There were steadfast internationalist warriors, steadfast feudal warriors, and naturally, there would be capitalist warriors too—those who fought for global peace, and those who fought for their own interests.
Federico Ferrari Orsi, feeling utterly bewildered, sat in the vehicle, watching the heavy rain pour outside.
Perhaps...
He was fighting just for a bite to eat.
He had once joined the "Anti-Victor Alliance" for his livelihood, but the indiscriminate bombing by the Northern Army had robbed him of his home, his family and friends, and so much more, filling his heart with fury towards the dictator.
Victor?
Under the guise of drug prohibition, he was actually a national scourge!
He waged wars to satisfy his own interests!
A shameful, despicable scoundrel.
Now, staff officer Federico held respect for Mr. Jose Andres Guardado; he had placed his bets on himself in Nuevo Leon.
This was the first time he was needed so resolutely; he couldn't disappoint.
