So you must have gone wrong?"

"Well..."

"Dad, I'll ask!"

Raul's whole body was shining with the halo of sacrifice, and his parents were completely confused by his blood.

"Raul, you..."

"I'll ask!" he said firmly. "This town... If... Only dad can protect Sophia!"

"I'm going!"

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"Chief snapps, this is the comparison table of daily average resettlement since January and last November and December."

The sweet looking immigration clerk stood next to faraming with a stack of thick forms.

"In January, the tax and registered residence office set up a window in the Department, which was very effective, and the system of land grant lots started in December last year. The average daily settlement in December increased by 17% compared with November, and the two days increased by 11% over December."

"At Christmas, the temporary resettlement sites in the port area have been cleared. As long as there is no special family situation, the new immigrants arriving in Hong Kong can be resettled on the same day, and the feedback from all aspects is very good."

"Thank you." faraming nodded, and his finger, which received the document, crossed the back of his hand intentionally or unintentionally.

The clerical lady blushed on her face, but her hand did not hide.

Faraming hung up the corner of his mouth and glanced at the badge of the instrument: "Miss Vivian..."

"Yes..."

"It's said that in order to cooperate with the resettlement work, the Immigration Department declined Ms. Xavier's proposal for rotation, only rested for half a day on Christmas Eve, and gave up the holidays of Christmas and new year's day?"

"Hmm!" Vivian nodded. "This is the initiative of the trade union. I also voted for it in the plenary vote."

"What a kind girl." faraming stroked the hair from Vivian's sideburns. "It's been hard for you these days. You must have no rest? Even your hair has become dry."

Vivian's face turned red to the root of her neck: "I... Wash my hair every day..."

"I'm talking about rest!" faraming said. "Lack of rest is a lady's natural enemy. Even for me, you shouldn't hurt your beauty!"

"However... The temporary resettlement sites in the port area can only meet the most basic survival guarantee. Ms. Xavier said that if we add an hour shift, the new immigrants' sense of identity with Miami and Drake can be increased..."

"My Vivian, her heart is as soft as an angel."

The stiff face softened, and the hand stroking her hair naturally touched her face.

Faraming holds Vivian's face and guides her to look at herself.

"I can't stop you from contributing to Miami, but the tide of immigration is coming to an end. Ms. Xavier said that the first level war preparedness will be lifted on January 15, and then..."

"By then?"

"My family has a small villa by the lake of Pansy manor. There is a small herd of deer nearby. We can often see deer playing in the flower field in the yard. Because they have never been driven away, they are not afraid of people..."

Vivian's eyes sparkled.

"If you like small animals, maybe we..."

Boom!

At the critical moment, the door of the Immigration Department was slammed open.

In the light of the sky, a shabby Spanish boy breathed heavily and maintained the position of pushing the door, which was as bold as Moses wanted to split the Red Sea.

"Cunning Englishman!!! I... I ask you, where did you hide the real Immigration Department..."

"Guard, fork out!" faraming, who was interrupted to cast the spell, turned blue.

He is a popular man in Miami. Every Drake employee working in Miami knows that he is favored by the young vice president of Yates and the strong manager of Xavier. His future is unlimited.

Therefore, even in theory, he is only one of more than a dozen section chiefs of the real estate management office of the asset management company. He is only responsible for the docking of immigration affairs. There is no superior subordinate relationship with the Immigration Department, and there is no position to order the staff in the Department. Even his order conflicts with the director's instruction of "being at home"

But he said that if he forked out, the boy would never be put out!

Two big, round armed guards shook off their batons and approached Raul with a grim smile.

Poor little Raul was frightened to death.

But his brother's responsibility to his sister supported him. The image of cunning English villains and cannibal Indian teenagers alerted him that he had no way out!

"England... Englishman! Even if you catch me as a white slave, even if... Even if you let the Indians eat me, I also... I also... Hand over the real immigration department! Give our immigration department..."

Click!

Two batons, one left and one right, drilled under his armpit and crossed his back. The guards easily raised their arms, and the thin Raul was forked into the sky.

The frightened boy kicked his legs disorderly.

"What are you doing! Let go of me! I won't wait to die! God will punish you! Spaniards will never be slaves! Never be slaves!"

Squeak.

well!

Call~

Pop!

Squeak.

The humid sea breeze blew through the streets and alleys of Miami. The teenagers were lying on the slate outside the Immigration Department, five bodies on the ground, and the sound was still.

An unknown leaf swirled down on the back of his head and gently pressed his naturally curly dark brown short hair.

Raul's heart rose a trace of relief. In the midst of those mocking, curious and worried eyes, he comforted himself that as long as he didn't move, the leaves would bury him.

He heard footsteps.

Because the ashamed head was completely against the stone slab, the rustling footsteps sounded particularly clear.

He heard his sister's voice: "Mom, why did my brother lie on the ground? Did you annoy the two bearded uncles just now? Sophia, would you like to apologize?"