I was a general in South America

"The heroes of Manizales, their spirits will never be forgotten."

"Fire a gun!!"

"salute..!"

In Yerba Park lies the backbone of this city.

Lucas Bolívar Franco, with deepest respect!

In Colombia, if your blood is hot, you have to harden your heart...

All of their actions during this period were attempts to send a signal to the north.

It's like a startup team in a meeting room, presenting a beautifully designed PowerPoint presentation describing their future story.

Power that comes step by step is too slow; a tougher approach is needed to attract like-minded individuals hiding in the muddy waters.

In such a vast country, there will always be people who yearn to defend national justice.

In this corrupt country, perhaps they are right now in every corner, doing their best to resist the erosion of evil will.

Without these, there would be no heroes who would fight against overwhelming odds in despair.

Pablo Escobar will still sit on the throne built by drugs, looking down upon this land.

A single spark can start a prairie fire.

Lucas was determined to be that spark, a flame that could ignite the entire Colombian continent.

The funeral ended quickly.

The reporters came excitedly, hoping to capture a big story, but when they left, they were all expressionless, their eyes resolute as if they had made some kind of decision.

.......

"Javier Delgado...?"

Lucas sat in the chair with a slight frown, constantly rubbing the cigarette filter.

"Making up connections?...Even your mother's twisted dough sticks are full of affection."

Moreno just received a call from Lieutenant Javier Delgado's adjutant in the second team, who said that the rapid reaction force has been in service for quite some time and will be hosting a party at a manor in three days to strengthen their friendships, and invited Lucas to attend.

"Lucas, have you had dealings with him? Could there be some kind of conspiracy? If you're not comfortable showing up in person, I can take the liberty of refusing on your behalf."

Hearing his childhood friend's sarcastic reply, Moreno realized that this was no ordinary invitation.

Considering Lucas's safety, he still offered his advice.

After all, the elder brother still needs to maintain relations with the military and probably can't refuse. I don't have that burden; at worst, I can just pretend to teach him a lesson.

"That leech-like bastard from the rainforest, I knew what he was up to before he even finished uttering his fart. A matchmaking event? He's probably been paid to interfere with my plans."

Javier Delgado, from Caldas province, was a second lieutenant in the 5th Division of the Amazon region.

Lucas had contact with him during the closed training period, and he still vividly remembers the sycophantic and obsequious face of the man who betrayed his principles for personal gain.

I heard that this guy already had a very notorious reputation in his original unit, "Amazonian Leech"... Don't give him a chance, or he won't stop until he's sucked all the blood out of you.

The unspoken rule in the military is to protect drug traffickers, and few people actually participate in drug trafficking, but Javier Delgado seems to frequently "seize" drugs.

His "impressive" record, coupled with his waving of large sums of US dollars, led the selection committee to think, "If this kind of person isn't promoted, is there any justice left in Colombia?"

Although they are all related households, there are differences between them.

He wanted to be Colombia's "God," while Javier Delgado was purely in it for the money.

It seems that the Kitan Group has hooked up with this "Amazon leech" and wants him to fight against them within the military.

No wonder the Ainar brothers have remained silent about Juan Andrei the Hyena for so long.

So that's what they were waiting for...?

This made Lucas even more wary of the Enal brothers, who liked to play dirty tricks...!

"If what you're saying is true, then this party is a trap. Wouldn't it be very dangerous to agree to their request?"

pat...

Lucas deftly flicked the flint, took a deep drag, and exhaled the smoke: "Walking on the streets of Colombia isn't absolutely safe. I'd be even more excited if they dared to kill me on the spot."

If the Einar brothers wanted to resolve the issue this way, they wouldn't need to contact Havel at all.

Havel would never take this job; losing a newly appointed officer during this critical time would be too costly!

"Negotiation is good, I love negotiations the most. But in the next few days, let Herrera investigate Javier's whereabouts."

His greatest skill was influencing his enemies. After successfully negotiating, Wao Herrera was so impressed by him that he didn't even give face to his father-in-law for the sake of justice.

"receive."

.....

A soldier knocked lightly on the door, interrupting their conversation: "Sir, Mr. Costa has arrived."

"Bring him in."

Lucas and Moreno stopped their conversation, and a moment later... a familiar face appeared.

His hair was still slicked back and shiny, and he wore a floral shirt, suit pants, and sandals—the classic look of a South American businessman.

Hey bro...long time no see.

"Hi Moreno, I miss you too."

Moreno stood up, smiled, and hugged Costa, like good friends sharing their feelings of longing.

Costa was clearly in a very good mood. He released Costa's hand, smiled, and saluted: "Lieutenant, it's a pleasure to see you again."

However, his smile gradually froze, and Lucas stared at him with eyes like knives, showing no intention of speaking.

Thump...!

Laughing is awkward, not laughing is awkward, so I can only force a smile.

Did I do something wrong?

If your boss suddenly gives you a cold look, should you speak up? What should you do? It's urgent!

Just as Costa's heart was pounding, Lucas suddenly changed his expression and gave a slight smile: "Costa, you're still as easily amused as last time. Relax...we're friends, aren't we?"

"...Yes, Lucas, you're right, we're friends!"

If a boss who has to kill over a hundred people a week likes to tease you... should I refuse?

"Lieutenant, this is this month's bill." Costa picked up the black travel bag at his feet, placed it in front of Lucas, and opened it: "It's $50 in total. Everything you asked for is in the car."

Lucas didn't even glance into the bag, his smile widening. "Costa, we agreed on $30 a month, how did it become $50?"

"I heard about the lieutenant's operation in Manizales. The extra $200,000 came from several businessmen like me who didn't want to deal with drug dealers. They pooled their money together to thank you for cracking down on the drug dealers."

The other party seemed to have anticipated this problem and provided an explanation without much thought.

Lucas didn't ask any further questions, but instead inquired about something else: "How much do I want for these things?"

After recruiting temporary team members, he thought that applying to the military would be too slow, since asking the American imperialists for weapons would take time.

So they notified Costa to see if he had any connections to purchase a batch of weapons and ammunition. They didn't need to be top-of-the-line... just enough to outgun the police force.

I didn't expect the other party to be so fast!

This is getting more and more interesting!

"Take money? Lucas, you said we're friends, so consider this batch of weapons a gift."

"A gift? Well then, our friendship has deepened."

Lucas winked at Moreno, then continued.

"Are you aware of the attack on the police station?"