"Governor, you are destroying! Destroying our history!" A voice filled with indignant discontent roared so loudly that even the dust on the roof was shaken loose.
A middle-aged man with glasses and thinning hair was shaking his fist in front of Victor!
The students behind him were terrified, their faces pale.
Who could have imagined that this gentlemanly professor who had been so elegant all his life would actually confront a governor?
It's over, it's all over...
We're dead, we're going to die!
The students trembled with fear.
"But if we don't wage war, what history will we have left? Sir, have you considered what would be said about Mexico in history hundreds of years, even thousands of years from now, if there were no Drug War? Just one sentence to summarize this country: a land rich with drugs!" Victor said with furrowed brows and a grave voice.
The professor looked troubled, "We can conduct the battle elsewhere, it doesn't necessarily have to be in the protected area."