FBI Staring Up at the Sky from the Pit
Mexico's Hall of Discussing the Dao had suffered a major disaster. The local Holy Wine Secret Society, a force in Sonora's witchcraft market, had set them up and ambushed them, leaving them badly battered.
People who weren't of your own kind would never share your aims. They had tried to recruit foreign forces and ally with them against the operation team, but the world was treacherous and human hearts were hard to fathom. Caught completely off guard, only a handful had managed to escape.
That underhanded, vicious betrayal had nearly destroyed the entire Hall of Discussing the Dao.
If the Mexico operation team hadn't stepped in in time and fought several hard battles against the local forces in Sonora, led by the Holy Wine Secret Society, the Hall's people and supplies would have been looted and sold off.
Mexico was already a complete mess. People mysteriously disappearing was practically an everyday occurrence, while the government was little more than a decoration. All it knew how to do was take bribes and extort people. It was utterly powerless to help; if anything, it was good at causing trouble and holding others back. It simply couldn't be relied on.
If they hadn't reacted quickly, those local gangsters would almost have dragged all those Chinese people away to sell them.
Once someone disappeared, there was no telling what might happen to them. They could end up as slaves in some hidden estate, or as a source of organs for transplants. It was hard to imagine that America couldn't even handle human rights issues in its own backyard, yet still had the time to meddle in imaginary problems across the ocean.
The Mexico operation team from Institute 507 acted decisively, using violence to make an