He squinted his eyes with an unfriendly tone, ready to appoint someone, when the sound of knocking at the door interrupted everyone's thoughts.
"Boss, Antonio is on the phone," said a confidant standing at the door.
El Mencho nodded, took the phone, and stepped out of the room, leaving his brothers and blood relatives inside to heave a sigh of relief.
"Hello!"
"Bro," Antonio called from the other end.
"How is it going? Has the Mexican Government accepted our surrender?"
Antonio's voice was slightly weak, "I've made contact with the local CIA; they said they would help us, but I think they are just talking big. Victor's influence is too great, and now the parliamentarians dare not voice any opposition to him. However, the CIA people also said that this is just superficial, someone will stand up to re-establish the Mexican Government, and by then, we'll oppose Cuauhtémoc, the puppet in the National Palace, and we will become the armed force of the new government!"