I was a general in South America

"Fuck, Shit, he's a disgrace to the military. Not only does he disregard the law, but he also threatened us to provide evidence of his crimes. We'll take him to Congress and make him pay."

Leon Drake spewed out forbidden words like a machine gun, and scattered objects that could be smashed or thrown around his feet in a circle.

Having worked in the Manizales police force for so long, I have never suffered such humiliation.

It's like being raped on the street and then praising the perpetrator for being amazing.

In this city, everyone, from social elites to criminal organizations, has to give him some respect.

But half an hour earlier, Drake felt as helpless as a woman being forced into something.

Lucas practically humiliated the police department.

"Joshua, and that damn army! ...Do they even have any respect for the Colombian Constitution? They're practically protecting military criminals."

The mayor, who had been summoned over, could only manage a helpless, bitter smile upon seeing his old friend's exasperated state.

After Drake called him, Joshua told him to temporarily stop clashing with Lucas and then drove to the police station.

On the way, they had already contacted the commander of the 4th Brigade of the Amazon Military District, but the commander simply said that "an investigation into the military's human rights violations" was needed to withdraw the confirmation of the withdrawal of the temporary conflict zone. After the Ministry of the Interior filed an appeal with the military, and then sent people to verify the facts in detail, they were turned down.

Joshua immediately countered by establishing a temporary conflict zone, stating that according to the law, the local government must confirm that the area's risks are uncontrollable before the military can take over.

Unfortunately, all that awaited him was a single sentence...

The province of Qaldas is an area where anti-government armed groups are active and has been in a state of war for a long time. The rapid reaction force is under the direct command of the military council and the president and is a special military unit. The Fourth Brigade has no jurisdiction over any military operations.

Whether the military has broken the law or not can be determined after the military has finished its business.

If you really want to invoke the law and its provisions, please go and appeal to the Military Commission and the President.

Even the mayor is powerless against such military privileges.

After all, the elites in Bogotá were terrified that one morning they would wake up to find themselves hanging from a streetlamp by guerrillas.

"Derek, since compromise is useless, we need to change our approach to dealing with Lucas. The scheduled meeting needs to be moved up."

Joshua, with a grave expression, advised that Manizales had not been a long-term military base in the past, and even when there were temporary missions, there had never been a madman like Lucas.

"Once this is over, I will go to Bogotá to think of a solution. There are also many people in the military who oppose this approach. For the sake of the people of Manizales, we cannot let military madmen like Lucas run rampant."

Drake seemed unconvinced and said fiercely, "Joshua, what if there's a sudden riot in the city? Keep in mind that Lucas's troops only number thirty."

The implication made Joshua ponder, and he didn't answer for a long time.

"For now, let's maintain the status quo. If it comes to the point where sacrifice is necessary, God will punish the arrogant."

"So Douglas's sacrifice was in vain?"

Herrera's eyelids twitched as he listened to their conversation.

Damn it, father-in-law, do you even know what you're saying?!

Douglas, the unfortunate guy who died in his office half an hour ago, could be considered a sacrifice.

Then I, Vao Herrera, am the number one philanthropist in Manizales.

"Gentlemen, is there any possibility, I mean, is it possible that Douglas is actually a mole within the drug cartel, and that handing over his incriminating evidence to Lucas could, on the one hand, keep the other side in check, and on the other hand, shift the drug cartel's attention to the rapid reaction force?"

"Since Lucas wants to step into the limelight, why don't we give him a hand?"

Herrera's cautious voice suddenly broke between the two thinkers.

He spoke very slowly, clearly racking his brains to guide the conversation...

Father-in-law, I'll save you one more time...!

.......

"Lucas, everything is arranged. A lot of people have gathered outside the building, and the snipers are in position. The press conference can start at any time." Moreno pushed open the door and entered.

Seeing that he seemed hesitant to speak after finishing his report, Lucas said, "Just say what you want to say."

"Lucas, I don't mean to disobey orders, I just think what you're doing is too dangerous."

"Do you think that holding this kind of press conference is too aggressive?"

Moreno nodded, then seemed afraid the other party would misunderstand: "I'm not afraid of drug dealers, it's just that we haven't completely controlled the situation yet, and I'm worried about your safety."

Lucas's press conference was so outrageous that he believed the news would shake the entire country of Colombia.

The two had witnessed the ruthlessness of drug cartels in their hometown of Cali.

Before they even entered military school, they had launched an anti-drug campaign organized by the government.

Unfortunately, the curtain had barely risen when the Cali Cartel went on a killing spree, assassinating government officials who supported the fight against drugs, as well as journalists who tried to speak out.

At that time, the government's methods were limited to educating the community about the dangers of drugs and establishing public reporting mailboxes.

Lucas's actions amounted to nothing less than a blatant declaration of war against drug cartels.

"Gigi..."

"Lucas, I've told you so many times not to call me by my nickname anymore, damn it... why did I leave Cali to protect you, you lunatic?"

Moreno had a toothache; how did he end up with such a effeminate nickname when he was a child?

Seeing his childhood friend's embarrassed expression, Lucas chuckled: "I'm the cat, and the drug dealers are the mice. If a cat is afraid of mice, it must be because it's lost its teeth!"

"Moreno, have you ever thought that if it weren't for my father's dying pleas, we would have spent our whole lives holed up in the countryside of Cali, just like those farmers, kneeling before drug dealers and smashing our dignity for a meal? Just when you thought you could get through it, those scumbags were thinking about how to plant coca on your land and how to make your wife and daughter wiggle their butts on the street."

"Since we've decided to take this path, we have to climb up step by step. In this country, you never know what will happen next. The only way is to use the shortest amount of time to step over the corpses of those drug dealers."

As Lucas spoke, he pulled out his pistol and aimed it at the wall: "Let those people know with bullets that we're here...! The bigger the storm, the higher the value, and the greater the harvest."

Thud...

He opened his mouth slightly to make a sound.

Even God would have to avoid my sharp edge.

Moreno looked at Lucas's arrogant and confident demeanor with a fanatical gaze, as if the person in front of him was no longer his childhood friend, but a 'god' guiding him on his path...!

There was even an urge to raise one's arms and shout, as if the initial concern was for the other person's safety, and a voice seemed to be calling from the depths of one's being.

"Following him will definitely lead to success!"

"Lucas, tell me what I should do."

Lucas stood up, straightened his uniform, and confidently opened the door.

"Moreno is right behind me, and today the whole of Colombia will hear our gunfire!"