Cuba: Tch, can we make peace?
Lin Miao: At this very moment, you've got to be kidding me, right?
Lin Miao had done so much prep work, even had the New American Intelligence Bureau's agents embedded in Cuba cooperate, just to successfully stage this missile attack. How the hell could he stop just because they threw a bit of money at him?
Tens of millions might be a lot for an individual, but for a rapidly growing company it's really nothing. Lin Miao couldn't care less about this money right now.
It's all going to be mine sooner or later, so why rush it?
After kicking the Cubans out, Lin Miao turned to Schmidt and started talking about the attack on Cuba.
This is the tragedy of the weak, although the Cuban drug lords themselves don't think they're weak.
On paper, if all the Cuban traffickers united and concentrated all their military strength, they'd absolutely be a rather considerable force.
