Everyone in the room looked around at each other; all of them drug traffickers, none were experts in military industries. They could only nod in agreement, with some even clapping and praising his excellent choice.
India shouldn't be lacking by now...
Yeah...
They should be alright.
After all, they have such a large population.
Arturo Desena gestured for silence with his hands spread out, propped his elbows on the table, and raised a finger, "This is the first matter. The second matter is that Victor's anti-government armed forces are confronting our brothers in the slums of Mexico City. We must help them."
"General, this... It's tough to transport weapons across the border, they are keeping a very tight watch," someone said with difficulty.
You dare to call yourself a general?
Pah!
It turns out that anyone can be called that.
In Africa, any group of muscular men wielding sticks from World War II can call themselves a warlord.
On this planet, apart from Victor...
