Was he hoping to invoke Victor's pity?
When he finally reached the edge of the pit, he realized he had to die today, and his words turned into curses, "Bastard! I'll be waiting for you in hell! Waiting for you and your dogs!!"
He was thrown down, and the Northern Army poured honey and syrup over him. The ants below swarmed up instantly, thousands crawling and biting him!
"Get off, get off... Ah!!" El Mencho tugged at the ants on his body, face, and in his pockets, but the more he scraped, the more they seemed to multiply, finally causing such pain that he couldn't help but scream and began rolling on the ground.
The dense ants even had several close-up shots.
Those who were claustrophobic would have already collapsed and convulsed.
This torture wouldn't kill someone immediately, the screams were endless.
Even the most fanatical killers would find these scenes chilling.
The name of Victor and his cruelty once again captured the attention of the world!
"Boss! Boss! Boss!!!"
At this moment in the Torino Estate in Tegucigalpa, the capital of Honduras, the living room was packed with serious faces, and a man kneeled in front of the TV, crying loudly.
This man was none other than Jose Armando.
He was El Mencho's right hand, and when the boss was captured, he ran faster than anyone else, now having fled to Honduras and even found the main force?
Jose Armando wiped his eyes, stood up, turned back to look at the leaders of the anti-Victor alliance, and said through clenched teeth, "I will avenge the boss!"
"Jalisco New Generation will fight Victor to the death!!!"
Once he said this, the room fell silent, the expressions turning strange as they looked at him with a dismissive disdain.
"Do you represent Jalisco New Generation?" a representative of the Zapatista National Liberation Army suddenly asked.
Jose Armando's face changed dramatically, "Gray, what do you mean!"
"Let's divide up the drug business in Jalisco, the boss is dead, let it go to someone else, what do you think?" The man named Gray looked around at the others.
"I'm not dead! I am the second in command of the new generation in Jalisco, I can..." Jose Armando said anxiously.
If you guys split it up, wouldn't all my crying have been in vain?
"Your boss is dead!" Gray looked at him intently, "You can't handle it alone."
"I agree!" said a person from the Spanish Zeta.
Jose Armando's eyes gradually grew colder, a fury in his chest as he looked at them and then at Gray's smug expression, "Fuck you all! The boss just died and you want to take over our business, do you think I'm a vegetarian?!"
With these words, he pulled open his clothes, revealing the hand grenades inside!
Everyone was suddenly shocked...
"What am I, huh? I, Jose Armando, let's die together!" he yelled as he frantically tried to pull the pin.
"Wait! Wait! Wait!" the leaders shouted in panic.
"We don't want the channels of Jalisco anymore, don't rush, Armando, we were just joking, just joking."
"A joke? Gray? You were joking?" Jose Armando yelled at him.
The representative of the Zapatista National Liberation Army looked displeased but with many eyes on him, he had no choice but to nod reluctantly, "Yes… it was a joke."
"Fuck off! If you can't fight me, then you're just pretending?" Jose Armando walked over and slapped his face, "When I was risking my life, you were still a peasant!"
He kicked Gray, sending him flying two meters.
"Don't get any funny ideas, or else, we'll die together!" Jose Armando snorted coldly and left the room.
The representatives inside looked at each other.
"Mexicans... so rude." Someone muttered under their breath.
Outside, Jose Armando looked at the sky, his expression strange, his facial muscles still trembling, "Boss…"
"Haha... haha, sob... Boss, rest assured... rest assured, I will not let your wife down, from now on your wife will... be my wife, sob sob sob, Boss…"
He couldn't help but laugh again!
Indeed, surviving is what matters most.