I was a general in South America

Colombia at night is like a charming woman lifting her veil.

A girl wearing 10-centimeter sky-high heels giggles by the roadside, waiting for a chance encounter driven by desire.

If you happen to make eye contact with her...

She would stick out her hot pants, revealing half of her buttocks, and shake them constantly to skillfully demonstrate her professional skills.

$20 a shot.

But Wao Herrera shoved away the flesh and bone that was pressing against him: "Get away."

The girls soliciting customers at the entrance of Hasana Nightclub smiled seductively and tugged at her tube top. Only after the other person's back disappeared did she curse and raise her middle finger.

Ignoring the sexy figures swaying on the dance floor, Herrera walked up to a thug with a serious expression and demanded, "Where is Andrei?"

Clearly, the other party recognized Herrera and, instead of showing displeasure at the unfriendly tone, replied with a slightly ingratiating tone, "Director Herrera, the boss is behind us. I'll take you there."

As the two passed through the dance hall and parted the curtain to reveal a passageway, four or five dangerous gazes immediately fell upon them.

Several thugs with their hands inside their shirts lowered their guard after recognizing who was approaching.

Before the thugs could speak, he walked straight into the passage and pushed open the half-closed iron door.

"Andrei, where are my men?"

Herrera looked at the man in camouflage sitting on the sofa. His voice wasn't loud, but anyone could hear the anger hidden in his words.

Juan André, commander of the North Valley Gunners, served in the Guatemalan Qabil Special Forces and was nicknamed "Hyena".

Even Herrera, far away in Manizales, knew that this infamous special forces unit's favorite pastime was the slaughter of civilians.

There are no wrong nicknames, only wrong names.

As his name suggests, Andrei was asked by Kitatani to deal with one of his rivals as a gift before Herrera became the branch chief.

The scene still makes me nauseous to think about it; all seven corpses present had their internal organs removed.

A Guatemalan who can become a key figure in a drug cartel in Colombia can only be even more ruthless.

Even when facing the Ainar brothers, the leaders of North Valley, Herrera now felt somewhat confident, but he was still a little intimidated when facing Andrei.

Frustrating...!

Manizales is not a big city, but the police precinct chief is still a figure of considerable influence.

During the day, Lucas held a gun to his head and humiliated him severely.

I had just gotten home from get off work that evening when I was informed that two of my underlings had been taken away by Kitani.

But he didn't dare to provoke this mad dog too much.

I feel even more frustrated...!

Seeing that Andrei did not speak and was still eating with his head down.

Damn it... I'm your boss's honored guest now, not some patrol officer anymore!

But when I think about the tragic situation my colleague's family is in...

Herrera took a deep breath and raised her voice slightly: "Hyena, did Enar tell you to treat your partner like this?"

Andrei, who was cutting food with a knife and fork, stopped what he was doing.

He looked up and his deep bronze face was covered with uneven sunspots, his entire face resembling the surface of the moon, covered with tiny scars.

Those cold, empty eyes stared at Herrera for a few seconds, then he forked up the food he had just sliced ​​and put it in his mouth.

Blood, like juice, stained his parched lips bright red.

After finishing his meal, Andrei licked the residue from the corners of his mouth, still wanting more: "Have a piece, and I'll tell you where they are."

Faced with the mad dog's neurotic demands, Herrera could only suppress his temper and walk over.

After all, this madman is unreasonable...!

When Herrera got closer to the table and saw what was on his plate, his face turned deathly pale, and he vomited violently, almost throwing up his dinner.

A bright red heart, blood seeping continuously from its cut surface.

This reminded Herrera of the tragedy, and he quickly covered his mouth and took two steps back.

The sight of him forcing himself to swallow made even the trained gunman burst out laughing.

"This is just a cow's heart. Is Herrera still this cowardly even after becoming the director?" Andrei's eyes were full of mockery as he snapped his fingers at his subordinate.

Two Kitakani gunmen jokingly drew back the curtains and whistled at Herrera, who had just finished dinner.

Hearing the sound, Herrera looked up and his eyes widened in anger, which instantly overwhelmed all physical discomfort.

Louis and Griffith were separated and hung on the roof, each with a person tightly bound to their chest.

Body to body, face to face.

With their mouths gagged, the two women made whimpering cries for help.

Herrera recognized the bound men as the two North Valley gunmen who had been executed by Lucas.

"Hyena, is this Ainar's order? Or do you fucking dare to touch my people?"

He strode to the table and stared intently at the infamous Commander Kitaya, his earlier timid demeanor completely gone.

"If I find out you made this decision without my consent, I promise I'll keep a close eye on your people."

From patrol officer to branch chief, he knew he couldn't take anyone away today.

After tomorrow, years of hard work will vanish into thin air.

Manizales has no place for the weak!

You can show weakness, but you cannot be weak.

This is not about power, but about survival.

"Wow...wow...wow, the little wolfhound who used to vomit at the sight of a corpse has grown up."

Andrei let out a grating laugh, like a saw cutting wood, and suddenly raised the knife in his hand, plunging it viciously into his still-bleeding heart.

"How dare you bare your teeth at your master!!"

Blood stained the hand that held the knife.

Herrera felt the moisture on the tip of his nose and retorted sharply, "The rapid reaction force is not a paper tiger, you idiot whose mind is filled with nothing but bullets!"

Stop with your bluffing tricks, hyena... My boss's orders are not to get into conflict with them. I've already done my best to plant a gunman for you today.

"Every wrong has its perpetrator, and every debt has its debtor. The person who killed your men was... Lucas Bolivar Franco!"

"Herrera! You betrayed them!" Andrei, as if enraged, drew his pistol and pressed it against Herrera's forehead. "After I kill you, I'll go find him myself... and cut it off..."

.....

Thud...!

"Looking for...are you looking for me?"

The warehouse's iron door was violently kicked open. Before the gunmen from Kitani could even draw their weapons, several armed soldiers rushed in and lined up on both sides, assuming firing positions.

I could feel the scent of 5.56 bullets emanating from the barrel of the gun...

The notorious Kitaya gunmen of Manizales all consciously kept their hands in a visible, non-threatening position.

Everyone's been killing people for ages, nobody wants to cosplay as a beehive.

The two, who had just been glaring at each other, now saw questions in each other's eyes.

You're still calling for backup...?

It wasn't me who shook the person...!

Both of them looked towards the door at the same time...

Andrei caught a glimpse of Herrera out of the corner of his eye, who had been so deflated just moments before.

Nothing more than a familiar figure slowly walked in from the doorway.

Everyone in the warehouse seemed to be suddenly silenced, with only the echo of military boots pounding on the ground, as if striking their hearts.

Andrei's grip on the gun tightened instinctively.

The commander of Kitakaya also realized who the newcomer was, someone who could feast even at the edge of a corpse-dumping pit.

Seeing such a scene, and remembering what he hadn't finished saying, he started sweating.

He secretly considered the possibility of killing the opponent and then escaping.

pistol...

It seems the advantage... isn't mine.