Following her, over thirty students, half of whom were holding photocopied hostage photos from Brazilian newspapers.
In less than two hours, the topic "Ceasefire in Brazil" climbed to the trending topics on social platforms across European countries.
Europeans and Aricans love to do this kind of thing.
Outside the Scalateatro in Milan, Italy, soprano singer Elizabeth brought over twenty opera perforrs, standing on the steps singing "Ave Maria."
She wore a black evening gown, holding a sign that read "Life Above All Else," her voice piercing through the square's noise. Many passersby stopped, so humd along, others took out pens and paper from their bags, wrote down their nas, and stuffed them into a "Support Brazil" box.
"I've been to Rosinha."
During a break in the singing, Elizabeth told the gathered reporters with a trembling voice, "The elderly there would cook black bean rice for , give scarves knitted by their granddaughters. They are not henchn of drug traffickers, they are ordinary people! The President of Brazil wants to blow up their hos, while the European Union remains silent. This is not how civilization should be!"
Trafalgar Square in London was even busier.
Thousands gathered under the Nelson Monunt.
"Why can't Brazil learn from Norway? Solve problems through negotiation!"
A glasses-wearing student stood on the steps shouting while waving the Brazilian flag, "Victor, that tyrant in xico, kills drug traffickers, and now the President of Brazil wants to learn from him. Is violence the only answer?"
The crowd erupted in cheers, soone lit a banner reading "Refuse to Beco the Next xico," and the flas soared high in the London wind, illuminating the lion statue in the square.
These voices quickly made their way into European broadcast studios.
On the set of the UK BBC's "Late Night Talk Show," the spotlight shone on host Tom and guest, Italian movie star Ricardo.
Initially, the topic revolved around Brazil's protests. Ricardo held a coffee cup, speaking with a heavy tone, "Looking at the Brazilian kids in the photos reminds of my nephew in Naples. They should be playing football in the park, not hiding in slums fearing bombs…"
The words weren't finished when an audience mber suddenly shouted, "Victor is the real culprit!"
Ricardo abruptly put down his coffee cup, his eyes lighting up as if a fuse had been ignited: "You're right! Everyone says the President of Brazil is wrong, but no one ntions xico's Victor! That hypocrite!"
He stood up, looking at the cara, his voice suddenly rising, "He claims 'iron fist drug control,' but among the drug traffickers he kills, how many are just ordinary sellers? How many children have beco orphans because of his cleansing? He's not upholding justice; he's indulging in the pleasure of killing!"
The scene was in an uproar, so in the audience clapped, while others gasped.
Tom hurriedly reached out to restrain him, but Ricardo shook him off: "Why can't I speak out? He is a dictatorial tyrant! If Brazil aligns too closely with him, the next place to be engulfed in fire will be the beaches of Rio! Those European politicians don't dare to say it, so I'll say it, Victor's hands are covered in blood!"
He beca increasingly agitated, grabbing the script on the table and throwing it to the ground: "Do you think his dealings with Brazil on oil are for what? He wants to turn Latin Arica into his backyard! The European Union gentlen are afraid, so they indulge us in criticizing the President of Brazil, but don't dare to ntion Victor, is this what you call 'civilization'?"
The recording of the program was forced to halt.
But you know "Late Night Talk Show" has over a million viewers, and has supporters in many places.
The phone at the xican Embassy in the EU was ringing off the hook, with reporters crowding at the door seeking comnts, while soone was holding photos in protest, chanting the slogan "Get out of Latin Arica."
At the headquarters of Brazil's opposition party, Neymar was watching the TV's rebroadcast of the talk show snippet, a smile forming at the corner of his mouth.
"Sir, the European Union's NGOs just called, saying they are willing to provide us with human rights aid funds." The assistant handed over a docunt, excitent gleaming in his eyes, "And a right-wing party in France wants to invite you to Paris for a speech next month."
Neymar took the docunt, looking up towards the window. He picked up his phone, dialed Elizabeth's number, and spoke warmly: "Thank you for speaking up for Brazil, your voice has made Europe hear our appeals... Yes, we need more people to understand that violence isn't the solution, including Victor's violence."
Hanging up the phone, Neymar leaned back on the sofa, looking at the map of Brazil on the wall. Rosinha's position was circled in red ink, with the words "Breakthrough Point" written beside it.
The afternoon sunlight in xico City always carried a unique intense brightness of the Altiplano.
Casare almost rushed in, stepping on his own shadow, not even bothering to wipe the sweat from his temples.
Rather than the usual long table, the center of the office was covered with an off-white carpet, scattered with a few boxes of wooden blocks.
Bruto, nearly two years old, dressed in a bright yellow onesie, was lying on the carpet, stacking a blue block on top of a "castle."
Victor was half-kneeling beside him, patiently waiting for his son to adjust the angle: "Slow down, Bruto, this block needs to be wedged between the two blue ones, or it will collapse."
Belsaria sat in a nearby armchair. Hearing footsteps, she looked up at Casare with gentle eyes and nodded slightly.
Seed unfazed by the affair.
Casare's steps ca to an abrupt halt.
"Boss..." Casare's Adam's apple moved, unable to resist speaking, his voice eight pitches lower than usual, "Do you know about the situation in Brazil and the stir in Europe?"
Bruto raised his head curiously upon hearing the voice, his round eyes staring at Casare, and he was still holding a green block, babbling.
Victor reached out to gently touch his son's head, his fingertips brushing through Bruto's soft hair, before slowly standing up.
He gestured to the nearby armchair: "Sit. Talk slowly."
Only then did Casare dare to sit down, placing a folder on the coffee table, and began speaking rapidly again: "Neymar in Brazil has escalated the situation! He's pulled in the EU's NGOs and contacted a right-wing party in France; now all of Europe is spreading that 'Brazil is going to massacre a city,' even dragging you into it. Did you see the BBC talk show? That Italian movie star Ricardo, cursed you as a dictatorial tyrant in front of a million viewers, said your hands are stained with blood, and accused Brazil of mimicking your violent thods!"
"It's simply nonsense. I must kill him when I see him!"
Victor stayed silent, rely taking a cigar out of his pocket.
"Neymar has calculated his moves very precisely."
It took half a minute before Victor spoke, his voice very calm, "He knows the weak spot of the Brazilian President is public trust, and my weak spot is the 'Latin Arican situation.' By dragging into it, he not only diverts Brazilian public attention but also uses the EU's pressure to force the Brazilian President to compromise and simultaneously undermines my influence in Latin Arica, achieving three objectives in one go."
"So what do we do?"
Casare asked anxiously, "Should we issue a statent imdiately? Or contact the Brazilian President, give him so support? If not, let the intelligence departnt investigate Neymar's ties with the EU and find his black material?"
"Why rush?"
Victor shook his head, "I've already made the call," he said, "The Brazilian President doesn't want to compromise; he fears public protests and military wavering. The more Neymar uses the EU to pressure him, the more resentful he'll beco; no one wants to be the president manipulated by Europe."
"The clash of two kinds of public opinions and two attitudes, the ideological war is restarting in Brazil."
"Then let's throw money at it!"
"They can buy off dia; why can't I? Let the TV stations replay the cris of drug traffickers and announce 'compassionate cri' in xico; any sympathy with drug traffickers is also against the law!"
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