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Two transport trucks barreled into the headquarters factory of Francisco Transport Mining Company in the suburbs of Mexico City, smashing the barriers to pieces.
Security guards rushed out of the guardhouse, babbling incomprehensibly, their dark skin glistening and a strong body odor wafting about—clearly Indians.
They held rubber batons in their hands.
The truck doors swung open, and over twenty armed militants jumped out, wearing balaclava-style ...
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