"From now on, Guadalupe Island will be our turf!" Victor exhaled a puff of smoke, moving from a jail guard to a police station director wasn't easy.
But in his plan, this place was merely a stepping-stone. First, he needed to secure his base, then he would counter-attack the inland cities of Mexico. The entire Latin America continent would need a greeting from the "drug control" iron fist!
Drugs are the most "disgusting" thing in the world!
They must be eradicated!
"Should we get some more defensive weapons? I heard the drug traffickers even have submarines. Should we set up some cannons at the dock?" Casare quietly suggested.
Having tasted the benefits of firepower, he couldn't forget it even now.
"It would be best if we could set up an anti-air defense too. All the big cartels have air routes, if anyone flies over, we shoot them down directly!"
Casare became more and more excited as he spoke.
Men...
