Bab 899: 387 Mexico

Mexico.

Oaxaca State had just experienced an earthquake, leaving the skies overhead perpetually gloomy.

A nondescript sedan wound its way through the avenues marred by the disaster.

Forsythia glanced around and saw military personnel shuttling through the disaster area, volunteers from various hospitals, and professional rescuers with their search dogs moving back and forth over the rubble.

There were also refugees everywhere, supporting each other, crying, shouting, lost and helpless.

The news was playing on the car's radio: the Mexican military and the Ministry of National Defense were dispatching additional rescue staff to the most severely affected areas of Oaxaca State to provide humanitarian aid to the local people…

"Viola, where are we going?"