"Brothers, we can't choose how we are born, but at least we can choose how we die. To die at whose hands we can suffer less, to die somewhat like a human being, rather than being a monkey for Victor's circus! Surrendering to the Italians is the last bit of... dignity we can preserve for ourselves and our families. We are drug lords, not clowns. Even if it's the end, we cannot let that madman Victor direct it!"
Everyone looked at each other and then lowered their heads simultaneously.
"Don't worry, I'll be the one to announce this, and I won't let the brothers curse you." Gilbert waved his hand as he sat on the chair, "Dismissed."
"If anyone doesn't want to surrender, then leave early while there's still time."
After everyone left with their own thoughts, Gilbert sat quietly smoking in the meeting room.
By around eight in the evening, when the Allies were less than twenty kilometers away.
Gilbert's voice came through the broadcasting system:
"All Cali members:"
