"Secondly, even if we bring the gold back, at best it's a collective second-class merit, maybe some money as a reward. But if we capture Mérida and make them surrender, then... getting stars on our shoulders is just a matter of time!"
The last person who dared to do this was Germany during World War II, directly promoted to brigade commander by Little Mustache.
Fritz Klingenberg looked at the other's conflicted expression and lowered his voice, "Wealth and honor are sought in danger!"
"I remember you have a girlfriend back home, her parents are quite snobbish? If you make a contribution, who would dare underestimate you."
"Let's do it!"
Leann was instantly filled with passion, with the urge to return triumphantly and slap Old Deng.
"Alright, the gold stays in the car for now, it won't run away."
The two got out of the car, Fritz Klingenberg glanced at everyone and then at the man scared out of his wits, squinting as he leaned in, "Want to survive, fellow?"
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