"Call the DEA guys up too."
Victor stopped Casare, who was about to give the order, said with a smile, "If there's credit to be had, let's let Mr. Jonathan Pannier get in on it, take their men to the biggest passage marked."
Casare immediately understood the boss's intention.
Let DEA and CBP (U.S. Customs and Border Protection) hash it out; CBP, being a branch under the United States Department of Homeland Security, had its Special Forces.
"The tunnel is rather narrow and not suited to large-scale combat; should we get some other kind of weapon?"
"Like?" Victor asked, raising an eyebrow, always feeling that this guy couldn't come up with anything good.
"Dichlorodiethyl Sulfide!"
Casare stared at Victor, speaking very seriously.
"You trying to get me into a military court?" Victor couldn't help but laugh.
"If there are any drug traffickers left alive, maybe they could sue, but if we kill them all, wouldn't there be no victims?"
What a great idea!
