People talked about his decisiveness, his strength, as if he had dragged Guzmán back from Hell with his own hands.
Days later, Mexico City International Airport was surrounded by an unprecedented clamor.
The gigantic military transport plane, under the focus of countless cameras, taxied heavily on the runway and came to a stop.
Before the cabin door was fully opened, a deafening roar hit like a wave.
Outside the security line, a throng of people stretched their necks, journalists jockeyed for the best positions with their cameras, while flashes of light formed a blinding sea; excited chatter merged with praises for Victor and shouts from onlookers, forming a huge spiral of noise.
The cabin door slowly lowered, and the first to appear were fully armed Mexican soldiers, who quickly set up a cordon on both sides of the gangway.
