The cool night breeze swept across the Chihuahua Desert. The night was soft, yet it couldn't disperse the deadly aura permeating the area.
Hundreds of thousands of people were gathered, a vast mass of darkness with no visible end in any direction.
Minor leaders, one after another, acting on orders from above, ran through the crowd, preventing the scene from descending into chaos.
A series of satellite phone calls came through different channels, informing the cartel leaders about the current situation.
The Shadow Emperor wanted to annihilate them and prop up a puppet to take control of Mexico.
After loudly cursing, the leaders couldn't help but consider a harsh reality: how to retaliate.
They were able to survive in this line of work. Morality aside, they definitely didn't lack ruthlessness.
In Mexico, honest and decent people were either in factories or in the fields growing raw materials for flour; either way, they ended up being exploited.
