I was a general in South America

"There's a problem...a really big problem."

Herrera practically burst through the door to the Director General's office.

"ah..!"

After a woman screamed, Leon Drake glared angrily at his son-in-law who had barged in.

"Fuck, please remember to knock during office hours."

He immediately turned to his secretary, whose face was flushed and who was covering her chest with one hand while hurriedly adjusting her skirt, and said, "Anna, don't look for it for now. Go to the housekeeping department and get another set of clothes."

Upon hearing this, the secretary seemed relieved, grabbed a stack of documents, and rushed out. As she passed Herrera, she shyly glanced up at him and gave him a disapproving look.

"The quality of clothes purchased for domestic services is getting worse and worse. Anna just broke a few buttons and is looking everywhere for them."

Leon Drake touched his hair and then waved to Herrera.

"Let's not talk about this anymore, Herrera... what exactly happened?"

Father-in-law, you have wronged my deceased mother-in-law so much.

Herrera, whose emotions had been building up all the way, could only pinch her thigh hard as soon as she closed the office door.

She immediately rushed to Drake's side, her face contorted in pain, and wailed, "Dad, please, please change my job! I was supposed to go and get close to Lucas as you instructed... but who knew..."

Seeing his son-in-law's aggrieved look, Derek also became worried.

"What did he do to you?"

"Dad... that bastard Lucas pointed ten guns at me, threatening to kill me if I didn't tell him everything I knew!"

"And then you told me everything?" Derek was startled.

Herrera's gaze was firm, yet tinged with the bitterness of being doubted by her loved ones. She shook her head: "Angko, for Freya's sake, I can't say anything about you."

"To deal with Lucas, I had no choice but to give him intelligence about the commune's small processing plants. At the same time, he threatened me, demanding that I notify your rapid response force. He also said that there would be a press conference in front of the police station this afternoon, and that you would be responsible for notifying the media."

"If I don't do it, I definitely won't get any juice... Dad, please transfer me to guard the mine in Marmoto, I don't want to die!!"

"What does he take Manizales for?"

Leon Drake's face turned red with anger. It was a blatant provocation... How dare a mere lieutenant be so disrespectful! After saying that, he picked up the landline on the table.

"This is the police chief's office. Immediately notify all officers in the precinct to assemble at the police station."

After the order was given, Derek seemed more confident and reassured Herrera, "I'll inform the mayor immediately. Don't worry, even if Lucas comes..."

Thud...

The office door was kicked open once again.

"He's here...he's here."

"Who the hell is here..."

"The army...the army is here."

Derek didn't even have time to scold his men for opening the door carelessly. He immediately ran to the window and saw several military vehicles parked downstairs with heavily armed soldiers on guard.

"All departments, assemble!"

There was no time to marvel at how quickly Lucas had arrived; suddenly, a figure was kicked into the open office door.

"No need to gather. Nice to meet you, Chief Derek."

The person lying on the ground looked familiar to Derek; he was a police sergeant inside the police station. Then, he saw a young officer being escorted in by soldiers.

"This is hardly a nice greeting! Lucas, by protocol you should address me as Major."

According to Colombia's peculiar regulations, the police force is legally subordinate to the Ministry of the Interior, but in practice, senior officers are ranked according to their military rank.

"Did you receive authorization from the military or permission from the city government to lead the army in storming the police station and attacking senior officers?"

Leon Derek spoke with a forced smile, forcibly suppressing his anger, and trying to constantly dampen Lucas's arrogant arrogance with his words.

Oh my, you're acting all high and mighty with your military rank as an arts and culture soldier?

Lucas gave Monore a look.

The latter walked over to the sheriff, and as the sergeant struggled in terror, grabbed his hair and dragged him in front of the lieutenant.

"Your superior is standing up for you." Lucas bent down, smiling, and gently patted his face. Thump... his tin-soled military boot slammed into his chest. "Tell him, this is what you call an attack."

"stop..!"

Derek saw his subordinate clutching his chest, curled up like a shrimp, writhing in pain on the ground, and immediately shouted to stop him. Just as he was about to step forward, a line of gun barrels stopped him.

Eighty centimeters in one kick.

Two feet and eighty...

Three legs and eighty...

"Lucas, as a major, I order you to stop. I will definitely report your actions, and you'll be facing a military court."

Herrera was frantic, his mind screaming, "Father-in-law... please stop talking, he's about to laugh again!"

Damn it, he didn't even pull out a gun... If you're going to bluff, at least put some sincerity into it.

Lucas swore that it wasn't because the other party was being sarcastic or irritating; after all, he had already offended Kitani.

If you offend everyone, you offend no one.

"Director Drake, shouldn't a whistleblower report be supported by evidence?" Lucas asked Leon Drake very seriously.

Before the others could figure out the meaning behind his words, Lucas pulled out his sidearm without hesitation.

bang...bang...bang...bang...

The sheriff, lying in a pool of blood and convulsing, glanced at the stunned police officers.

Lucas chuckled, released his grip, and reversed the gun: "Moreno, pass the order that during the arrest operation, drug dealers broke into the police station building and hid there. In accordance with military orders, immediately designate the area as a temporary conflict zone, and kill anyone who resists."

Then he stared at Leon Drake.

"Alright, you can continue... Let me reintroduce myself. When we're working, please call me Lieutenant Lucas."

A madman, an absolute madman...!

Drake couldn't tell whether these were soldiers or criminals...!

Damn temporary conflict zone, damn guerrillas!

Why would those incompetent members of Congress allow the military to have such military privileges?!

Lucas didn't know what would happen to him if he went to a military court, but he knew he would die before the arrest warrant was issued.

In this predicament, Herrera, who was standing to the side, stepped forward with his hands raised: "Lieutenant Lucas, the chief just called in the police force because he was worried about security issues at the press conference."

At the same time, he kept turning his head and using his eyes to signal to his father-in-law, who was still struggling with the decision.

Damn old man, what the hell are you hesitating for with that piece of junk pistol?

No matter how hard a bone is, can it be as hard as 5.56?

Whether it was a connection between father-in-law and son-in-law or not, Leon Drake, with his neck stiff, said, "Lieutenant Lucas, the police department can cooperate with the rapid response force's plan."

Lucas gave Herrera a meaningful look before putting away his gun: "Then please inform the media and the city government, and make the necessary arrangements. It will begin in an hour."

Seeing that the bureau chief hadn't responded for a while, he casually kicked the corpse lying on the ground: "By the way, compile the evidence of his collusion with the drug trafficking organization later, is that alright?"

"You..." Drake, like a pufferfish that had been puffed up, was only angry for a moment, but in the end he reluctantly agreed: "I will give it to Herrera."