I was a general in South America

Police officers and soldiers have set up a cordon that is more than ten meters long in the police station building plaza.

Reporters from various media outlets and newspapers in Colombia were already snapping photos incessantly, killing off the film in their cameras.

The sudden phone call from the police department informing them that the Rapid Response Unit was going to hold a drug control press conference sent all the journalists into a frenzy, as if they had taken aphrodisiacs.

This newly formed unit is like a beautiful woman shrouded in a thin veil, inviting people to explore its secrets.

Not to mention, what they were about to announce was news about drug prohibition!

Colombians live their lives doing only three things: drug trafficking, drug use, and drug prohibition...

Drugs are like the poisonous blood flowing through the veins of this country, intertwined with the fate of the entire nation.

Six major regions, twelve rapid reaction forces, a spokesperson for the U.S. Southern Command, and the Colombian president personally overseeing the operation.

Just when everyone thought it was another political stunt, Manizales, far from the center of the country, dropped a bombshell.

Most of the reporters watching were from Caldas province, and some were already excitedly shouting the name of Colombia.

Even in rotting mud, a spotless lotus can grow; those who still hold onto hope are waiting for that ray of light.

Why are my eyes always filled with tears?

Because I love this land so deeply.

"Report: No abnormalities found on number 1."

"Report: No abnormalities found on number 2."

"Report..."

Messages kept ringing in the earpiece until everyone had finished reporting.

Lucas nodded to Moreno, pushed open the police station door, and strode out.

The young officer stood on the stage for the first time...

Even at dusk, the flashes of light made it seem like a starry river.

Five soldiers rushed out from each side and stood in a row at the bottom of the steps, forming a defensive formation.

The bureau chief and the mayor, who were following behind, looked at the excited reporters with grim faces.

I could only keep comforting myself in my heart.

Although it required cooperating with Lucas, it also helped him gain political prestige...

I was clearly forced into this situation, yet I'm still expected to maintain order and security. The more I think about it, the angrier I get!

Special times, special times...!

I'm getting nodules on my chest...

Lucas walked up to the microphone with a smile, looking more like a Hollywood star on the red carpet under the glittering lights.

Radiant with energy...!

"Let me introduce myself. I am Lieutenant Lucas Bolivar Franco from the Manizales Rapid Reaction Force."

There were no deafening cheers, nor any frenzied screams.

The previously noisy crowd fell silent after he spoke, holding their breath and waiting for his next remarks.

"I hereby declare responsibility for the raids on the Hasana Nightclub and the drug traffickers of the Castormo Commune!"

An extremely arrogant provocation!

Go and investigate what happened in Castormo!

The reporters could already sense the impending storm beneath the calm surface; the entire city knew that Hasana Nightclub belonged to the Beigu Group.

Although the specific details are unclear, various messages have already flooded the internet.

Juan Andrei, the hyena and war commander of the Kitan Group, became a vegetable at the Hasana nightclub.

This news will spread throughout the entire Caldas province, and even the whole of Colombia, tomorrow.

The fact that this young and handsome officer delivered the news with such nonchalance... made it all the more thrilling.

It was as if someone suddenly jumped out and said, "Yes... that's right, I killed the number three in Medellín."

For drug cartels, this is tantamount to a direct declaration of war.

Suddenly, a female voice rang out from the crowd: "Lieutenant Lucas, is today's press conference a formal declaration of war against the Chatan Group?"

This statement is like pouring a spark into a hot oil pan.

The next moment, all the reporters surged forward like sharks smelling blood.

"Lieutenant Lucas, aren't you worried about retaliation from the Chatan Group?"

"Was the rapid reaction force's operation a government-organized crackdown on drug cartels?"

"Lieutenant Lucas, will this high-profile public display affect our upcoming anti-drug operations? Is this a planned operation, or just a political stunt...?"

There were doubts and concerns, and a variety of questions followed.

However, Lucas didn't intend to answer immediately, because the facts were more shocking than words!

He raised his hand in a gesture to signal for quiet, and winked at Moreno.

Moreno directed four soldiers to step forward and stand in front of the huge military green tarpaulin covering the square.

The tarpaulin was lifted, revealing rows of neatly arranged corpses lying quietly in the setting sun.

The noisy scene instantly fell silent...

The reporters were left speechless, their mouths agape as they stared at the scene, their fingers instinctively pressing the shutter button.

Have you ever witnessed a raid on smuggled and hunted animals?

The drug dealer's body lay there like a dried-up, taxidermied animal.

My scalp is tingling!

Those with poor mental resilience have already pushed away the people around them and started vomiting.

Drake and Joshua, standing on the steps, felt their legs go weak... and kept wiping the sweat from their foreheads with handkerchiefs.

madman..!

Nearly one hundred corpses...!

This person has gone mad; standing next to him could mean getting caught in the crossfire!

We have to get rid of him, no matter what it takes!

If Lucas stays in Manisales for even one more day, they will be killed sooner or later.

When certain balances are broken, even if you are not involved, there are only two outcomes: death in a physical sense or death in a political sense.

Neither of these options is acceptable to Drake and Joshua.

The scene was bloody and violent, which clashed with Lucas standing and smiling in the golden sunset, yet somehow created a strange harmony.

"The Third Rapid Reaction Force will temporarily requisition the Cato branch as its command center and launch a military anti-drug operation in Manizales until all the drug dealers are down, or until I and my soldiers are down...!"

There were no sentimental words, no exaggerated praise.

The simple words struck like a powerful hammer blow to everyone's heart.

Suddenly, hot blood surged in the dead heart.

"Some people reminded me that I shouldn't put myself in danger."

Lucas paused, pointed to the badge on his chest, and drew everyone's attention again.

"But I'm sorry, I'm a Colombian soldier, and I'm also a Mestizo citizen... I share the same blood as you. Drug traffickers have stolen our farmland, drugs have destroyed our families, and my badge and my bloodline do not allow me to back down at this moment."

Make a fist with one hand and pound it hard on your chest.

"Manizales drug traffickers banned!!"

The final emphasis, an arrogant declaration.

At this moment, Lucas was seen as a messenger bathed in divine light, and people's gazes gradually changed from surprise to fervor.

"Manizales drug traffickers banned!!"

"Manizales drug traffickers banned!!"

Most of the people were waving their cameras and shouting wildly; if it weren't for the nearly one hundred corpses, they would have looked more like fanatical fans chasing after celebrities.

The director and the mayor hadn't expected that Lucas's few words would cause such a huge reaction, and the complex emotions in their eyes were something only the two of them understood.

"Manisales drug traffickers banned! Manis..."

Herrera also raised his fist, but quickly felt his father-in-law's cold gaze, his voice grew softer and softer, and he awkwardly lowered his fist.

What the hell am I doing?

Wait, how did the Cato branch become a temporary command center?

But Lucas has a really good point!

Today in Colombia, Lucas fired the first shot.