บท 157: Chapter 152: Did I Allow You to Speak?

Aguilar, trembling hands, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "Turn off the TV."

The right-hand man of Juarez, his confidante... was just smashed to death?

The police directly smashed his four... five limbs, then his skull, all broadcast live. The bloody and blurry scene made Aguilar feel a bit queasy.

Hearing his words, the subordinate hurried to turn off the TV.

"Victor's methods are becoming more and more brutal!" Guzman frowned, holding a cigarette but also slightly shaking.

"I don't think he will agree to negotiate with Cuauhtémoc like this, we still have to fight!" Abrego said grimly from the side, "Guzman, your son was killed by him, will you just take it lying down?"

Shorty's face immediately darkened, "Although I really want to kill him right now, I'm clearer that the time isn't right. Just wait, Victor won't be able to jump around for much longer."

He was still very rational.