Chapter 314: Victor—The Hague Tribunal Reserve!

Birdsong in the sky carried a mournful cry.

In Michoacán, Apachegan laid on the riverbank downstream from Guadalajara.

This was also part of the regular turf of the Michoacán Family.

One often saw drug traffickers in pickup trucks, patrolling the area.

They were terrified, too, with the Northern Army just in Sinaloa State, guns pointed directly at their heads—it was probably too late to surrender.

But for the people at dawn, life still went on.

A local woman, laboring to drag a cart full of laundry that needed washing, her expression numb. She limped on her left leg, inconveniently hobbling along, her only means of livelihood being to wash clothes for the drug traffickers nearby.

As for the men...

Perhaps they had disappeared into any corner of Mexico along with the dandelions.

As she dragged the cart to the river, casting a casual glance, suddenly, her pupils dilated with horror and panic!