Chapter 28: Fishing net.
While they talked about the believed talk about faith and hope, while his hair was cut off, on the other side of the city, back in the familiar warehouse, the emotions and the atmosphere were more tense.
Throughout the palace, investigators in white protective suits and masks moved carefully, photographing and marking evidence, blood spatters, shell casings, guns, and bodies lying on the floor. Yet among them, there were men who stood apart.
"This is fucked... like unimaginable fucked." A man said as he stood about Vincente’s body with a jacket which had letters saying DSA. "But well, at least one is down." He said as he crouched down and started picking Vincente’s face with a pen.
"They are like roaches, Jimmy." Another one spoke as he stepped toward the body and sat down. "Now the top dog died and now the little dog’s going to take his place."
"Yeah, but he is Vincente Lisonda..." He looked up at Misa. "I bet the high command is already prepping the coffins with the medals of honor and service." He stood up slowly. "We are going to witness another war."
"No doubt about that. This fucker was a drug lord, and now he is dead." Misa stood up too.
"And another two of them are in custody..."
"That’s a joke on its own... they’re going to walk free out of the hospital and then everything will be more fucked."
They both knew it that well, there’s no way Jelena and Gabbana will not stay in custody, nor will be sentenced... they will just walk free and when that happens, shit is going to play out.