Rio de Janeiro, Brazil.
From the air, Rio can be seen with its outline spread out among the mountains, coasts, islands and oceans, looking like a vibrant city.
Vitality gives birth to enthusiasm. Because of its natural geographical conditions, facing the Atlantic Ocean and with its back against the Brazilian Shield, it explores the ocean in front and conquers the mountains in the back. This innate quality of not fearing difficulties and obstacles makes the people here full of wildness and romance.
On the Quinjet, Lynn could already see the densely packed houses below. They were colorful and of various shapes, like palaces built by civilians. In the middle of these colorful buildings, there were winding alleys.
These alleys are surely filled with kids playing pickup soccer, in small groups of two or three, passing the ball between graffiti-covered walls, developing a rapport with their beloved football.
Maybe their bodies are already dirty and their sneakers have holes in them, but there is a certain light in their eyes that should be imprinted with the image of a clean and shining green field.
Old Trafford, Bernabeu, Camp Nou…
Lin En was admiring the exotic novelty brought by the scattered houses when suddenly the plane began to dive, allowing him to see more clearly.
Only then did he realize that his first impression seemed to be filtered.
The so-called colorful houses that are built to look like palaces are actually some illegal and dilapidated buildings.
They are crowded together in no regular pattern, extending from the low-lying areas to the middle of the mountain. It is difficult to find a smooth road among them. Looking from the air, it looks like a handful of Lego bricks scattered casually.
The children playing football and running freely as imagined are not common here. Instead, there are more armed men patrolling with guns.
They were in groups of three or five, wandering around checkpoints and markets, wearing different clothes and carrying different weapons, and they looked numerous.
The freedom, enthusiasm and unrestrainedness of the previous moment were suddenly replaced by a feeling of suffocation under high pressure.
This is a favela in Rio, a place controlled by armed gangs.
"The personnel here are very complicated and the population is very dense, so it is very difficult to track a person." Captain America, who had changed his clothes, leaned on the porthole and looked out, giving a preliminary evaluation.
"However, it's easy to get news in a place like this. If that mysterious guy really shows up here, we'll hear the news in no time."
"Does SHIELD have a base here? It looks like we'll have to stay here for a few days." Lin En agreed with Captain America.
"Unfortunately, there isn't any, so we have to find a way to solve the problem of food and accommodation ourselves."
"I hope we have enough budget." Lynn nodded.
"Captain, Mr. Mysterious Man, we have arrived at our destination. Do you want to rappel down or wait until I land?" asked the driver in front.
"I prefer a more direct way of debuting." Captain America picked up his shield, weighed it, pressed the button in the cabin and opened the hatch.
Suddenly, the wind outside rushed into the cabin, making Lin En unable to stand.
"See you later!" Captain America jumped out of the fighter plane.
After a long journey, he needed to stretch his muscles.
At this time, the plane was probably still fifty or sixty meters above the ground, but the other party landed steadily and squatted down as if nothing had happened, even posing in a classic posture.
This kind of physical strength made Lynn envious.
However, he would not show any fear.
A breath later, he flashed to Captain America's side.
"Very impressive, kid." It was the first time that Captain America saw Lynn's magic. He frowned for a while, then shook his head.
Since he woke up, he has seen more and more things that are beyond his understanding. He must learn to be indifferent so as not to be left behind by this disturbingly fast-paced era.
"Thank you. Your jump just now was amazing enough, Captain." Lin En felt that when facing Captain America, he was like facing a press spokesperson. He felt inexplicably restrained.
I think it has something to do with the other person's overly strong sense of the times and strong values.
"Hey, both officers, have a nice trip in Rio. The Hayabusa will be there whenever you need support!"
Seeing that the mission target had left the plane in an incredible way, the pilot of the Hayabusa naturally had nothing to say.
"Set off!"
Captain America raised his hand to bid farewell to the fighter plane, put the shield behind him, and walked forward again.
After about ten minutes, the two came to an alley.
The alley seemed extremely narrow and winding, with some abandoned cars occupying the only space, making it extremely difficult to pass through.
I heard that this is one of the entrances to this poor area.
It is hard to imagine that the slum, which is home to at least hundreds of thousands of people, can be entered and exited through this small alley.
The only explanation is that this slum has become a self-contained system where people can get everything they need in life without having to go out frequently.
This is something that deserves our vigilance.
Any system will increase entropy. Without deliberate maintenance, the system cannot operate normally.
And obviously, it is the armed gang members who maintain order here.
Sure enough, not long after Lin En followed Captain America, he was stopped and questioned by armed men.
"Who are you? Why are you here?"
Several gunmen surrounded them, extremely alert.
"Reporter." Captain America made up an excuse.
"Do you have permission to interview?" The militants looked at Captain America's attire, especially a certain part of his body, and expressed doubt.
"Do reporters need permission to come here?" Captain America frowned. It seemed that his identity just now was very poor. At the same time, he looked at Lin En, signaling the other party to follow his orders.
But then, he saw that the militant suddenly became dazed.
"Be careful when you're walking around in there and don't break the rules." The other party suddenly changed his words.
"OK." Captain America accepted it happily.
Apparently this was the work of his mysterious partner.
"Hey, young man, I'm beginning to like Nick's arrangement this time." Captain America has a good habit of encouraging his teammates.
"Oh, really, Captain? I was worried that this would disturb your plans to exercise." Lynn thought about how Hawkeye usually got along with him and began to imitate his way of speaking.
"They are obviously highly organized. If a real fight breaks out, we might soon be wanted by the entire slum." Captain America readily agreed.
"What's next? Where are we going?" Lin En nodded and asked again.
"Go find a well-informed place nearby."
"bar?"
"sounds good."
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