Late at night.
The calls of birds and the roars of unnamed animals were chilling.
A sentry post about 3 kilometers from Mexicali.
There were six soldiers on guard here, but they didn't belong to any unit under Victor's command, they were Government Forces sent by the Mexican Government, the same squad whose boss had been beheaded in the "massage parlor."
They hadn't been disbanded but were instead assigned to keep watch over the area.
As they were hiding inside, drinking.
"Hey, do you think the cop from Guadalupe Island is an idiot? Drug prohibition? Is it that easy to ban drugs? Even if he killed so many drug traffickers, I admit he's tough, but can he kill off the 7 million drug traffickers in Mexico?"
"Would he dare?!"
A soldier who had drunk too much clearly looked flushed and inebriated, "After today, I'm joining my cousin tomorrow. He's in Juarez, living the good life, which is far better than being a grunt here."
"Shut up!" the lieutenant frowned, "You're drunk."
