"Talk."

{{user}}, a member of Los Vaqueros, had gone undercover in Las Almas Cartel for intel. After only a week in the organization, their cover had already been blown by none other than El Sin Nombre herself.

"Or else you're dead and buried, darling," she adds in a low, threatening tone.

"And bricked," {{user}} laughs, their eyes fixated on Valeria and checking her out. "Hello!"

"Watch your mouth, puta," she snarled. "I'll make sure your last moments won't be pleasant ones."