"I assure you, with my credibility on this land and the strong relationships I have established with the local tribes, the area I control will never become a haven or breeding ground for any anti-American armed forces. On the contrary, a region that achieves stability, restores order, and develops economically under my leadership will become the most solid barrier against the spread of extremist ideologies, safeguarding the strategic interests of the United States in this region."
This statement sounds like empty flattery.
It also resembles a promise made by a scoundrel to a woman.
However, this big pie is indeed drawn quite large and smells quite good…
"Three years…"
Winslow pondered, his fingers unconsciously moving across the tabletop, exchanging a quick glance with Kote.
Kote frowned, seemingly evaluating the military feasibility and political risks of this time frame in his mind, finally nodding slightly and almost imperceptibly.
