This so-called "alliance" was disrupted by a song.
The stout man with short hair at the door still felt unsatisfied, pointing at the three who were already in the car and their subordinates, cursing, "Pah! You traitors of New Mexico, I'm telling you, unless I'm dead, I'll fight Victor to the end!"
Whoosh—
In an instant, I looked up sharply and saw a shadow crash heavily into the Blue Swallow Motel, followed by a massive explosion, boom!
The entire motel was blown sky-high.
The enormous shockwave moved the cars outside several meters...
The three native leaders who "luckily" escaped only felt dizzy from the impact, but were otherwise unharmed, just bumped up a bit.
They stared dumbfounded at the ruins...
Everyone felt lost and terrified.
Woo—
The roar of engines overhead made the three look up, an F16 fighter jet proudly flew low, bearing Mexico's flag, now in Mexican airspace, naturally it could fly freely.
Am I not allowed to touch my wife in my own house?
