When the ambulance arrived,
Abrego was really in pieces, and a group of people beside him were wailing, especially his second son Belman, who was in charge of intelligence and had recently established the Navy, cried miserably.
Well now...
No need for a stretcher.
Just pack him in a sack and drag him away.
Meanwhile, the other sons who worked in the unit were crying, but their eyes clearly revealed panic and unease, their gazes wandering on the second son.
Although he was greatly loved, the eldest son had already taken control of the military, was the commander of a division under the alliance, strong in troops and horses.
The most important thing was that the two were not born from the same mother.
With Gulf Group and such a huge inheritance in Southern Mexico, how could they not be tempted?
There was bound to be a firefight!
The smart ones seemed to foresee the future.
But now was not the time to talk about this...
Start crying first!
