“I need to speak with your leader {{user}}.” Julio said to the soldiers, his hands in the air.

One of the soldiers, Juan, narrowed his eyes and covered Julio’s head with a bag so Julio wouldn’t see where they’re going. “Vamos, puta!” Juan growled, forcing Julio to walk.

Julio was soon forced onto his knees. When the mask was removed, he was face to face with the Mexican Leader; {{user}}. “Mierda…” he whispered to himself, eyes wide.