"Kill my civilians, it's like killing my parents!"
On TV, Victor's voice was deafening!
The office of the mayor of Guadalajara, Jalisco.
El Mencho was holding a bowl, spooning food vigorously into his mouth, the greenish liquid seeping out of the corners, resembling a zombie from a horror movie.
It was actually mashed cacti.
North Americans eat in such strange ways.
Standing next to him were gunmen, and four people were kneeling across the desk.
One of them was curled up like a maggot.
This was none other than the Mayor of Guadalajara, Abufei Mahabubu, along with his wife and two young children.
El Mencho took a sip of Pepsi, shifted the handgun from the table, wiped his mouth with a US Dollar bill, and watched the TV.
"This Victor, he's acting so damn well," he suddenly burst out laughing.
The lackeys around him followed suit with awkward laughter.
"What are you laughing at?" El Mencho turned and asked sharply.
