Chapter 294: Victor on the Frontline!
The Sierra Madre Occidental's wildfire had been burning for 47 entire hours now!
The thick smoke had dyed the sky black.
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Quite a few flights were suspended...
And the same fire caused about 600,000 people at the foot of the mountains to be affected, dragging their families and fleeing into the city, causing a great impact on employment and social stability.
The southern town of Sinaloa, Tepic, originally had only about 30,000 inhabitants, but now more than 150,000 people poured in, with civilians lying all over the streets, children in their parents' arms, staring blankly at the world.
Even if Victor claimed to drive out drug traffickers in the name of the people, to a great extent he couldn't completely prevent the war from harming civilians.
Spanish research institutions indicate that the drug war initiated by Victor had already caused at least 2 million ordinary citizens to be displaced, with over 30,000 dying in the war.
For those with power and money...
For the people at the bottom, it's about fleeing from disaster.
"Mommy, I'm hungry." A man who looked like a Tang's Syndrome boy tightly clutched the hand of the elderly woman beside him, his words slightly panicked.
The old woman hunched over, looking haggard and even toothless from age, but in fact... she was not even fifty years old yet, having lived, just living on.
Hearing her son's words, she patted his hand, "Wait a bit more, just a bit more, we'll get something to eat, we will have something to eat."
"Hey, granny, I've got a place where your son can eat. Want to come?" At that moment, a slightly frivolous voice came over.
The old woman turned her head and saw four or five burly men, sporting tattoos of an eye on their hands, standing behind her, their gazes sinister, yet their mouths sported a smile.
They did not look like good people at all.
"No... no need." The old woman looked at him, shaking her head in fear, she was cautious; it wasn't the first time people had eyed her son.
An idiot...
A healthy idiot...
A perfectly healthy idiot with all organs intact!!
If the United States is the world's largest provider of blood, then Mexico is an upstream supplier of vessels, constantly providing them with breeding pigs.
Hehe...
The tycoons from Wall Street and Silicon Valley got sick, and so easily got a whole new set of organs?
The old woman dragged her son and ran.
The men behind them glanced at the people to their sides, and their henchmen rushed up, ready to snatch someone right on the street!
The local customs were still fierce.
They grabbed the Tang's Syndrome boy, about to drag him away.
"Mommy, mommy!" The other party shouted in terror, raising his hands, yelling loudly.
The old woman desperately pulled at him.
"Get lost, old hag!" One of the henchmen kicked over, sending her flying, a big man versus a flickering candle; the kick wasn't light, it could easily have been deadly.
"Mom! Mom!" The Tang's Syndrome boy cried.
The passersby on the side of the road were numb, some with faces of sympathy, but seeing the manner of the attackers, they all shrank back.
In Mexico...
You can't afford to be a good person!
"Take him, hehe, sell his organs, there's a rich man in Europe with a heart problem, this young man's heart for 300,000 US dollars isn't too much!" The leader said to his henchman with a laugh as he turned and walked away.
His henchmen were like wolves and tigers, "Move, get out of the way!"
The old woman on the ground, spitting blood, reached out her hand and croaked, but she could only watch them leave with desperation.
Someone couldn't help but help her to her feet, and she pleaded, "Please, save my child, save my child!"
"I'm sorry." The middle-aged man helping her shook his head.
The old woman felt as if her heart had turned to ashes...
She collapsed on the ground, her eyes devoid of life, suddenly appearing as if her soul had been sucked out. People passing by could only shake their heads, but soon no one paid attention anymore, everyone had to survive...
No one cared about the life or death of others.
"Child, child..."
Beep beep beep~
An urgent horn sounded, urging people around to make way. The old woman raised her head and saw a convoy of about a dozen cars coming through, still flying the national flag and the flag of the Northern Governorship.
They were followed by armored vehicles.
This was someone important!
The old woman didn't know where the strength came from, but propped against the wall, she stood up and rushed towards the middle of the road.
Exclamations erupted from both sides of the street.
A sharp screech of brakes, the front of the vehicle stopped just a few centimeters from the old woman, she spread out her hands, trembling all over.
The man in the passenger seat hurriedly got out, nervously looking at her, "Hey, you..." as if about to say something crude but then swallowed it, "Are you okay?"
Not hit dead?!
The old woman was taken aback and suddenly knelt on the ground, bursting into tears, "Sir, save me, save my son, I beg of you!"
"Sapuhil, what's happening?" A man approached from the rear car, frowning as he asked.
"Captain, this..."
"My son was taken away, he is an idiot, he's just an idiot, please save him, those people are going to sell his organs." The old woman banged her head hard on the ground, even bleeding, and she wailed so much she even grabbed the man's foot in front of her.
She knew, this was her only chance.
"Sapuhil, help her up, I'll report to the general," said the captain, his face darkening as he walked to the rear car. The window rolled down, revealing Victor's face. Jason Bourne bent over to recount the situation.
"Idiot!"
Victor's eyelid twitched, and he pushed open the car door, Jason Bourne quickly held the door open, allowing the boss to step out.
"Go get those who have a say in Tepic arrested," Victor said directly, clearly dissatisfied.
His private plane didn't go to Tijuana; it came straight to Sinaloa, leading hundreds of security personnel straight to the front lines, but what he had seen on the way was horrifying!