I was a general in South America

Arrogant!

That damned bastard, how can he be so arrogant!

Those sons of bitches from Cali, they've disgraced the Colombian military.

Javier's brow furrowed ten times per second as he suppressed his inner rage.

The plan was not to pretend to be polite to each other, but to wait until they were in the room and then use both soft and hard tactics to force Lucas to back down.

Almost everyone else present was a prominent figure in Manizales.

Little did anyone know that Lucas would be so unruly; this wasn't just showing off, it was completely disregarding Javier.

Drake, Ennar, and others have once again refreshed their understanding of Lucas.

Unless they are truly mortal enemies who have broken off all ties, even among drug dealers, no one is as arrogant and unscrupulous as Lucas.

It would be understandable if Javier were just an ordinary person, but the other party's identity was the same as Lucas's, and he had even been in the military for longer than Lucas.

A complete madman...!

A thought involuntarily popped into everyone's mind: Is it really worth it to go against this?

Javier's eyes were bloodshot, and the smoke slowly dissipated... his gaze was filled with a hatred that seemed to want to tear Lucas to pieces.

"I sincerely invite you to negotiate, Lucas... Don't push your luck! Do you really think I wouldn't dare to touch you?"

To prevent any accidents, their men, though not entering the hall, had already laid an ambush around the area.

They'll smash a cup as a signal, and at a single command they'll rush in.

If it weren't for Lucas's status, he would already be dead. Javier bought this position to make money, but he had already made up his mind that after forcing Lucas to compromise today, he would definitely find an opportunity to teach him a lesson in private.

"negotiation?"

Lucas pointed at Alex Ennar standing behind him, a disdainful smile playing on his lips, and suddenly grabbed Javier's long hair and dragged him forward.

Because he was already much shorter than Lucas, and then he was ambushed...!

He struggled and was pinned down on the long table where the food was laid out by Lucas. The others, realizing what was happening, tried to stop him, but seeing the raised gun barrels of the surrounding soldiers, they decided against it.

Faced with Lucas's sudden attack, Drake and the others could only curse inwardly and quickly signaled their men to notify the soldiers outside to come in.

"Lucas, I'm going to kill you! I'll definitely kill you...!"

"I'm going to report you to a military court! My boss is General Haior, I guarantee you're dead... You damn bastard, I'll make sure you lose everything."

The suppressed Javier roared madly at Lucas, all his reason had collapsed at this moment, and he had only one thought: he had to kill Lucas!

"General Haior?"

Lucas reached out and took the microphone Moreno handed him, then slammed it hard on the back of Javier's head.

Bang! The speaker emitted a piercing sound...

"Luca..."

"Who the hell do you think you are, trying to negotiate with me?"

Bang...

His outburst was swallowed back into the microphone. Lucas didn't care what Javier was saying and just kept spitting out his words.

"Damn it, they called me here to negotiate with drug dealers?"

Bang...

"What the hell makes you think you're some kind of high-ranking lieutenant, just like me?"

Bang!

"Fuck you, are you still going to act as a middleman? Speak up!"

After several heavy blows, Javier's eyes became much clearer, and the white diamond-encrusted microphone was stained red with blood.

"Don't... hit... don't..."

"stop...!"

Just as Javier was about to beg for mercy, he could sense that Lucas was different from everyone else.

That bastard, he went for the kill!

Unexpectedly, his adjutant led soldiers in to rescue him. Despite the excruciating pain, Havel turned his head and saw the newcomers, a glimmer of hope igniting in his eyes.

Javier's soldiers, led by his adjutant, stormed into the hall and pointed their guns at Lucas, who was committing violence.

Bang...

I'm already here, why the hell are you still hitting me?!

Lucas slammed the microphone into Javier's head and looked up at the group of soldiers.

I must say, the microphone from the drug dealer's house feels amazing...!

"Lucas, how about we talk to...?"

Blood blurred his vision, and Havel spoke weakly.

"Release the officer, or we'll open fire!"

Bang...

"Shoot!"

Bang...

"The person who called for you to open fire!!"

Lucas seemed to completely disregard Javier's men, and started smashing the microphone again.

Shut the hell up, or I'll get smashed to death!

"Damn it, even if I gave you a chance, you still wouldn't have been able to use it."

"Tell me, are you still working with drug dealers?"

"To tell or not to tell...?"

"Will you tell me or not...?"

"I...I said..." Javier was a tough guy; he hadn't screamed despite taking so many blows, but now he lay weakly under the table: "I...I promise...I won't...cooperate with them anymore."

The ruthless fear the stubborn, and the reckless fear the reckless.

Javier was a little scared. Lucas's aura was too frightening. He had wanted his adjutant to shoot earlier, but he still didn't dare to risk his life like this madman.

On the surface, they were indeed convinced by the smashed item, but their resentment remained buried deep inside.

Lucas grabbed Javier's head, forcing him to look straight ahead. Blood streamed down his forehead as Javier, head tilted back, gasped for breath.

Suddenly, Lucas dropped the microphone, pulled out a gun from his waist, and lightly tapped the muzzle against Javier's face: "Your men, they dare to point a gun at me."

"Let's play a game. I'll point to someone...you shoot, or I'll shoot you in the head. It's one or the other!"

The devil's whispers rang in his ears, his adrenaline receded, and a sharp pain shot through his head, making Javier's eyes unfocused. He struggled to look up and speak, only to meet Lucas's gaze.

Excitement mixed with a slightly morbid fever...!

Mad dog...!

This reckless mad dog...!

He really didn't want to play anymore, and before he could even speak, the perverted voice rang in his ears again.

"Or, you can call your men to fire, and we'll see who dies first...?"

The Ainar family...!

I'm not done with you guys... Why the hell did you have to mess with a lunatic?!

Javier wanted to stand up for himself, but he wasn't crazy!

He just made a lot of money in US dollars, he doesn't want to die... What should I do? What should I do?

"I'll count to three. If you don't choose, I'll choose for you."

"3.."

"2.."

"I...choose...1"

These words seemed to have exhausted Javier's last strength, and Lucas laughed even more heartily...

Click...

He loaded the bullet, placed the pistol in Javier's hand on the table, and then grasped his hand with his own.

"The first one on the left, aim carefully, otherwise you'll have to choose two later."

Firing the gun caused him to lose all prestige within the army, and his subordinates became disloyal.

If you don't fire, you'll disappear from the military, and your subordinates will become someone else's subordinates.

Havel had no choice; as for his subordinates' opinions, he could only try to salvage the situation later.

Even if it's about revenge, I have to survive this mad dog first.

As he hesitated, Lucas whispered in his ear again: "Bang...!"

Bang.....

Gritting his teeth and bowing his head, Havel pulled the trigger!