I was a general in South America

Drake naturally didn't recognize the five officers.

He was just blaming Herrera with his eyes, wondering why she was suddenly helping Lucas.

But seeing the bandaged wound on his arm and the filthy state of the police, they could understand Herrera's actions.

They were almost killed; even the best-tempered person couldn't hold back.

"Chief Derek, it's time to deploy the operation. You can give the order that the rapid reaction force will launch the attack in fifteen minutes."

Lucas rudely ordered the old man to leave, and what followed might be a little bloody, as he was afraid of frightening him.

In Drake's mind, Lieutenant Lucas was already synonymous with mad dog.

At that moment, all I could think about was finding them and urging Havel to get back to work as soon as it was over.

He was afraid that if he stayed with Lucas for too long, he would really become an enemy of drug dealers.

Damn it, why am I the police chief...? This position is so unlucky!

After Drake left...

Lucas glanced at the five men and casually asked, "Who knows the way in? If you can lead someone to find ten drug dealers, I'll let you go."

Ten lives for one life is fair!

He never considered investigating who organized tonight's attack.

If killing fifty tonight isn't enough, then we'll kill another fifty tomorrow. As long as we kill enough, these gangs will voluntarily assume their due social responsibilities.

In a sense, this can be considered a lesson in social responsibility for the Manizales gangs.

They left after finding ten drug dealers...

The five men grew increasingly panicked, their throats bobbing as they forcibly suppressed their fear. One of them spoke first, pleading, "Lieutenant Lucas, I just used to live here. I'm a cop, I really didn't know about drugs..."

Bang....

Lucas, not wanting to hear him finish speaking, pulled out the pistol from his waist, pointed it at his head, and pulled the trigger.

Let's explain in the next life...!

The officer's head was thrown back by the impact of the bullet, and he fell straight to the ground.

Seeing their companion's skull being ripped open, the four of them felt their legs go weak and tried to look away from the black hole on their foreheads, but they couldn't seem to turn their necks...!

At this moment, Herrera, who was standing next to him, spoke up: "Wigan, a member of the Wild Wolves gang, joined the police force after being released from prison for murder. He provided information to drug dealers in the Basel Commune."

Upon hearing this, the remaining four people knelt down almost simultaneously.

I'm not the only one in the police force with two red badges; why are they targeting us specifically?

They want to fight back too. Look around... If they start a fight, they'll gain at least ten pounds.

Lucas was also very satisfied with Lei's performance today, which fully demonstrated his self-worth. From a junior police officer to climbing into the chief's daughter's bed, he had a comprehensive and thorough understanding of the police force.

The muzzle shifted five centimeters to the left...

The incredible micro-management skills were so impressive that one of them was so amazed that he knelt down on the spot.

"1"

The cold, hard numbers were spat out.

"Lieutenant, I..."

Bang.....

The muzzle deflected another five centimeters.

Lucas's voice rang in their ears once more, like a whisper from the devil.

"Points are being accumulated. Now each of you needs to find 16 drug dealers."

After saying that, a slightly neurotic smile suddenly appeared on his face, and he continued.

"It seems we're still short two. I'll help you out so you can calculate it more easily."

Bang.....

Another head has had its skull flipped off.

Suddenly, a pale yellow liquid with a slight odor instantly soaked the ground around my legs.

"25 per person, just right!"

After fully realizing that even professional police officers dealing with criminals need to shoulder responsibilities, the remaining two agreed to lead the way with tears in their eyes.

I knew it...

Drug dealers can be kind-hearted too.

"Moreno, prepare to move."

"receive."

......

It was 2:30 a.m.

Two Humvees, each topped with an M249 squad automatic weapon, drove into the entrance of the Basel Commune, surrounded by soldiers advancing.

For Manizales, this could be considered a "tank-infantry combined arms" operation.

What?

You say this isn't a cannon.

For the tin sheets, wooden planks, and plastic bags in the slums, one burst of bullets is enough to kill the people inside three times over.

If that doesn't work, then add a high-explosive RPG.

Colombia often experiences mandatory power outages at night, and even the capital, Bogotá, cannot guarantee 24-hour power supply.

The streets were pitch black, with no one in sight, except for the occasional faint light from a house.

Two excellent police officers led the way, each holding a military flashlight.

After marching for about 20 minutes, the main force arrived at a high point, led by the bloodhounds.

Below the 20-meter-high slope, a cluster of buildings sits on a flat plot of land.

"This is the hideout of the Basel drug traffickers...they have everything."

Unlike the pitch-black environment along the way, looking down from this vantage point, one can see dim yellow lights shining from the houses below, and faint figures moving about on the street.

That's right...

You can smell cocaine even on the wind....

Moreno was certain that the settlement was just below.

In most urban communes in Colombia, there are similar places, which are like small communities with brothels, bars, casinos, and shops that sell cocaine.

"Report, target located."

"action."

Lucas's command came through the earpiece.

After attaching his night-vision goggles, Moreno solemnly whispered to the soldiers behind him, "Prepare for action! Strike the target twenty meters ahead. For our fallen brothers, for Lucas...!"

Three drug dealers on patrol were squatting by the roadside smoking, looking bored.

Suddenly, a sharp sound rang out, and they instinctively looked up to find the source of the sound.

In the distance, a flash of light appeared in the darkness, and almost simultaneously, five objects, like trailing comets, streaked across the sky overhead.

sui~

Who the hell set off fireworks....

Thump... thump... thump.

The shockwave from the explosion knocked the three people over, but fortunately a rocket hit the house behind them.

A burst of fire rose, and debris from the blast hit his head.

Triple kill...!

Next time you keep watch, don't stand too close to the house.

Screams mingled with roars in Barcelona at midnight.

Even the most brainless drug dealer would know they were under attack without being notified.

Many people, armed with guns, rushed out of the house in an attempt to find the enemy...!

"Who the hell is it...?!"

"Don't fire, we're on the same side... Be on guard, be on guard."

sui~

Fireworks of the same brand again.

Before the drug dealers could even distinguish friend from foe, dirt flew up from just a few meters away.

Bloody pieces of flesh, along with remnants of human tissue, soaked them like rain.

A faint smell of barbecue...?

There were also brothers engulfed in flames, howling and rolling on the ground trying to extinguish the fire, but they were exhausted after only a few rolls and lay there motionless.

When poor, use tactical infiltration; when rich, use overwhelming firepower...

The rapid reaction force may lack other things, but it has plenty of ammunition.

Seeing that the artillery barrage was almost over, Moreno roared.

"attack....!"