Fuck!
Fuck!
Fuck!
This is trying to force us to death.
Dozens of officials were breathing heavily and suppressively.
But after seeing the corpses on the ground, they felt a shiver down their spines, suddenly calming down a lot.
Who dares to make trouble with the "calming devices" in the soldiers' hands around?
It just feels so sad...
We are Mexico officials, is it wrong to be a bit corrupt?
Of course, they didn't dare to say this out loud.
Felix Gonzalez sat back in his main seat, as if he had just casually swatted two annoying flies.
He picked up that box of cigarettes again, took one out, lit it with the butt of the previous one, and took a deep drag.
"Fifty seconds left."
Time passed second by second, each second feeling like torture.
The officials hung their heads, waging an internal battle.
Confess voluntarily? That means admitting guilt, potentially facing a long sentence, but at least they can stay alive for now!
