"Agreed!"
The CIA Director thought for a moment and then nodded in agreement, but he always felt that something was going to go wrong!
If Victor were so easily subdued, would he still be Victor?
He might as well be called Hirohito, given how comfortably he played the underling, and his grandfather was some foreign pipe-smoker.
"Just like that, gentlemen, we cannot allow such a tiger to continue lurking in our backyard, you understand?"
"Understood!"
…
He couldn't pee anymore!
Not a drop of urine was left.
On Socorro Island,
A gaunt Spanish soldier with chapped lips was shaking, trying to produce some urine to drink, but he hadn't taken in any water, so what could he do?
The drinking water had been cut off long ago, and now he didn't even have the strength to fire his gun.
But there were ways…
Someone had thought of a method—deoxyribose was a liquid, and presumably, it didn't require water to consume.
However, he couldn't get over the psychological hurdle.
