In the Brazilian forests there are a lot of things, jaguars, ocelots, alligators, huge snakes, capable of swallowing a person whole.
The bush bandit, at night he will find all kinds of dangerous animals, and he will release fire and leave everyone and everything unscathed.
What a wonderful disguise to get out of the woods, just think, the cops are looking for a man, not a dragon.
Have you already thought about the scare of the police, encountering a five-six-meter dragon in the middle of the forest.
Even drones with sense of heat the captain, plus something so big that not even the best computer can guess what it is, and when they find that in the drone, they thought the drone is spoiled by the size and shape of the thing.
Because in Brazil dragons only ugly people until today, but as here everything has the first time.
The first images will be discarded, but the following ones will intrigue even skeptics.
And they will come with the phrase ready and common to all of us, what the hell is that.
When you arrive and come across the thing, the first reaction will be fright, the second will be, nooosa, you saw that.
Forget the serial killer, let's go after that thing and we'll take it and tame it, it'll be a good weapon against people like the bad guy we're looking for.
In a country that has pet bandits, why not a dragon right?
After all, it is a non-polluting weapon, which survives the forests and can help us a lot.
Let's go get the animal.
And then when he arrives and tells his companions that in the forest in Goiás there is a huge dragon of several meters long, the friend will say ok and I'm Jimi Hendrix, and the other desperate one will say, I swear it.
And what is questioning you will say:
Are you drunk? Used that narcotic, man.
Dude has it, I don't drink, I don't use anything.
Okay, I know, ahem, it's going to be treated, buddy.
Someone will come and ask what the conversation is and what he saw will tell you its truth and the other will say, for that fisherman thing, they'll think you're crazy or high, buddy.
The following night it will be exactly these two who will be scheduled to chase the bandit from Goiás and they will be the ones who will have the encounter with the immense animal, releasing fire from their nostrils, until the whole corporation sees it.
And as in Brazil, things are southern.
The devil to have fun with the corporation that by now will have forgotten the serial killer and will be desperate to catch the dragon will return the serial killer at night to his normal condition and they will find him, lying on a tree, laughing at the police officers who scared him in the days he was in the dragon's skin, eating a banana on top of a tree, very calm and unarmed.
Saying, hey, you didn't want to get me.
What the police responded, not now the ball of choice is the dragon.
What the serial killer will respond, singing the song, it's me, it's me, by Marcelo Jeneci, who says like this
Only I am I
There are so many beautiful people in this land
In my accounts there are seven billion plus I
There are Ronaldinhos and queens of England
But none of this changes that it's just me
, just me, just me, just
me, there's no one besides me there's no one else
just me, just me, just
me there's no one else besides me there's no one who's me there are
so many beautiful people in this land
In my accounts it's seven billion plus me
There's Ronaldinhos and queens of England
But none of that changes that I'm the
only one I'm the only one I'm the only me
Besides me there's no one who's me
Only I'm me, just me me
Besides me there is no one who is me.
Because Brazilian bandit besides being brute is irreverent.
You are not our focus, but we will take you, the policeman will say irritably.
When he arrived at the prison and told the other criminals, how he spent days and days in the forest running away from the police and what the devil did to him in revenge for messing with black magic without knowing and what he did to the police, that he wanted to fun, because the devil laughs on both sides, because both have blood on their hands.
The others certainly believed, disbelieving.
For in the macabre world of many of them this is quite possible.
And then the guy who was already a legend in the prison for giving the hell up to the police for several days with the help of people from his own region, will be called a dragon in jail, and will stay there for a long time until he gets killed in it or runs away from it again together and with the help of other thieves, making a few more victims until he is killed either by the police or by another criminal who doesn't like him.
But as he says himself, until he dies, he will take a lot of innocent and guilty people with him.
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