Victor hadn't gone far, he was standing on a balcony quietly watching Peter Peterson and others leave, raising his wine glass to take a gentle sip.
"Boss, those Jews are so disrespectful, how about we find someone…" Casare standing nearby, looking sinister, actually just a smiling tiger.
Offending the boss and wanting to leave?!
Kennedy glanced at this guy, tsk tsk tsk… better not offend him in the future.
"We're a government, not a gang, we can't send them to meet God just because of differing opinions, right?"
Victor waved his hand, "Dying in Mexico would damage my reputation."
Fat Casare's eyes flashed, then they should die in the United States, right?
He understood!
He completely understood.
"Right now, we need enough time and wealth, the Jews aren't very proud, without us, they're nothing, they want to impose high-tech restrictions on us? So, what's the current market value of the Wintel Alliance?"
