I was a general in South America

Sunrise

In the magical land of South America, as long as the sun shines on the earth, it seems that everything that happened at night does not exist.

Since there's no need to work 8 AM...

The Basel Commune... or rather the ruins of Basel, has become unusually lively.

Last night's gunfire and explosions almost lit up the night sky.

Those lucky survivors of the commune, along with the enthusiastic Manizales residents who had been eavesdropping all night, rushed to the scene with their tortillas to see what had happened the previous night.

If there were tourists here, they would probably think they had come to some popular tourist attraction.

"Have you heard? The police station was attacked yesterday by the Blood Hands... so the police retaliated in the settlement area. Tsk tsk... I wonder how many people died. The houses were all blown up like this. Let's go in and see if we can salvage some furniture."

"Shit, instead of believing the Manizales police have that kind of ability, you'd be better off believing I'm the President of Colombia and that the rapid reaction force got involved... It's too dangerous in the city lately. It's safer to sell some tortillas instead of helping them sell their goods for a while."

"Damn it, I really don't know what these people are trying to do. Isn't growing coca good? Growing corn only makes a few dollars. As long as you don't provoke Kitani, you'll be safe."

"Yes, yes, those who were killed should first think about why they offended them. That's why the rapid response team was able to kill so many. I think Lucas just wanted to take down Kitaya and then monopolize Manizales' cocaine business."

"Who in this world would turn down money? Drug prohibition... pshaw, that's just nice talk."

On the street where they gathered, a few familiar street thugs huddled together, sharing information. They usually made a living by delivering goods for gangsters and their cronies, and if they encountered a polite boss, he might even give them some cocaine.

If you accumulate "tips" and then sell them again, it can be a considerable income.

Perhaps because they were used to freedom of speech, they did not deliberately lower their voices. When they realized what was happening, they felt a dozen or so eyes staring at them.

Most of them were dressed in rags, each carrying pieces of wood and sheet metal they had just collected. One of them said to the street thugs, "Apologies! Drug dealers have taken over our homes, and Lieutenant Lucas is going to drive them away!"

"Your bullshit remarks are an insult to the great Lucas, and you must apologize!!"

The street urchin paused for a moment, then spat on the ground with disdain.

How could a group of poor farmers, who don't even own a decent piece of clothing, have learned to stand up for others?

He pulled a butterfly knife from behind his waist and twirled it a couple of times in the air: "What, you can't even grow corn properly, yet you want to be a champion of justice...? Want me to recommend a place for you to grow coca?"

"Hahaha, listen up, Lucas is just using the guise of drug prohibition to try and seize control of the cocaine business."

"What did you say? Cocaine is the culprit that destroyed our country, and Lucas is the one God sent to save us."

"Haha, if he's God's messenger, then I'm the savior."

"Don't you dare insult Lucas! Kill him...!"

The farmers at the very bottom of Manizales were suddenly enraged and glared angrily at the street thugs.

Manizales, from the lowest rung of society, somehow mustered the courage to raise a wooden plank in his hand: "I will not allow you to insult Lucas...!"

The street thug was clearly frightened, and the next second he was surrounded and attacked by the farmers. The short butterfly knife had no deterrent effect whatsoever.

"An apology, an apology to the great Lucas!!"

"Drugs banned in Manizales!"

one time...

Second...

Blood slowly flowed down the curb, and several street thugs collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

.......

A suburban manor.

The convoy, escorted by armed drug dealers, entered through the iron gate. Like a rabbit with three burrows... ever since the conflict with Lucas.

Alex Ennar would change his residence every day to avoid being caught off guard by any unexpected events.

The equipment needed for the gold mine has been smuggled into the mine, and the doctoral team guarantees that the first batch of gold can be successfully refined within three months at most.

Alex, who was in a great mood, was suddenly hit with terrible news... something terrible had happened again.

Drake, Joshua, and the others also looked very displeased and hurriedly got out of the car.

"Alex, who did this...?"

Drake felt ashamed of the attack on the police station, and his usual politeness was gone.

"The situation is far more serious than we imagined; this is not what we agreed on, Mr. Einar!"

After returning home last night, he thought about it for a long time, and the Beigu Group remained the most suspicious.

Although drug traffickers are rampant in Manizales, no one but the Enal family has the real power to do this.

There haven't been any reports of new forces rising in the underworld lately...

"I'm sorry, Drake, it wasn't me... The Chatan Group would never betray a friend."

The whole story had already reached Alex's ears. He felt somewhat wronged, but he also knew that Drake and the others' suspicions were not without reason, so he could only explain with a wry smile.

Damn it, don't let me find out who did it...

They vowed to execute the other party using the most cruel methods.

What he needs most right now is a stable situation, and the attack will undoubtedly draw everyone's attention to Kitaya.

Previously, he was the only one who falsely accused others; this was the first time Alex had experienced the feeling of having a bitter pill to swallow.

"Gentlemen, let's go inside and sit down to talk. I guarantee, with the honor of the Einar family, that this matter was absolutely not the work of Kitaya."

Hearing his words, the crowd outwardly agreed, but inwardly they were already cursing him.

The glory of the Ainar family?

You're some mud-legged bastard from the slums of Caldas province, your ancestors for three generations either grew sugarcane or corn.

You have a groove of glory.

The group sat down in the living room, where servants brought out drinks and food.

"Alex, Lucas has already made it clear that the daily crackdown will not stop until the culprit is found. If he continues like this, forget about doing business, even the Kitakura Group will be targeted."

Drake's words were extremely impolite; he was practically pointing his finger at Alex and demanding that he hand over the person immediately.

At this point, even Mayor Joshua, who usually doesn't like to express his opinions, spoke up in agreement: "Alex, before things get to the worst, Javier has already agreed to help us deal with Lucas. I think the basis of cooperation is mutual trust."

Besides him, who else is there? Stop pretending...!

"It really wasn't me, everyone, don't worry... I've already sent all my men to gather information, and if we find him, we'll arrest him immediately."

As soon as he finished speaking, seeing the still serious expressions on their faces, Alex felt a chill run down his spine...

Who the hell did this?!