Proud in their blue uniforms patrolled the steep streets of the slums in their shiny blue and white Dodge Aspen. Documentosm verified chased the robbers, prevented the illegal sale of liquor, helped elderly, in short. Whenever they stopped next to a vendor and as usual informal undocumented, selling smuggled cigarettes. It was an Ecuadorian peuqena had but Villaqueran crazy. He began by stopping to deport. Then arrested for lovers.
After that she was pregnant and you arrange the documents. Until we arrived on Christmas Eve. Both workers were patrolling the neighborhood. They saw the discussion in the middle of the street. White rotating lights on and descended to separate the contenders.
Villaqueran concialidaor advanced toward the group. He saw the flashes. He felt the pain in his collarbone. His instinct overcame him and made them hide under the police car. From there he saw the group flee everywhere. . . . Then came his days in the hospital. Madie said nothing. The reports were very clean. While he was given the opportunity to join research courses. But in the back of his mind was the image of Villaqueran falling backwards again and again by the impact of the shooting. Back to reality. He saw the giant flat-screen liquid crystal Plasma throwing a flood of news. In reality he was the only one who saw them. A special of the BBC, gave the Augusta Mangusta pictures of the Federal Police of Mexico with the obsolete MI-24 of the Panama National Guard, who fought fiercely anti-gang they had taken by assault the presidential palace in Tegucigalpa.