At the doorway, the sound of hurried footsteps was heard, and Casare and Kennedy appeared arm in arm.
"Zacatecas has been taken down…"
Victor paused, pointing to the spot in front of him, "Sit down and eat, Felix, go get some food for your brothers."
Casare, serving as the Guard, quickly responded, ran over, loaded up the food, and promptly placed it in front of the two men.
"Felix is very decisive; young men should be like that," Kennedy praised from the side.
Although Casare had a look of satisfaction in his eyes, his words were unyielding, "Don't praise him too much or he'll get cocky. He should really learn from his colleagues, you know? If he doesn't know, he should ask, and not pretend to understand."
Felix nodded vigorously.
Ever since Mom passed away, he had matured a lot.
And he knew to share some of the responsibilities of his older brother.
"Felix is very capable. After Xiafei finishes training with the troops, I plan to promote him to Guard Commander."
Kennedy was surprised and looked at Felix, who was obediently looking downward, then back at Casare, feeling rather envious.
It was clear to anyone with eyes, a new political dynasty was rising!
How frustrating that his own son was not even a year old…
Casare appeared a bit anxious, "Boss, let him train a bit more; he's not there yet."
"Skills can be cultivated. I trust you brothers. With you by my side, I sleep soundly."
Felix was very touched by these words.
That's how young men are, a few kind words from a leader, and they would offer their hearts and souls, little do they know that he might ask for your "heart and soul."
Now, even if Felix was asked to charge at drug traffickers with explosives, he wouldn't hesitate.
If Victor truly trusted Casare completely…
Why would he keep full control of the military power in his own hands?
This was some external speculation, but Casare knew very well that the boss was protecting him.
Holding military power, their relationship could not possibly remain as close.
Given the boss's character, after Mexico's liberation, could he really tolerate him?
So this was Casare's wisdom.
Following the boss loyally like Victor, doing whatever he asked, wasn't he like Wei Wan from the Han Dynasty?
Equally feigning simplicity with profound wisdom.
Victor sipped some soup, "How is Zacatecas?"
"An estimated over 70,000 people have died…" Kennedy said in a hushed tone beside him, "and more than 20,000 injured. If the follow-up supplies of medicines and doctors are not adequate, then I'm afraid…"
He paused there, but all three understood what it meant.
It meant almost the entire city would perish.
Li Mei's record of achievements was: a quarter of Tokyo had been burned down, 83,000 people died in the fires, over 100,000 severely burned, and more than a million people lost their homes. After the fire, Japan spent 25 days clearing the bodies.
Zacatecas was more tragic than Tokyo since everyone was asleep at night, plus the high altitude left no escape routes, the intersecting cold winds and flames formed a devastating fire tornado.
"Report 200 casualties to the outside," Victor said.
"Isn't that too few…"
"Anyone who doubts can go see the city themselves, by then we'll bury them alive. As long as there is no truth, there will never be any truth."
Kennedy and Casare exchanged glances.
Hopefully, those reporters and some "do-gooders" would not recklessly challenge their lives.
It's only natural for a few people to go missing occasionally, right?