I was a general in South America

Chapter 20: I'm asking you to take a taxi, not to shoot.

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Under the cover of night, the most dazzling fireworks burst forth.

The value of those five rockets is enough to rebuild a better house.

This two-story house is worth it in my life...!

A series of loud bangs...

The second-floor window was instantly blown open, and along with the rubble, a complete arm flew out.

Moreno led the cleanup of the battlefield...

Three people were injured. Was he feeling terrible at that moment...? Even in indoor combat, calling in the most elite special forces couldn't guarantee that no one would get hurt.

However, despite having a clear advantage, an unexpected incident still occurred.

So he was furious... and he was determined to finish him off!

The thin walls had long been unable to withstand the humiliation, and the entire second floor had collapsed. Strictly speaking, Moreno was searching for bodies and survivors in the rubble of the building.

Occasionally, a hand, half a bloodied and mangled head, or half a sausage would peek out from the cracks in the ruins.

Moreno was walking carefully when suddenly a hand landed on the top of his military boot.

Looking down, a burned face appeared, with no discernible features such as a nose, eyes, or mouth. The lower body, in particular, looked as if it had been cut in half at the waist, along the upper thigh.

Are there really any still alive...?

Damn... why aren't they all alive?

Moreno, who had intended to vent his anger, became even angrier upon seeing the half-dead state of the creature.

Even on his deathbed, he couldn't make any contribution...!

But, since we're already here...

He still pulled out the gun from his waist and treated the drug dealer to an extra late-night snack.

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

The drug dealers who could still fight back are now completely unable to do anything.

"Lucas, mission complete...!"

......

Intersection of the Basel Commune.

Moreno, having cleared the battlefield, returned successfully with the mission items.

The rapid reaction force soldiers searched for half an hour before they could barely gather fifty drug dealers who still retained human features.

Moreno knew...

If we say fifty bodies, then we mean fifty bodies; if even one is missing, the operation will be considered a failure.

Most of the officers around looked rather grim; many had never witnessed an incident at the police station and their impressions were limited to what they saw in newspapers and on television.

If watching from behind a screen evokes more shock and surprise, then witnessing it up close in person can be terrifying.

A freshly produced, bloody, rotting corpse performance...

Especially when recalling the violent explosion and the firelight that lit up the night sky during the operation.

Looking at the corpses scattered all over the ground was enough to conjure up a battle scene in my mind.

The look in their eyes as they looked at Lucas and the rapid reaction force carried a hint of fear.

Drake felt the same way; after seeing it last time, he felt that nothing else mattered.

This time, an idea popped into my head.

It seems like a foolish decision for me to join forces with the Kitatani Group to deal with Lucas...!

Should we try negotiating...?

He was startled by the sudden thought, glanced at Lucas in front of him, shook his head, and cleared his mind.

I feel like saying it would make me die even faster...!

This isn't a crackdown on drug dealers anymore, it's a massacre.

Lucas and the rapid reaction force's modus operandi were also deeply ingrained in the Manizales police force through this operation.

Brutality and bloodshed...!

"Lieutenant Lucas, now that the operation is over, the police force will withdraw."

Drake knew there were many corrupt officers in the police force—or rather, a very few good ones—and hoped they would disband quickly so everyone could go home and let him know.

Don't fucking mess with this lunatic anymore.

After he finished speaking, he waved to signal the police officers that they could leave, but to his surprise, everyone remained standing in the same spot.

"The operation is over for today, but we'll still need Chief Drake's continued cooperation tomorrow." Looking at the police chief's bewildered expression, Lucas stomped out the cigarette he had just thrown away. "We've gathered fifty men today. If we haven't found out who launched the attack by tomorrow, the mission will continue."

Stunned...

Not only Drake, but everyone else was stunned.

They even want to kill me...?

Lucas spoke loudly, intending to make sure the corrupt police officers present could hear him.

It's difficult to investigate who organized tonight's attack, but the Kitatani Group is the prime suspect. However, they also bombed the police station.

If it really was a retaliatory action by the Kitan Group, then Herrera's existence would be indispensable.

It looks like something, yet it doesn't; it's hard to tell at a moment.

By using these corrupt cops, the winds are being spread along Manizales Road, and gangs that are not powerful enough will naturally have to think twice about whether they can withstand his retaliation.

Rats have their own ways; gangsters are more effective at poaching people than blind investigations.

Of course, it doesn't matter if there's no intelligence; killing drug dealers is a pleasant thing in itself.

Originally intending to slowly boil the frog in lukewarm water, today's attack provided an excuse to use more radical methods to shrink the living space of drug trafficking organizations.

Gangs are inherently rife with betrayal; if the Manizales drug traffickers could be of one mind...

That's wonderful...

Lucas may not have much else, but he has plenty of firepower.

As long as it's not a group of one or two hundred drug traffickers carrying heavy firepower all at once.

The outcome of the battle should be as expected.

"Whenever we receive intelligence about the attackers, when will the operation cease? Thank you for your hard work, Chief Drake."

I'm so angry but I can't vent it!

Watching Lucas pat his shoulder while saying thank you in a threatening tone.

Drake was furious, but also incredibly frustrated...

Lacking the courage to retort, he could only offer an awkward, fake smile and say righteously, "The police station is also extremely angry about what happened tonight. After all, the Cato Precinct was also attacked, and tracking down the culprit is the police station's job."

"Compared to Lieutenant Lucas's efforts, our mission is much simpler. I will do my best to cooperate."

Drake practically ground his teeth to powder when he uttered the last few words.

After the police left, only the rapid response team and two bloodhounds remained at the scene.

Watching the director and his colleagues get into the car, the hound wanted to cry and beg them to take it with them.

His body, however, remained firmly rooted to the spot, and he could only wear a mournful expression and ask cautiously, "Lieutenant Lucas, I've done everything you asked. I want to go home too."

"Lieutenant, we can continue to help guide you tomorrow. I know Manizales very well."

"Don't worry, you'll be able to go home right away."

Lucas smiled and agreed to their request. Now that he had fulfilled the demand of ten lives for one life, he had to keep his word.

Honesty and integrity are his motto!

"Herrera, you're in charge of taking them home."

Hearing this, the two were deeply moved and thanked him profusely.

"Thank you, Lieutenant!"

"Thank you, Lieutenant. I will pray to God to bless you..."

Lucas turned and walked past Herrera, gently patting her on the shoulder, his eyes fixed on Herrera, whose face showed some struggle.

Fortunately, it didn't disappoint...

In just ten seconds, Herrera drew his pistol.

Bang... Bang... Bang... Bang...