Their bodies were charred...
Unrecognizable...
A crow squawked menacingly from a tree branch, its cold eyes sweeping over the surrounding corpses as it screeched.
Suddenly, it swooped down, tore off a piece of flesh, and flew away.
They were all... all burned to death!
This was an armed force of drug traffickers numbering over 2000!
Of course, this wasn't a solo act; the front-line Commander, Kennedy, had issued the order to "kill the enemy forces by any means necessary."
As a drug trafficker daring to come out as reinforcements, without the worry of civilian casualties, of course, they'd throw everything they've got at you.
Guerrero State.
Queretaro City.
Only 220 kilometers from Mexico City.
When Brigadier General Jeffrey Olson, the top advisor for the Southern drug traffickers, received the news, his hands trembled.
"They're all… all dead?!!"
"The intelligence from The Pentagon showed this scene through surveillance satellites," his aide said solemnly.