Chapter 313: No One Can Threaten Us, Not Even God!

Guadalajara.

A sense of desperation permeated the entire city.

The Yanks were so beaten by the Northern Army they sat at the negotiation table, now who else could save us?

But in such an atmosphere, drug traffickers grew even more insane, forbidding any civilian from leaving the city—once discovered, they were executed on the spot!

The drug traffickers had turned Guadalajara into a living hell, unleashing their inner beasts.

"Let me go, please, let me go!" a decent-looking woman screamed in terror as two drug traffickers dragged her outside by her legs, ready to pull down her pants right on the street.

With a roar and a curse, her husband charged out of their house wielding a kitchen knife, followed by their child who had no understanding of what was happening.

Bang!

A gunshot rang out, and the man fell dead in a pool of blood, while the crazed woman screamed and kicked, landing a blow on the drug trafficker's face.