Five Hundred and Fourteenth REBIRTH II: Teenage Fantasy

The background is the uneasiness of leaving home, the doubts of newcomers, the strange streets and alleys, the crowds of people, and the strange accents that cannot be distinguished in the air.

Raul walked 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 kept lingering in his mind.

【We have no way out, if we are in danger... Raul, take your sister and run away. 】

Take my sister to run...where are you going?

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

He should be the legendary Indian. His yellow skin is lighter than that of the Moors and darker than that of the Spaniards.

He was about thirteen or fourteen years old, wearing loose linen clothes, with bright oil paint on his face, with an unknown type of dried meat in his mouth, and pushing a cart full of wooden boards.

Feeling Raul's gaze, he stopped the car, turned his head and gave Raul a big smile, showing a whole row of white teeth.

Raul was taken aback.

The moment he saw that smile, Raul suddenly recalled the horror stories about Indian cannibals in his mind. Combined with the dried meat in the mouth of the Indian boy, Raul always felt that the smile was like a wolf seeing a little boy. sheep……

He... wants to eat us!

Raul's hand suddenly tightened, little Sophia snorted in pain, desperately broke free from her brother's clutches, and crawled into her mother's arms in panic.

"Brother, you hurt me again!"

"Sophia..."

Raul bit his lip, but in the end he didn't express his judgment just now.

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

"Well, I forgive you."

The family continued to move forward, followed the map they had taken from the pilot, turned right at a building with a green wall with a centaur sculpture in front of it, and came to a fountain square not long after.

Just 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, which does not show mountains or dew. The signboard of the small building is hung on the Roman-style foyer, which reads [Dre Immigration and Resettlement Office of the Croatian Chamber of Commerce] is an English signboard, but the Spanish, French and Portuguese translations are marked under English.

Mom worriedly grabbed Dad: "Honey, did we go wrong?"

"The map does refer to this, unless there is another fountain square with a chapel near the pier..."

"But the Drake Chamber of Commerce..."

"I don't know either." Dad put down his luggage distressedly, "It stands to reason that the Immigration Department should be a government department."

"So you must have gone wrong?"

"Well……"

"Dad, I'll ask!"

Raul's whole body shone with an aura of sacrifice, and his blood was so hot that his parents couldn't figure it out.

"Raul, you..."

"I'll ask!" He said decisively, "This town...if...only Dad can protect Sophia!"

"I! Go!"

...

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

The sweet-looking clerk of the immigration agency stood beside Faraming holding a stack of thick forms.

"Beginning in January, the taxation and household registration department set up a service window in the department, and the effect is very good. In addition, the land-grant lottery system was implemented in December last year. The average daily resettlement in December increased by 17% compared with November. In two days, it has increased by 11% compared with December."

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

"Thank you." Faraming nodded, and the finger that received the document slid across the back of the clerk's hand intentionally or unintentionally.

The clerk's face flushed, but she didn't move her hand away.

The corner of Faraming's mouth was raised, and he glanced at the clerk's badge: "Miss Vivienne..."

"yes……"

"I heard that in order to cooperate with the resettlement work this time, the Immigration Department declined Ms. Xavier's proposal of taking a rotation, and only rested for half a day on Christmas Eve, and gave up the holidays of Christmas and New Year's Day?"

"Yeah!" Vivienne nodded, "This is the trade union's initiative, and I also voted for it during the unanimous vote."

"What a kind girl." Faraming brushed away the hair from Vivienne's temples. "You have worked hard during this time, so you must not have a rest, okay? Even your hair is dry."

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

"I'm talking about rest!" Faraming scowled, "Lack of rest is the natural enemy of a lady, even for me, you shouldn't hurt your beauty!"

"But... the temporary settlement in the port area can only meet the most basic survival guarantees. Ms. Xavier said that if we work an extra hour, the new immigrants' sense of identity with Miami and Drake will increase a little..."

"My Vivian, your heart is as soft as an angel's."

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

Faraming supported Vivienne's face, guiding her to look at him.

"I can't stop you from dedicating 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 15th. By then..."

"Until then?"

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

Vivienne's eyes sparkled.

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

Boom!

At the critical moment when the final decision was made, the gate of the immigration agency was slammed open.

Under the sky, a Spanish boy in shabby clothes was panting heavily and maintaining the posture of pushing the door. His aura was like Moses trying to split the Red Sea.

"Cunning Englishmen!!! I... I ask you, you hid the real immigration agency in..."

"Guard, get out!" Faramin's face was livid after being interrupted.

He is a popular man in Miami. Every Drake employee who works in Miami knows that he is favored by the young vice president Artis and the powerful manager Xavier at the same time, and his future prospects are limitless.

Therefore, even in theory, he is now just one of a dozen section chiefs in the real estate management office of the asset management company. He is only in charge of immigration affairs. The staff in the department, and even his orders conflicted with the director's instructions to "stay at home"...

But he said that if he got out, the boy would never be kicked out!

Two big-armed guards shook off their batons with a swish, and approached Raul with grinning grinning.

Poor little Raul was terrified.

But the brother's responsibility to his sister supports him, the image of the cunning England villain and the image of the cannibal Indian boy alert him, he has no way out!

"British...England! Even if you take me as a white slave, even...even if you let the Indians eat me, I will...I will... Hand over the real immigration office! Give us our immigration office ..."

Click!

Two batons passed under his armpit, one on the left and the other on the right, and were crossed on the back. The guards easily raised their arms, and the emaciated Raul was forked into the sky.

The frightened teenager kicked his legs wildly.

"What are you doing! Let me go! I will not stand still! God will punish you! The Spaniards will never be slaves! Never be slaves!"

Squeak.

Hey!

Huh~

Snapped!

Squeak.

The humid sea breeze blew through the streets and alleys of Miami. The young man lay on the stone floor outside the immigration office, with his body on the ground and his voice still.

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

A tinge of relief rose in Lauer's heart, amidst those mocking, curious, worried eyes, he comforted himself that as long as he remained still, the leaves would surely bury him.

He heard footsteps.

Because the shy head was completely pressed against the slate, the rustling footsteps sounded particularly clear.

He heard his sister's voice: "Mom, why did brother lie on the ground? Did he offend the two bearded uncles just now? Sophia go and apologize, okay?"