If...
Overthrew the Americans...
Victor swallowed, making a distinct gulping noise in this environment, while Uday stared at his scalp, his gaze as if he wanted to eat him alive.
"Thank you!"
This sudden gratitude from Victor baffled him completely.
"Don't worry, I won't kill you, I'll send you to a good place," he said to Uday, trying his best to sound "gentle."
"Contact the FBI, have them take him away."
FBI?
"I won't go! I won't go! Fifty million US dollars, let me go, and I'll give you fifty million!" Uday screamed his lungs out.
"Don't be so nervous, I've heard that over in the United States there's a witness protection program. If you're willing to cooperate and testify against the war crimes your dad committed, maybe, they might even protect you," Victor said very seriously.
