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"Tyrant! Tyrant! Tyrant!"
The streets of Hermosillo were filled with gathering crowds.
They were pulling banners in their hands and shouting loudly through megaphones.
Among them, one could see many shady figures.
Rumors had gone around that Victor "passed away," blown to bits.
Fuck!! Serves him right!!!
When they heard of his death, numerous rats hidden in the sewers scurried up because the Governor's Mansion had no designated successor, and power was now completely void. They believed they could overthrow this tyrant.
How good was the old way?
Drug traffickers trafficked drugs, the impoverished joined drug traffickers, merchants could move up and stock up, nobody starved to death. Unlike now, making money meant going into factories.
Ptui!
What real Mexicans aspire to is freedom, what they long for is a spiritual world.
