I was a general in South America

"Wow, this is the real Manizales."

At a farm warehouse in the suburbs, Ronan Einar stood on the roof of a car, shouting excitedly as he pulled a small white bag from his black handbag and began to scatter it as he yelled.

"Enjoy tonight! You are the true warriors of this city. Let us wipe out those green-clad bastards. They are the ones who destroyed our home."

A group of drug dealers, clearly high on their nerves, brandished their guns and frantically snatched the falling white bags.

Alex, did you see that...?

This is exactly what a corporation should be doing.

After arguing with his brother that day, Ronan Einar felt he had done nothing wrong.

He ordered Andrei to cause trouble for Lucas because that damned bastard Cali rejected the Kitan Group's goodwill.

Everything was done to restore the lost glory of the Ainar family.

But his brother, Alex Ennar, lost his belief in an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth...!

How can the Chatan Group, now stripped of its fangs, catch up with Pablo's Medellín...?

Those in the underworld would only laugh at the Enar brothers for being terrified by a bastard from Cali!

After leaving the manor, Ronan decided to reclaim the lost dignity of the North Valley Group in his own way.

Just wait, when he reclaims the glory that belongs to the family, Alex will no longer have the right to speak accusations.

Manizales, with enough money, could overwhelm anyone with sheer numbers; those damned rapid reaction forces.

This city is now infested with cowardly rats.

I didn't need a day, not three days, just two days... Their so-called rapid reaction force is like a sheep with no fighting ability.

That bastard is probably still wondering who did all this...!

Lucas, you little bastard, tonight is just an appetizer... nothing more.

Ronan's smile grew increasingly manic. He jumped off the roof of the car, snatched the submachine gun from his henchman, looked at the white bags scattered on the ground, and suddenly pulled the trigger on the roof.

Da...da...da

......

Director Leon Drake was naturally pulled out of bed by Herrera from the bed of a mother-in-law he had never met.

Clearly, Lucas's well-intentioned threats were unnecessary this time. Drake, as the director, was terrified and furious after hearing the news of the bombing of the branch office.

Especially when I heard that Herrera was also on duty at the branch office at the time, I almost turned into a piece of braised popcorn.

They immediately mobilized the entire city's police force and began cooperating with the rapid response force to block all entrances and exits of the Basel Commune.

I don't know how many times I cursed the attackers in my heart, but unfortunately God doesn't swear and can't receive such prayers.

Damn it, they just got on board with Javier, enough to speedrun Lucas without taking any damage.

Which brainless bastard went too far and gave Lucas the opportunity to go crazy at this critical moment?

Alex had already warned the Manizales gang not to provoke them for the time being.

Leon Drake's anger wasn't just due to these things, but because the attackers had crossed the line...!

If he dares to bomb the police station tonight, will he dare to bomb the chief's house tomorrow?

The perpetrators must be found and brought to justice!

At the intersection of Basel Commune Street, two police cars were parked side by side in the middle of the road as roadblocks, with the remaining Willys Jeeps parked behind them, forming a layered obstacle course.

Police officers in Manizales took cover behind the car and were firing.

"Waa, do you have any clue who launched the attack?"

Drake arrived at the street corner thirty meters from the intersection and asked Herrera, who had just gotten off the vehicle with the rapid response team, about it.

The son-in-law seemed to still be in shock from the attack, shaking his head with a cold face and not answering.

He could only turn his gaze to Lucas, who was walking towards him.

No, tonight's attack should have damaged the prestige the rapid reaction force had just built up, so why doesn't he show any anger on his face... instead...

Feeling a little excited...?

"Chief Drake, is the intersection properly blocked off...?"

Lucas still had a smile on his face and even politely extended his hand.

Is this right, family...?

Drake had actually mentally prepared himself to face a mad dog-like lieutenant, but the situation was completely different from what he had imagined; something was very, very wrong.

She glanced at her son-in-law, but received no useful hints, so she could only politely extend her hand to shake his.

"Lieutenant Lucas, both intersections in the Basena Commune have been blocked off. The police station will fully cooperate with your operation tonight. Where is the target suspect?"

"Everyone is a target."

Lucas's casual words froze Drake's polite smile. Every word was in Spanish, but he couldn't quite understand them when put together.

"The operation does not require the police to enter the commune; they are only responsible for intercepting those who are trying to escape."

He had learned about the current situation of the Basel Commune from Herrera.

This entire commune used to be the drug manufacturing plant of North Valley. After several anti-drug operations, mainly by anti-government guerrillas who came to exploit it, they followed Pablo's example and moved the factory deep into the rainforest where it was difficult to find.

In Colombia, the workers in drug manufacturing plants are mostly ordinary people trying to make a living; it's rare to find drug dealers working there.

So after the factory moved away, the Basel Commune became the hottest drug trafficking center in Manizales.

"Then let me ask you... Lieutenant Lucas, does the fact that everyone is a target mean the upcoming operation will be an indiscriminate attack?"

Drake tried to understand the meaning of all the targets, and when he saw the recognition of his intelligence in the other party's eyes, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

I know..!

There must be a reason why people wear thermal underwear over cotton pants...!

"You're crazy! Lucas is a madman! I'm going to call the mayor!"

"What about the residents of the commune? Lieutenant Lucas, perhaps I can investigate the attack first..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lucas raised his hand to interrupt him.

"Tonight's operation is revenge. I sacrificed five soldiers. Once I've killed fifty drug dealers, it will be over."

accidental injury?

Lucas didn't care.

The only person who can live with a drug dealer is a drug dealer...!

"Rapid reaction force operations don't require investigation; those who die by gunfire are all drug dealers."

Drake habitually pulled out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat, feeling that he was running out of handkerchiefs.

Get your brain working faster!

He didn't want to be in the newspapers along with Lucas's actions!

"Lieutenant Lucas, the terrain of the Basena Commune is complex. To avoid casualties among our troops, I suggest we proceed during the day."

But no sooner had the words left his mouth than...

Lucas glanced at Herrera, who nodded firmly and walked toward the police deployment area.

Not long after, Herrera led five police officers to Lucas.

"Lieutenant, they all live in the Basena neighborhood, and they can guide the troops later."

The police officers, who had initially thought that coming along would be beneficial, turned pale instantly upon hearing Herrera's words.