Tijuana International Airport!
A red carpet was laid out.
Cuauhtémoc, in a suit, was personally at the scene to welcome the guests. As soon as the cabin door opened, he was already smiling, waiting for Barzan, Saddam's brother, to come down the gangway. He extended his hand first.
"Welcome, Mr. Barzan."
"Thank you, Cuauhtémoc, my friend." The other even gave a hug, which made him startled for a moment, but then he quickly revealed a smile.
He is already a seasoned politician.
Of course, he understands one thing...
All flattery is to gain benefits from you.
Just like a man in his twenties going after a woman in her sixties, don't tell me it's for love...
"Please get in the car."
Barzan looked to his left and right, hesitated, and asked, "Isn't Mr. Victor coming?"
"He is overseeing the battle at the front lines, as you know, those drug traffickers are like centipedes, not dying completely, you have to keep pressing on them and attacking."
