My name is Okocha. I am in prison because I know too much. They say I killed a young man, that's the official version. But the truth begins long before that. I was in the military. a secret operation that the State refuses to acknowledge until the day the cartels intercepted a State shipment, a military truck. What he was carrying became their obsession. Hello Mr. Minister, nobody knows exactly what it is. But one thing is certain, whoever gets close to it never comes back. I have good news for you, brother. Your mission is to retrieve the truck. He entrusted me with a mission: to retrieve the truck. A team was formed composed of former soldiers. Hurry up. Come on, come on. But from the very first hours, everything changed. Everyone on the ground. The area was under control. Oh, it's a trap. Rest easy. I repeat, it's just a trap. We began to lose men and with each loss, I understood one thing: this mission was not meant to be accomplished, but to erase us. Today, I no longer know if I am still on a mission or have already fallen into the trap.