Guzman's anger had not yet subsided.
when he received a call from the front-line troops.
"What!"
"You're saying the Americans have launched an attack?"
The expression on Guzman's face was like he had swallowed a mouthful of dog shit.
"Yes! I'm not mistaken, it's written USA on the fuselage. It's American planes that dropped several missiles on us. We've suffered heavy losses, and the Mexican Anti-Narcotics Force's ground troops are engaging us in battle!" The leader of the 2nd Battalion was one of Guzman's childhood friends.
Known as the Ten of Hearts on the most-wanted playing cards.
He was very meticulous in his dealings and had been by Guzman's side for over 15 years. He knew exactly what character the other party was and would never deceive himself.
Guzman's mind was in chaos.
He was, after all, just a drug trafficker. Asking him to commit arson or murder was absolutely no problem, but when violence evolved into war, it'd no longer be like random street slashings.
