Major General Sfentos Pres furrowed his brow, suppressing his anger, "Are you provoking me?"
The Americans beside him also looked displeased.
Erich Manstein squinted his eyes, sizing him up, then suddenly drew out a gun. Under the horrified gaze of the other, he pointed it at the head of Sfentos Pres, pushed the safety catch with his thumb, "Major General, sir, what do you think?"
The air suddenly quieted...
"I... I think we should be rational, there's... there's no need to make this so rigid." Major General Sfentos Pres glanced out of the corner of his eye at the accompanying personnel.
NMD...
They all stood far away, as if afraid of being implicated.
He could only save himself, chuckling awkwardly.
"We Mexicans can't compare to Americans, we lack manners, we're uneducated... but if anyone annoys us, I'll make sure they're unhappy first, General Pres, you wouldn't want your wife to be a widow at home, right?"