Chapter 187: What? Another cousin of mine died?! _2

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Checking the time, the Gulf War should be about to start, right?

Should we advise Cuauhtémoc to also send some people to help out?

All Big Brother needs is your attitude.

But you are the Big Brother now, not necessarily for life, there will always be a time of downfall.

What Victor needs to do now is continue to grow his own power, waiting for the moment to call to arms.

"Casare."

"I'm here, boss," Fat Casare hurriedly responded.

Victor pointed into the distance, "Our Mexico is waiting for its Emperor!"

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July 26, 1990.

Colombia, Santa Fe de Bogota. Inside Pablo's "manor".

"Aaahhh!!!"

The screaming accompanied by choking sounds, two lions were mauling a man, who was rolling over, but how could his strength be a match for the animals, with one swipe he was smacked to the ground.

The man was pounding on the glass wall, his face covered in blood, loudly begging for mercy, his voice hollowly echoing, "Spare me! Spare me, I won't dare again!"