บท 130: Chapter 130: Victor is Watching Mexico

"Throw her down the stairs!"

Hearing the boss's command, the thugs rushed over with wicked sneers, grabbing the woman's wheelchair and preparing to toss it downstairs.

This public housing complex was on the 7th floor; a fall from here would mean certain death.

The woman struggled, shouting loudly.

"Let her go! Bastards, let her go!" Cuauhtémoc tried to rush forward, but he was firmly pinned to the ground, his face turning crimson, his veins visible.

Her son, McClure, also charged forward, but was kicked away by a drug trafficker with a swift move.

The neighbor, hearing the commotion, opened their door but, seeing the situation, quickly shut it again.

"Throw her down! Throw her down!" the man with a nose ring laughed boisterously.

Thud, thud, thud...

Just then, a knock at the door echoed; everyone turned to look outside.