The uneasiness of leaving home in the background, the doubts of newcomers, the strange streets, the flow of people like weaving, and the strange accents floating in the air that cannot be distinguished.

Raul took his sister along the beautiful coastal avenue, but he no longer had the excitement and joy of seeing the sunrise in his heart.

Dad's words have been lingering in his mind.

[We have no retreat. If we are in danger... Raul, take my sister to run. 】

Take my sister to run...Where to go?

Raul raised his head, crossed the street, and saw a thin and small figure flashing in front of the red and white houses on the opposite side.

He should be a legendary Indian, his yellow skin is lighter than the Moors and darker than the Spanish.

He is about thirteen or fourteen years old, wearing loose linen clothes, brightly painted on his face, with an unknown kind of meat in his mouth, pushing a cart full of wooden boards.

He felt Raul's gaze, stopped the car, turned his head and showed Raul a big smile, showing the entire row of white teeth.

Raul was taken aback.

At the moment when he saw that smile, Raul’s mind suddenly recalled the horror story about the Indian cannibals. Combined with the meat in the mouth of the Indian teenager, Raul always felt that the smile was like a wolf seeing the little sheep……

He... wants to eat us!

Raul's hand suddenly pressed hard, and the little Sophia snorted in pain, and desperately broke free from her brother's claws, and got into her mother's arms in panic.

"Brother, you hurt me again!"

"Sophia..."

Raul bit his lip, and finally did not say what he had just judged.

"Sophia, I'm sorry... My brother just lost his mind."

"Well, I forgive you."

The family continued to move forward, following the map they had previously taken from the pilot, and turning to the right in a green-walled building with a centaur sculpture in front of the door, and soon they came to a fountain square.

To the north of the square is the chapel of this block. The pastor is preaching in front of the church, and to the south is a simple three-story building, without mountains and dews. The Roman-style foyer is hung with the signboard of the small building, which says [Dre Immigration and Resettlement Office of the Chamber of Commerce] is an English signboard, but the translations in Spanish, French and Portuguese are marked under English.

The mother held her father worriedly: "My dear, did we go wrong?"

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

"But the Drake Chamber of Commerce..."

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

"So you must have gone wrong?"

"Well……"

"Dad, let me ask!"

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

"Raul, you..."

"I'll ask!" he said categorically, "this town... if... only Dad can protect Sophia!"

"I! Go!"

...

"Lord Snapsko, this is a comparison table of the average daily resettlement volume since January and November and December last year."

The sweet-looking Immigration Department papers stood beside Faramin with a thick stack of forms.

"Since January, the Taxation and Household Registration Section has set up a service window in the department. The effect is very good. There is also the land grant lottery system implemented in December last year. The average daily resettlement volume in December has increased by 17% compared with November. In two days, it was an 11% increase over December."

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

"Thank you." Flamming nodded, and the fingers of the document passed the back of the document's hand intentionally or unintentionally.

Miss Clerk's face was flushed, but her hand did not hide.

The corners of Flaming's mouth hung up, and he glanced at the document's name badge: "Miss Vivienne..."

"Yes……"

"I heard that in order to cooperate with this resettlement work, the Immigration Department declined Ms. Xavier's proposal for a holiday, and only took a half-day rest on Christmas Eve. I gave up on Christmas and New Year's holidays?"

"Yeah!" Vivienne nodded, "This is an initiative of the union, and I also voted in favor of the whole vote."

"Really a kind girl." Flamming stretched the sideburns of Vivienne and spread it out. "You have been working hard during this period. You must have not rested, okay? Even your hair has dried out."

Vivienne's face flushed to the base of her neck: "I...wash my hair every day..."

"I'm talking about rest!" Flamming scowled, "Insufficient rest is a natural enemy of ladies. Even for me, you shouldn't hurt your beauty!"

"But... the temporary settlements in the port area can only meet the most basic survival guarantee. Ms. Xavier said that if we add an hour to the shift, the new immigrants' sense of identification with Miami and Drake will increase by a bit..."

"My Vivienne has a soft heart like an angel."

The stern face softened, and the hand stroking the hair naturally touched his face.

Faramin held Vivienne's face and guided her to look at herself.

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

"Until then?"

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

Vivienne's eyes sparkled.

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

Bang!

At the critical moment of the final word, the door of the immigration office was slammed open.

In the light of the sky, a shabby Spanish teenager gasped and maintained the posture of pushing the door, his violent aura was like Moses trying to split the Red Sea.

"Cunning Englishman!!! I... I ask you, you hide the real immigration office in..."

"Guard, cross out!" Faramin's face was blue when he was interrupted from casting the spell.

He is a red man in Miami. Every Drake employee who works in Miami knows that he is also favored by the young Attis vice president and the powerful Xavier manager. The future is limitless.

Therefore, even from a theoretical point of view, he is now only one of a dozen section chiefs of the real estate management department of an asset management company. He is only responsible for the docking of immigration affairs. There is no relationship with the immigration department at all, and there is no position order. The staff in the department, even, his order conflicts with the director's "home away from home" instruction...

But he said to cross out, that boy would never be racked out!

The two guards with big waists shook off their batons and approached Raul with a grinning grin.

Poor little Raul was frightened.

But his brother's responsibility to his sister supported him. The image of the cunning English villain and the image of the cannibal Indian teenager awakened him. There is no way for him to go back!

"Eng... English! Even if you arrest me as a white slave, even if... even if you let the Indians eat me, I will... I also... hand over the real immigration office! Give us the immigration office. ..."

Click!

Two truncheons went under his armpits, one left and the right, and crossed their backs. The guards lifted their arms easily, and the thin Raul was crossed into the sky.

The frightened teenager kicked his legs indiscriminately.

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

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Squeak.

The humid sea breeze blew across the streets and alleys of Miami, and the young man lay on the slate floor outside the immigration office, and his voice was still.

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

A trace of relief rose in Raul's heart, and among those mocking, curious and worried gazes, he comforted himself, as long as he stayed still, the leaves would bury him.

He heard footsteps.

Because the bashful head was completely against the slate, the rustling footsteps sounded exceptionally clear.

He heard his sister's voice: "Mom, why did your brother lie on the ground? Did you make the two bearded uncles angry? Sophia should go and apologize?"