Chapter 63: The Fall of Del Norte
“If it weren’t for him... I’d still be trapped in that darkness.”
A man in a wheelchair had been giving a speech from the podium—for over an hour.
“How much longer must our land, Mexico, remain in the clutches of the cartel...?”
The man finished his speech in tears.
And with that, the citizens of Mexico slowly began to turn against their government.
They had never truly trusted the corrupt administration, but this moment ignited a rebellion.
“Fucking hell...!!!”
— CRASH!!
Santiago, who had been quietly watching the broadcast, flew into a rage and smashed the TV.
The clown he’d kept alive to spread fear had now turned the blade toward him.
“I should’ve killed that fucker...!”
Enraged, he started throwing anything he could grab across the room.