The news would call it a success. The politicians would take credit. And tomorrow, somewhere in another favela, a 14-year-old boy with a cheap pistol would declare himself the new king.
To the outside world, they were saviors. To the drug lords, they were demons. To Nascimento, they were the last, thin line between order and anarchy. tropa de elite
And the Tropa de Elite would go back to work. Because in a city that had forgotten God, they were the answer to a prayer that should never have been spoken. The news would call it a success