Cuauhtémoc's wife's face tightened instantly as her fingers involuntarily clutched her husband's arm, with her left hand covering her son's eyes.
But the youngster was curious about many things after all.
He peeked through the gaps at the floating corpse. Was that... a drug trafficker?
So, drug traffickers could be killed?
"This... could this be a bit inhumane?" Cuauhtémoc's wife asked with a furrowed brow, "Doesn't Mexico not have the death penalty? Was it ordered by the court?"
Carlos looked at her curiously, "Ma'am, in Mexicali, Ensenada City, and Guadalupe Island, drug traffickers caught don't need a trial; they can be executed directly!"
"Of course, now Mr. Victor doesn't allow the arbitrary execution of drug traffickers because we need them to build roads and plant green belts, and there are many dangerous tasks that we also need them to do."
"That one just now..."
