"Raul Salinas?"
The bald president's brother?
That idiot who stands in the busiest bars of Mexico and loudly declares, "There's nothing in Mexico I can't handle"?
Seems like he has a pretty good relationship with a few drug trafficking groups.
He squinted, unwilling to bother, but seeing the look in his old boss Alejandro's eyes, he reluctantly picked up the phone.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Victor," the man on the other end tried to sound gentlemanly, but his voice was truly fucking annoying.
"What do you want, Mr. Raul?" Victor was talking nonsense with the man on the phone in his left hand while he spoke carelessly.
"I heard you guys attacked a drug trafficker's camp on the border of Sonora State??"
The moment Victor heard this, he knew the bastard was looking for trouble. He sat up straight and cut him off, "Raul, I need to correct you. It's not called an attack, it's called a drug raid!"
"Please don't misuse your words! You should have been to school, right?"
