I was a general in South America

Since Lucas announced at the police station that a military operation would be launched against Manizales.

The area under the jurisdiction of the Cato branch was designated as a martial law zone, and temporary recruits of reserve soldiers were deployed in groups of four to set up checkpoints at various intersections along the main roads.

Since the military's weapons and equipment had not yet been delivered, the police station's firearms and ammunition were temporarily borrowed, along with military wireless communication equipment.

Rapid reaction forces, on the other hand, serve as mobile forces, ready to provide support and respond to emergencies at any time.

night.

Temporary squad officer Diego, just like the previous two days, drove a Willys Jeep to the duty station.

Aside from the bustling downtown areas, the streets of most Colombian cities are sparsely populated at night.

Only a few tortilla or barbecue restaurants were open on the street.

If you are a tourist, it is recommended that you do not travel in the early morning or late evening... If you travel too early, you may encounter scattered human tissue on the roadside; if you travel too late, you may become scattered human tissue yourself.

Even having a blue passport won't help; its only effect might be to excite the criminals.

The man who liked to print his photo on T-shirts influenced countless South Americans.

Perhaps it was because the past two days had been too peaceful, but Diego even felt a little bored while on duty.

In the past, streets like this with few people were good places for fellow Daoists to trade.

When I was a policeman, I used to turn a blind eye to Taoist priests selling things on the roadside, but now I'm actually looking forward to it.

The younger generation of Colombians are dealing with drugs from the moment they are born.

Whether it's drug trafficking, drug manufacturing, drug prohibition, or drug use, if there isn't someone in your family involved in drugs, then your background isn't quite right.

Diego was also a child of the slums, growing up with coca leaves in his mouth.

When fathers and childhood friends die one by one from cocaine in forgotten corners.

He vowed to kill all drug dealers, but after becoming a full-fledged police officer, he discovered that it wasn't just drugs that were tainted, but the entire society.

He watched as drug dealers he had just arrested walked past him a few minutes later with mocking smiles.

Diego killed his former self with his own hands; this decaying city is not worth dying for.

Until they saw the man standing in the sunset, uttering the words "Manisales drug dealers prohibited."

For the first time, he felt that perhaps the world wasn't so bad as to be beyond redemption.

Seeing the corpses lying on the ground, I realized that these beasts could be killed and left there for people to watch, like stray dogs on the roadside.

That's fucking cool...! This is what soldiers and police officers should look like...!

When Diego learned that Lieutenant Lucas was recruiting, he joined without hesitation, perhaps because there was something worth protecting.

"It seems the rapid reaction force has scared the drug dealers. I swear, it's never been this quiet on patrol in Manizales."

"I wonder when I can officially join the Rapid Force. It would be so cool to be under a boss like Lucas."

"Manizales drug traffickers banned...! I feel like I'm in another Colombia."

"Everyone be careful. I wish every day could be this peaceful."

Listening to his companions' casual conversation, Diego smiled knowingly, but still reminded everyone to stay vigilant.

Suddenly, a group of children darted out, barefoot, chasing each other around a soccer ball in front of the burrito shop across the street.

"Diego, there are kids playing football in the streets of Manizales at night. Let's give a shout-out to Lieutenant Lucas. Maybe you should treat us to a taco for supper."

"Yes, yes, we can enjoy the beautiful football while we eat."

Faced with everyone's commotion, Diego thought for a moment. He hadn't found anything unusual at the moment, and the shops were about to close. If he wanted to find something to eat while on duty late at night, there would be nowhere to go.

"Then you guys keep an eye on things."

After he finished speaking, he opened the car door and walked towards the burrito shop. Just as he reached the middle of the road, the soccer ball that the children were fighting over rolled to his feet.

Diego deftly lifted the ball, juggling it as he crossed the street.

His skillful ball skills drew applause from the children, and even his companions in the car opposite him whistled at the sight. The owner of the burrito shop looked up and smiled from time to time.

Diego stepped on the ball and looked at those adorable smiling faces, which seemed like a scene from a dream come true. He couldn't help but bend down and pat the head of the child in front of him.

Everyone was enjoying the heartwarming scene...

Suddenly, Diego felt something hard poke his waist. He chuckled and turned around, trying to find out which mischievous kid it was...

Bang...bang...bang...

Several gunshots rang out in the silent street.

Diego's eyes were filled with disbelief as he slowly collapsed onto the road, his mouth moving as he reached out as if trying to grab something.

In the reflection deep within their eyes, the children, still smiling, clutched their soccer balls and ran swiftly into the darkness of the street...

"Emergency situation! The fourth group is under attack! The fourth group is under attack!!"

......

Cato Street.

Nightlife remains vibrant and diverse.

The two temporary team members on duty diligently inspected each vehicle and kept an eye out for suspicious individuals on the road.

"Show your ID and open the trunk..."

Seeing the driver hand over his documents through the car window, he gestured to his companion to check the trunk.

Just then, a loud engine roared, and a motorcycle suddenly rushed out from around the corner.

Just as the two guards drew their guns to intercept, the person on the back of the motorcycle suddenly sat up and pulled a submachine gun from his open jacket.

Da...da...da...da...da

A cloud of blood burst from their chests, and they convulsed as they fell backward.

The crowd screamed and scattered, the motorcycle disappearing into the street leaving only a trail of exhaust fumes.

"Emergency! First team under attack! First team under attack!"

......

After two peaceful nights, Manizales began to stir...

Tonight, bloodshed and shooting seem to have become the main theme of this city once again.

The radio communications at the Cato branch were ringing with almost continuous reports of attacks.

"The first group was attacked..."

"The fourth group has been attacked..."

"third...."

"Fuck!"

Herrera's face turned ashen instantly. Fortunately, he didn't convulse from fright. He ran to the door as fast as he could, kicked the office door open, and roared.

"Notify us that the camp has been attacked. The damn Cato branch needs backup, quick!!! Everyone else, be on alert immediately."

The air seemed to freeze for two seconds.

"Calling for backup from the Third Battalion! Provisional troops under attack! Requesting backup!"

Bang... Ping... Bang...

Suddenly, the glass by the wall shattered, accompanied by the sound of metal hitting the ground.

"Fuck it, it's a grenade...!"

When Herrera saw what was rolling on the ground, he screamed and almost instinctively lunged behind the wall.

Thud... Thud... Thud...

The sound of the explosion echoed throughout the entire police station...

The dim night lightened up at that moment.