And of course, R-14 certainly wouldn't sell them a nuclear warhead, at most they'd sell some conventional missiles, but if they're fitted with high-explosive bombs, that alone would be devastating.
"They're hesitant over there, they're terrified of further conflict with the Americans!" Ochoa said in a low voice.
"Hesitation means the money isn't enough, add another 20%!" Pablo waved his hand generously, "It's just money, we have plenty of that."
"Then I'll go talk again."
"However, on Mexico's side..." Ochoa glanced at the other Medellin top brass present, "The Sinaloa Group is nearly in shambles, Guzman's whereabouts are unknown, it's not even certain whether he's still in this world, and Culiacán has been breached, his cousins have split ways, now they're all bandits!"
The room fell into a quiet lull at these words.
Those present had seen the world, but they hadn't imagined such a large drug trafficking organization spanning Eurasia would disperse so "easily."
