"The Gulf Group and Los Zetas have gone to war..."
Casare was trembling with excitement, "Can we order our troops to go directly south, take Yucatan, and restore all of Mexico?"
He had his own ambitions.
When you carry a knife, you're called a bandit. When ten people have guns, they're called a gang. A hundred people become a group. And with ten thousand people... well, you're a warlord.
He wanted to assist Victor in becoming the "founder" of all Mexico. By that time, would the future history books give him a favorable judgment?
Now he lacked neither power nor money. The Gonzalez Family had shares in many Mexican industries. Just their annual dividends amounted to close to 100 million US dollars...
What Casare wanted now was fame.
But just as he spoke, Victor smiled slightly, gesturing for him to sit down, poured him a cup of coffee, and said, "It's not the time yet."
