"Kill them!"
In the garden of Tijuana's security department, Mr. Victor was being interviewed by Time Magazine, and the male journalist had a sanctimonious look. His first question was, "What would you do if one of your subordinates used drugs?"
Mr. Victor's answer was very straightforward.
The male journalist feigned surprise, "Aren't you worried your comments might give your subordinates other ideas?"
"My subordinates are heroes; they fight on the front lines of the drug war. If I were on drugs, I'd allow them to shoot me too!"
"Speaking of which, Mr. Mylion, you aren't on drugs, are you?" Mr. Victor leaned forward slightly, his gaze fixed intensely on the other man.
The journalist was so scared he started sweating profusely.
He chuckled nervously, "How could that be? I never touch that stuff."
Mr. Victor sniffed, mimicking a gun with his fingers, "Don't let me catch you, or else..."
