"Don't be nervous, Chief Svet," Mayor Leo de los Santos said with a smile, "these people are just expressing their right to march. There won't be any trouble. Our citizens are simple and honest, don't you know that? They'll retreat tomorrow, you just go back and get a good night's sleep."
"You..." Svet pointed at him, "the streets are full of corpses! Do you know how much damage has been done to the property of innocent people? The drug traffickers and thugs have teamed up."
The other party, seeing his gesture, got angrily and slammed the table, "Don't point fingers at me, haven't you learned any manners? In Hermosillo, I am the mayor!"
Svet's mouth contorted with anger.
"My, Mayor Leo de los Santos, you really throw your weight around," Just then, a dull voice came from the door as it was pushed open, and seven or eight men dressed in military uniforms entered.
"Who are you?! Who let you in!"
