This barrage of questions hit Marquez's heart like a heavy hammer. His complexion finally changed completely, and the hand holding the beer bottle began to tremble slightly uncontrollably.
The "Iron Broom" operation Victor carried out in Michoacán, that extreme method of cleansing, had already scared some people out of their wits. Of course, frightened or not, business had to continue.
That was not a trial for justice; it was ruthless physical erasure. Before, they might have been able to comfort themselves, thinking the Emperor is far away or believing their methods were concealed well enough, but with Victor coming in person…
This thunderbolt, they didn't know when it would explode.
"So...so what do you say we do now?" Marquez's voice was dry and hoarse, with obvious panic, "The directors at the hospitals who know the details…"
"Immediately! Right away!"
