Chapter 256: The CIA is the CIA, and the United States is the United States!

"Clang~"

The wine glass slipped from the hand of the Juarez Drug Trafficking Group's boss Aguilar, ruining the Persian carpet worth tens of thousands of US dollars.

This big drug trafficker, who had emerged from the ranks of high-ranking officials in the Mexican Government, was now utterly dumbfounded!

"Stroke?!"

His mouth trembled slightly, not out of fear, but out of sheer confusion.

You're a big drug trafficker; can you not be so ridiculous?

He could probably be nominated for the "Most Flustered Crime Boss."

Of course, Egypt Sadat would definitely be on the list, as his death was indeed bizarre.

"Is he dead? Who's calling the shots in Sinaloa now?" Aguilar asked nervously, as they've been bearing the brunt of Victor's artillery.

You can't go down!

Arman, Arman! You're even closer to me now than my own father.

Aguilar was in a panic, strictly speaking, he was a traitor; caught by that tyrant Victor, could he still be of any use?