His wife screamed and rushed out, trying to pull those people away, but was held by two people, stripped naked, and thrown onto the street.
The crowd formed a circle, holding their phones to record.
Screams, curses, laughter, all mixed together.
The second victim was a Mexican grocery store.
The shop owner was an old man, sixty-seven years old, and had lived in Quito for thirty years. When he was dragged out, he was too scared to move, forced to the ground, and had his face stepped on.
"Are you Mexican?" the leader asked.
The old man shook his head desperately.
"I... I'm Ecuadorian... I've lived in Quito for thirty years..."
The leader laughed.
"Thirty years? Then you should have been killed sooner. You should have left thirty years ago."
A stick struck the old man on the head.
Blood splattered.
The old man twitched a few times and then stopped moving.
The massacre lasted for four hours.
By two in the afternoon, San Blas District was unrecognizable.
