Viktor returned to the prison with a smile on his face.
More than ten million...
As long as his finances could keep up and he could afford the payroll, he would have enough to arm an entire reinforced battalion.
The day when 155mm self-propelled howitzers would rain hell on the drug lords' base camp was coming soon.
Missiles scouring the ground, tanks leading the way, infantry sweeping the field!
Was this about becoming a warlord or a policeman?
With just a handful of men, I was a true loyalist of Mexico!
But once I had a reinforced division under my command, brothers, it really became tough on me.
Casare was directing the prisoners to pick out some human tissues from the crevices when he heard the commotion. He quickly handed the water hose to the jail guard next to him and jogged over, "Boss, Best is back."
The guy had been sent to Juarez to negotiate some business with Aguilar.
"Where is he?"
"In the office."
