If you don't cooperate, don't blame me for being ruthless.
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"Robbers! Bandits! You are the real drug traffickers, you're invading Belize."
The leader of the People's Unity Party, Theodore Buchanan, shouted loudly in his room at the official residence, pounding vigorously on the door.
He was imprisoned…
According to his own words, that's how it was.
He was lucky not to be killed by the drug traffickers, but he felt these Mexicans were no different from them.
Bam!
He kicked the door hard, venting his discontent.
Squeak—
The door suddenly opened, startling him, and he took a few steps back, warily watching the doorway. Four soldiers walked in.
Was the leader a lieutenant?
Yet he had his hand bandaged, also seemingly suffering from a foot injury, appearing to be limping.
George Catlett Marshall glanced at the untouched food on the floor, raising his eyebrows, "Mr. Theodore, is the food not to your liking?"
