Los Aztecs, established in 1988, mainly spread across Texas and New Mexico, are one of the most brazen gangs in the United States, mostly comprised of Mexican descendants. They own vast lands in Mexico for drug cultivation, maintaining good relations with local drug traffickers...
They have a piece of their own turf in Chimalhuacán as well.
Hearing his words, the expressions of many tightened.
"No need for reverse psychology, Kristo, none of us want to surrender. Victor has cut off our revenue streams, but you Los Aztecs are still smuggling organs and trafficking humans in Texas, and I hear you're on good terms with local government officials and tycoons. Unlike us from the California 18th Street Gang, maybe you could sponsor some business for us... Texas..."
A fat man with a face full of tattoos, bursting with fat, dressed in a street T-shirt chuckles, his voice resembling Donald Duck.
Upon hearing that, a representative of Los Aztecs stood up at once, "Spicy Dog, if you send people into Texas, I swear I'll slaughter all your 18th Streeters, believe it or not?"
The atmosphere suddenly stiffened.
"Alright, alright, let's not joke around, we're here to discuss how to deal with the Northern Army, not to fight!" Another gang representative expressed dissatisfaction.
"Actually, I have an idea."
The representative called Spicy Dog from 18th Street spoke up, "Isn't there a slum in each of our territories? Let every family contribute one male, we'll give them guns and arm them, let them fight the Northern Army. With the advantage of terrain and manpower, even if they come with ten thousand, twenty thousand people, they will be trapped and die here!"
"That's a good idea."
Someone nodded, eyes lighting up, launching into wilder thoughts, "Then we could strap bombs onto those women, get close to them under the guise of needing supplies, and then... boom!"
"Sure to scare the hell out of those mutts!"
The lives of the poor seemed like trash in their mouths, casually deciding their fates, laughing wildly without restraint.
But in reality, just as they say...
From birth, the poor in the slums only know one thing...
Drug running, smuggling, fighting, robbery... joining gangs.
Think the worst you can see in Chimalhuacán and the slums of the world?
Two blood donation vehicles are always in Chimalhuacán, for the poor to sell blood. This blood would be transported continuously to the United States for the rich. If your blood type matches well, congratulations...
A human life is worth about 2 US Dollars!
Give money, and I'll take a life!
No such thing exists here...
All they teach here is how to love and how to kill.
Desperate parents watch their children walk down the same path, looking up at the grey sky overhead. Of course, some have thought of leaving.
But they are caught by gangs and executed on the spot!
Their lives are cheap!
"Then it's settled, we form an alliance simultaneously, no attacking each other, no stealing each other's business, no betrayal on the battlefield. We have only one enemy, Victor's Northern Army!"
"Whoever breaks the promise, we hunt them down together!"
"Latin America Kingdom agrees!"
"18th Street agrees!"
"El Salvador Barbarians agree!"
All the dozen or so gangs present with turf in Chimalhuacán agree.
The gangs can't lose Chimalhuacán, just like Xunzong can't be without his medals, Meile Sect can't lose their skulls...
North American drug supplies would decrease by 36%!
For the gangs, this is simply unacceptable.
Thus, in Chimalhuacán with a population of four million, "war" is waged!
Let's see if Victor can rid this "moss."