I was a general in South America

When Ashel got a clear look at Lucas at the camp, he began to suspect that the man was neither an American bodyguard nor a mercenary hired by the Americans.

The entire force was equipped with American weapons; mercenaries in Colombia couldn't get such good equipment, especially with the addition of captured American soldiers.

After piecing together the clues, Asher realized that the escaped American was no ordinary person, and the identities of Lucas and his group were becoming increasingly clear.

Colombian government forces...!

That's why he used the white trade to test the other party. Many people in the Colombian army colluded with anti-government forces, usually exchanging goods for money.

If you see news reports about a certain military unit seizing a certain amount of cocaine in a certain location.

It is highly likely that the two parties have completed the transaction.

After all, there are countless guerrilla groups in Colombia, including the Revolutionary Armed Forces of Colombia (FARC), the M-19 movement, the National Resistance Army (ELN), the People's Resistance Army (EPL), and the Communist Party of Colombia and the Patriotic Union, which gained political rights in the previous two years.

These are just a few well-known left-wing organizations, not to mention the right-wing military organizations and small guerrilla groups that have turned to banditry.

A political climate of utter chaos, drug trafficking, CIA activity, and armed separatist organizations that resemble a multinational conflict.

In Colombia, it's common for people to exploit each other, including both sides.

Ashleigh's bottom line is not to do business with people who are addicted to drugs, because once you get involved with this stuff, even the most basic humanity will gradually be extinguished, and there is no way to guarantee the safety of the transaction.

It was this persistence that led me to the Kakao Valley Forest.

Lucas's performance just now didn't seem like acting, and Ashleigh thought that Lucas was the same kind of person as him.

"Lucas, how much supplies can you provide for the Americans...? Can you guarantee that if we release them, we won't be surrounded by the army before the rainy season...?"

"I can provide as many supplies as you have. You have no choice but to trust me."

They tacitly refrained from revealing their identities, since Lucas's government forces were in a hostile relationship, and it was best not to let their subordinates know too much about such clandestine transactions.

However, Lucas also became curious about Asher, whose troops displayed a fighting quality that seemed unlike a makeshift band of outlaws.

Unfortunately, the entire temporary camp only had thirty or forty people.

They are capable, few in number, and dislike doing business with drug dealers or drug-addicted military personnel.

Even God would laugh like a pig if he heard this.

The Colombian anti-government forces today don't get involved in drugs, just like prostitutes on the street don't take clients...

If you have nothing to offer, what are you doing out here working...?

When it comes to war, money is the deciding factor.

They might have been able to uphold certain beliefs in the past, but as the civil war continued, whether to prolong the war or to survive, these anti-government armed groups have gradually changed.

People like Asher González are intriguing not only because of their experiences.

Ashleigh understood Lucas's words. He wasn't afraid of the American "sky troops," but rather that if there were any military action against them, there wouldn't be enough time to prepare supplies.

"Our unit has a total of 178 men. If you can prepare enough living and medical supplies, fifty guns, and 5 rounds of ammunition, I can hand over the Americans to you."

He didn't ask for an exorbitant amount; he started with $400 million, which was practically begging for money from God.

Firstly, I admire Lucas's expression of a desire for a long-term collaboration; secondly, I'm unsure just how much influence he actually has.

The military is now at its wits' end, and they've finally found a suitable partner, but they're afraid of being ripped off all at once.

What a tragedy...!

Upon hearing the offer, Lucas couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Fifty guns, fifty thousand rounds of ammunition...

With an average of less than 280 bullets per person, the Americans next door might think we couldn't afford bullets.

"If you kill those Americans, I'll provide you with enough supplies for 400 people to get through the rainy season, 100 guns, and 100,000 rounds of ammunition."

".......?"

Did I hear that right...?

Aren't you here to redeem them...?

Has Colombia gone to war with the United States after not sending anyone out for just over a month?

Ashleigh looked at Lucas in surprise, wanting to confirm it again by looking at his face.

Blake and his men had to die. Their relationship was what it was. When Lucas led his men to retreat during the jungle battle, he practically sold them out to gain the opportunity to escape.

Given the American mentality, even if they were redeemed alive, they wouldn't be grateful.

The dead are the most honest. Now Hoffman is there to clean up the mess, even if Black's influence on him is only 1%.

It was impossible for him to leave the Kakao Valley forest alive.

"You have a grudge against each other...?"

"I don't like Americans, so why...don't you dare to make a move?"

"Come with me."

Ashel didn't say anything, but instead led Lucas and Moreno to the innermost shed.

Three naked white pigs huddled together in a corner, trying to keep warm, while Blake's red underwear stood out conspicuously.

Perhaps hearing footsteps, Blake, who was tied up, suddenly opened his eyes. After seeing who it was, he didn't care that his mouth was gagged.

Its body kept struggling, and it made a whimpering sound.

"Lucas, save me...take me away from here...!"

"Are you sure you want to do this? You can't guarantee you can keep your promise."

Ashleigh asked again, saying that killing Americans wasn't unheard of, and he didn't mind taking the blame for the supplies. His concern was that Lucas wouldn't keep his promise after he did it.

After all, the other party came out of the mountains and denied the debt, and with only a few people at his disposal, there was no way to demand payment by force.

He trusted Lucas more, but he couldn't use the survival of the rest of the troops as a bargaining chip.

Waaah...waaah...waaah...

Blake perhaps understood their exchange, shaking his head and sobbing like a noisy little bird.

Pleading, fear, terror—various emotions flashed across his eyes, before finally settling on Lucas with venomous glare.

Perhaps sensing malice, Blake kept curling up in the corner.

Lucas walked up to him, knelt down, secured his head, and gently patted his face.

"Isn't it good to be alive?"

Waaah...waaah...waaah...waaah

He tried to struggle, but his chin was being held down and he couldn't move.

"I still prefer the look in your eyes when we first met. Take a moment to recover, and I'll take you away."

Waaah...waaah...waaah...waaah

"So Americans have soft bones too...?"

Lucas shook his head and loosened his grip, but Blake pounced on him like a dog, his hands tied behind his back, and could only rub his head against his calves, begging for mercy.

Unfortunately, he is not God and cannot fulfill his request.

The only way is to talk to God in person.

bang... bang... bang...

Ashleigh hadn't expected Lucas to fire so decisively. Blood stained the dry grass on the ground. While he was still in a daze, he heard Lucas's voice in his ear.

"It's up to you. Remember to finish off the one in red underwear with two shots, then we can have a proper business talk."