In the coastal city of Veracruz, Mexico, a sense of tension hung heavy in the air as dark storm clouds gathered overhead. A lone soldier from the Mexican Naval Infantry, Hernández, stood watch atop a strategic vantage point overlooking the port. The problem at hand was multifaceted; intelligence reports indicated increased activity from a notorious drug cartel known for smuggling operations via sea routes, more specificcaly the CJNG (Cartel Jalisco Nueva Generación). The cartel's presence had brought about a spike in violence and instability in the region, threatening the safety and security of the local population, as always.

As the wind picked up, carrying the scent of saltwater and distant thunder, Hernández scanned the horizon with his own eyes, the cloudy ambiance added some slight eerie backdrop. Which makes him a bit uncomfortable.

"Este clima ya se está poniendo un poco de la verga, culerisimo."

He cursed jokingly, remarking that he is feeling a bit tense, but still, comfortable, no potential danger near for now.