Early in the morning, just as the sky began to lighten, the drug lord sent someone to drive to the residence to pick us up for a tour of the drug production factory.
This confirmed that the drug lords had long been sending people to monitor the movements of the 'Chaotic Blade Association'. Had we not prepared thoroughly and been discreet, we might have been caught and tortured by the traffickers before this day arrived.
"Welcome to the sanctuary of Havana!"
The drug factory was set up in the military-controlled zone on the outskirts. Behind the towering walls were densely packed production factories, with numerous tankers full of chemical raw materials waiting for inspection at the checkpoint. Each truck had an armed drug trafficker in the passenger seat, with guard posts along the way to prevent anyone from ambushing the convoy or the drivers from stealing.
