1 black soul

It all started when I was nine years old, it was the first time I saw someone die, he had been run over by a bus. before I knew what death was from

that day onwards I didn't feel anything anymore, as I lived in a community besieged by slums. Constant shooting every day I had a body near my house or near my school, Until a certain moment that one day I did 15 years old took my brother to school every day I met people who thought they were my friends and were not simply on my side because of interests not that I was rich, but I had an upper middle class had everything I wanted my first cell phone when it was launched when my mother and I bought it at Sendas house and that same day three men came with rifles to rob the market, but even so I didn't stop buying my cell phone when I turned 18 years old. and I enlisted in the navy and there I had shooting training Jungle training military training so to speak at the age of 19, I thought my life would be great because I was doing very well in the navy until a certain moment when a captain came to me and said sailor attend administration without knowing the reason I went there to see what it was about and it was already there in my letter of discharge from the Brazilian Armed Forces.

I was very disappointed, because there I thought if my career would be my job, my future and it was nothing like what I imagined, when I was 20 years old I heard the news that my brother was murdered in a community far from where I lived, from then on I took hate from "vagabundo miscreant drug dealer "(Bad I knew I would become one of them) at 21 I came up with a plan with my friends from the barracks time I want Revenge I want the head of whoever killed my brother, in the barracks there is brotherhood and everyone at the same time agreed with my idea Some were still active we got weapons ammunition and so began my story of Revenge.

on november 23, 2015 we invaded the favela at 11 o'clock at night with guns with suppressor in them we started to kill every miscreant we saw we didn't leave any alive that day reaching the top of the favela we sat facing the boss of the mouth of smoke from that favela, we saw a pile of money in front of us yes, money corrupts the person and their soul without even noticing I looked at my friends and said the favela is now Ours, tell the residents that the new owner has arrived. Also tell them that I will not harm any police who live in the favela he just wants to know their address and if he is caught lying he is not a policeman he will be expelled and not killed, we had no intention of killing police officers he serves the law a Logical order they earn a shit salary to put their lives at risk, my nickname is Alma Negra, Because that's what I became the moment I killed the first person.

that's what my soul became Black because of a Vengeance I've already corrupted. We recruited soldiers not from the Armed Forces, but as the bandits say steam Olheiro radio and other people In total we already had more than 100 men in our company, I left Carlos in charge of their training Ricardo was in charge of accounting Marcelo was in charge of taking care of from the favela and me from negotiating The logistics are logical.

In this 60 days Carlos trained the army of 100 men Yes, it was an army they were trained like us not with so much time, but every day there was training if you wanted to be part of our alliance you should train and not let your body soften.

There were some rules in Minha Faction, prohibited the use of narcotics two dealers, prohibited alcoholic beverages at work and every shift every 5 minutes was reported,

in these three months the community changed from water to wine there were no more shootings No more bandits pestering residents there was no more robbery in the vicinity of the favela There was no more X9.

February 19, 2016 it was someone's birthday there was a party in the favela but the birthday boy wasn't enjoying the party he was sitting in the place with his beer his Red Bull ski with his friends in uniform while the bandits were forbidden to drink and wear any kind of damn whoever was caught using the law was Severe in that community, It was death and everyone knew it, because one try at a time and it died That served as a lesson for others no one knew my face no one knew I was the owner of the favela only mine friends, My brothers in uniform of those I could trust someone else wouldn't trust not to spend money like crazy on jewelry expensive gold chain watches, cause we don't want to show ourselves we just walked with a simple watch a simple gold chain popular car all of a used Honda Civic of course not to draw attention, but no one said it wasn't armored all the cars were rifle-proof armor.

At a certain moment a lady came to us that day, my son is trapped in the favela next door They say he's German they're going to kill him they're going to put him in the microwave Could you help me?

lady tell me more details please Carlos of this.

he went to see his girlfriend in another favela and they recognized him, his girlfriend called me desperate warning me that i'm going to lose my son my only son calm lady stay calm.

The favela we took was called lizard and where he was arrested was called the Pedreira it was a side of our favela we wouldn't let a resident die being called x 9 much less because he was a worker we travel him every day from the favela with a backpack at 5 o'clock in the morning to take the bus to work.

we held a meeting. At the same moment, party rolling prom enjoying the little girls going down to the floor with short shorts our sales were crazy because our product was 50% pure they didn't mix his almost anything, because I did that, simple to end the competition and get addicted faster the person yes I became a person without any scruples.