Thirty minutes before

Miguel, after having traveled a long way, when he realized that he was out of reach of the traffic cameras, parked on the side of the road, got out and looked in the back seat, he saw that blood was gushing from Diego's wound. He tore the sleeve of his shirt, made a kind of bandage, tightened the bullet hole, putting pressure on it to prevent it from bleeding.

″What your brother lacks in intelligence, your brother lacks in intelligence You're an idiot Diego! How did you pu