Sinaloa State, a cemetery.
It was quiet,
even the birds on the trees calmed down, perhaps sensing the sorrow.
Dressed in a black suit and wearing sunglasses, Guzman quietly watched as several men placed the coffin into a pit.
A few of his mistresses and their children stood by his side.
During his lifetime, Guzman had about 50 children; it wasn't like he couldn't afford them.
However, the death of Ainsley, whom he saw as his successor, was a great blow to him, whitening even the hair at his temples.
This is exactly what Victor wanted!
If you don't kill the drug trafficker, they stay uncomfortable, so isn't the "fight poison with poison" drug enforcement ineffective?
"Boss, my condolences."
Arturo Beltran Leyva also sighed. They watched Ainsley grow up, but the drug business is like this, you could kick the bucket at any moment.
But Victor's methods were too "brutal"!
Even the mortician couldn't help but vomit.
They even found a bomb in Ainsley's stomach!