Hearing the voice, he froze slightly, "Mr. Griffin."
"Where's our shipment?"
"The border area is tightly controlled by both sides… we're trying to figure something out."
"Hmm? By Christmas, 60 new members will be joining the club. And you, my friend, are telling me that my raw materials are stuck in Mexico? That puts me in a very difficult position."
Steve's entire body shuddered, cold sweat running down his forehead, "Sir, sir, just give me a little more time."
"Three days. If the raw materials aren't delivered in three days, your son and daughter will pay the price." With that, the other party hung up the phone directly.
Listening to the busy tone in the phone, fear instantly overtook his brain, and for a moment, he lost his footing and almost collapsed to the ground.
Thankfully, someone nearby caught and steadied him.
Steve's mouth trembled, "No, no, quick… we need to create chaos. Otherwise, we won't have a chance."
"Without the commander's orders..."
