Screech~
A grayish-white bus stopped at the Mexico City border checkpoint. The doors opened, and two policemen stepped on board, their eyes scanning the vehicle as their hands rested near their waists, visibly alert.
"Everyone open up the packages tied with your shoelaces and let us inspect them."
Heading into the capital, naturally, security measures had to be stricter.
After all, the country was still at war, and some saboteurs might try to sneak in.
Usually, border checkpoints like this were set up in capital cities across various states, along with military and police presence, to prevent untoward incidents.
Upon hearing their instructions, an old woman seated at the back of the bus visibly tensed. Her frail body shrank deeper into the seat as she lowered her head.
Suddenly, the passenger seated next to her sprang to his feet, shouting, "Officer, the old lady's bag smells weird—please check it."
