Casare immediately stood up, his face flushed, "Loyalty!"
"Loyalty!!"
"Long live!!"
Victor stood up and saluted, "Let us all encourage one another."
Everyone felt a surge of strength. As they left the office one by one, their eyes were glowing with determination.
Victor stopped Defense Minister Kennedy and Chief of Staff Admiral Horatio Herbert Kitchener.
Just as the two were puzzled, his first sentence made their spirits rise.
"What do you think about launching a southern offensive this coming May?"
Was he planning to wipe out all the southern drug traffickers?!
Victor stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, his gaze somewhat tense. "Those southern drug traffickers have always been like a thorn stabbing into our heart. Even when our relations with the Americans were good, they secretly aided them. Now that things have soured, they will undoubtedly support them entirely."
After all…
This was already a war of belief.
At its core, it was a matter of national survival.
