A man who didn't look handsome or attractive, but his eyes were as flat as a pool of water.
Ethan Hunt was the chief; he was the one who called the shots, and there was no conflict in that.
He was more like a shadow standing beside Victor, protecting him.
"I think I should have some work to keep me busy now," Victor said with a smile, looking at Cuauhtémoc.
…
Sinaloa State, Capital Culiacán!
A group of drug traffickers stormed into a local supermarket, and the security guard hurried to flee but was shot dead from behind by the traffickers!
The civilians, upon hearing the gunshots, were terrified and tried to run.
But the drug traffickers pulled down the shutter and brandished their weapons at them!
The drug lord burst into the manager's office, scaring the other party into raising his hands and shouting, "Don't shoot, we've already paid this month's protection money."
