Mo City.
United States Special Envoy Team Office Building.
A gloomy atmosphere enveloped the place, like a depressive rainy day, with the whole team exuding an atmosphere of negativity and dejection.
Since the failed operation in the slums a week ago, the United States special investigation team had suffered heavy losses.
Although the United States had subsequently replenished its staff, they faced difficult investigative situations, arrogant smugglers, colluding bureaucrats, and many lower-class people lured by heavy profits.
All these instances were telling them that here in Mexico, they were the vulnerable group.
Mikael Canto sat on the couch, the ashtray in front of him piled up with cigarette butts.
In just a week, he had aged ten years, even developing grey hair.
