The orders spread like wildfire.
A few minutes ago, the drug traffickers who were merely panicked rapidly fermented fear into a destructive madness under Pedro's extreme commands.
Since the end was certain, they'd drag more people to Hell with them! They grabbed various automatic weapons, shotguns, machetes, with twisted expressions blending despair and ferocity on their faces.
The calm was broken instantly, and harsh gunshots began to ring out sporadically, soon merging into one chaotic roar.
Desperate cries, angry curses, the sound of shattering glass, the roar of engines, and uncontrolled screams swiftly woven into a tragic overture.
The drug traffickers were no longer acting for territory or business, but for the bloodiest, craziest farewell show before total destruction.
A pack of mad dogs driven insane!
Rio de Janeiro… there's no place for good people!
