This kind of thing can't be hidden, and Victor didn't hide it either.
When he heard how capable the other party was, his emotions fluctuated greatly over the phone, "Alright, alright, the young master from Washington, U.S.A has reached into my new regime, fine, fine, then I'll make them die here!"
A heavy fist slammed on the table.
"Dig three feet into the ground, we must find out, and also, announce this operation to the public, and include the Red Shoes Club, Illuminati, and the KKK in Mexico's global drug trafficking wanted list, declaring them as a terrorist organization."
This pile of filth!
Opposite him, Rudendorf knitted his brows, his mouth half open, wanting to calm the General down, but the tone of the other party... tsk tsk tsk, forget it, let's not look for trouble.
"The location will be set at the abandoned airport in Petras City!"
"Yes!"
After hanging up the phone, Victor had a sullen face and pressed the landline on the desk, "Get Goebbels to the office."
