Chapter 242: The Northern Six Provinces are All on My Shoulders!

Pearson followed the transport convoy and left.

He didn't even stay for dinner.

But indeed, from the "Ovregaon Military Airport" to Arizona in the United States was only roughly 40 kilometers.

Just a step on the gas away.

What kind of venues could Mexico offer?

The technicians were all inexperienced and would make a mess of things right off the bat.

In the repair shop.

Victor watched with his hands on his hips as the logistics department assembled the P51s.

The skills of that bunch of technicians were not bad.

"Boss, we've made Uday so miserable, if the Yanks let him go, will he come looking for trouble with us? Shouldn't we keep an eye on him and, to cut a long story short... by the time he gets back to Africa, it will be too late," Casare said, making a throat-slitting gesture beside him.

"Iraq is in Asia," Jason Bourne interjected suddenly.

Casare blinked, "Is it?"

Geography isn't the strong suit of most people in the Latin American region.