They are no longer hiding! The walkie-talkies are filled with furious yells, curses, and calls to arms in various dialects.
The gunfire is no longer sporadic probing but erupts fiercely, filling every corner of the city, especially the industrial district, slum fortress, and transportation hubs controlled by Villarquez's former troops, turning dense and frenzied!
"For Medellin! For freedom! Kill!" The fanatical shouts accompanied by the rattling sound of AK-47s echoed.
"Take out those camouflage bastards! And Carlos' lackeys!"
"Rocket launcher! Aim at that armored vehicle for me!"
The city instantly plunged into a chaotic melee.
Carlos listened to the deafening sound of gunfire and cannon shots on the communication channel mixed with the most vicious curses against him, his face ashen.
He collapsed in his chair, muttering: "It's over… all over… these madmen… they want to drag everyone down with them…"
Outside the city, at a temporary artillery position.
