I was a general in South America

ah....!

Amid the screams of the guests, pistols lay scattered to the side, and Javier, as if having exhausted his last bit of strength, buried his head on the table.

The soldier hit by the bullet was quickly protected by his comrades.

The standard US military weapon in Lucas's possession was a Colt M1911A1 that used .0.45 ACP ammunition, even though Havel's men were wearing body armor.

Being hit at close range may not necessarily penetrate armor, but the enormous kinetic energy can still cause severe blunt force trauma.

It feels like being hit in the chest with a hammer...

Unfortunately, Javier's marksmanship was too poor, and he missed the face.

The adjutant was at a loss. His men were injured, his boss was half-crippled, and his life was still in the enemy's hands.

Should we retaliate...?

It seems the one who just fired the shot was one of their own superiors...?

Not shoot...?

Should I demand that he hand over his superior officer, or should I continue standing here glaring at him?

Deep down, he was terrified by Lucas's insane actions.

Seeing Havel's miserable state, even though they were outnumbered, they no longer had the courage to fight to the death.

Lieutenant Javier, I did it to save you too...

Lucas kicked Javier, who was lying there like a dead dog, aside. He was so excited from beating his colleague that his uniform was stained with blood.

Now, holding his gun, he turned around and smiled as he looked at the silent crowd.

Without any further action, the prominent guests retreated frantically as if they had seen a ghost.

They were terrified that they would be the next victim...

Suddenly, Lucas raised his gun and pointed it at Alex Ennar: "Your men were too afraid to shoot, now it's my turn."

Lucas shouldn't be that crazy, right...?

Drake, Joshua, and the others were all taken aback by the scene.

They glanced at Javier lying on the ground and were all annoyed at his lack of willpower.

When collecting money, the heifer boasted to the heavens, but as soon as she entered the door, she was beaten to a pulp. To save her own life, she even killed her own men.

waste...!

I thought that after Lucas hit Javier, he would stop going crazy.

But now, is this madman planning to beat us all up...?

I really wanted to say something to calm Lucas down, but I just couldn't bring myself to open my mouth...

Even though they were police chief, mayor, and city councilor, none of them could guarantee that Lucas would have any reservations.

If they get beaten up like Javier, even if Lucas is dismissed and investigated afterward, they can forget about working in Manizales.

Lucas doesn't intend to kill Javier; after all, he's now a drug hero, and a documentary about him has been made...

The military background of a man who suddenly appears out of nowhere cannot include killing a comrade-in-arms; that would be a stain on his political career.

The situation just now was at most a quarrel between colleagues due to a disagreement over minor issues.

Javier might seek out powerful backers to sabotage Lucas through underhanded tactics, but he would never intentionally escalate the situation.

If morale is low, the team is hard to lead; if you become a laughing stock, who the hell will respect you?

Ainar remained relatively calm and did not panic like the others. He had built a huge empire in Manizales by starting with the drug trade.

I don't know how many times I've been pointed at with a gun, nor how many times I've pointed a gun at others.

From the moment Lucas entered the room to Javier collapsing, only about ten minutes had passed, and he had indeed been hesitating about whether to have his men secretly shoot him in the back.

However, they still had to consider Lucas's identity. It wasn't that they were afraid of the consequences of killing him, but rather that killing Lucas during this sensitive period would draw all attention to Manizales.

The risk of the Ainar family's gold mine being exposed would increase significantly.

He's not Pablo Escobar, and as Lucas's fame grows, Alex's connections can't guarantee he'll keep the matter quiet.

A gold mine worth $4 million is worth fighting for by any force in Colombia.

Weighing the pros and cons, he gave up the option of shooting from the shadows, and did not deny it when Lucas mocked him.

"Lieutenant Lucas, I contacted you through Javier. I didn't expect things to turn out this way. Inviting you here was just to show you the sincerity of the Einar family. We have no intention of being your enemy."

Alex readily admitted to contacting Javier and took the initiative to show weakness. He glanced at Lucas and, seeing that the other did not intend to interrupt, continued.

"The result is obvious. You are the best partner for the Ennar family. The party just now upset Lieutenant Lucas, and I am willing to offer $200 million as an apology."

Big spender....

Drug dealers are damn rich.

Upon hearing this, Lucas couldn't help but glance at Alex a few more times. He was indeed a drug lord who could make a name for himself in the drug trade.

Seeing that things were not going well, he decisively sold Havel out, and his words were full of flattery.

The implication was clear: the amount I gave Havel was definitely not as high as the amount I gave you.

He never expected his appearance fee to be so high; it seems like he should hold more parties like this.

interesting...!

"A drug dealer publicly bribes an honest Colombian government officer. Tell me, should I kill you or hand you over to a military court?"

Don't hit someone in the face, and don't insult someone by revealing their weaknesses...

Upon hearing the word "drug dealer," Alex's lips twitched involuntarily...

Almost everyone present knew what the Ainar brothers did, but nominally they were outstanding entrepreneurs in Manizales.

Now that Lucas has said it in front of everyone, even with his good composure... he almost couldn't hold it in anymore.

However, no matter how fiery one's temper is, it can't outburst like gunpowder.

Alex chuckled awkwardly, refusing to admit it: "I think Lieutenant Lucas has some misunderstanding about me. Everyone here is an elite from all walks of life in Manizales. I, Alex Ennar, would like to give you a serious explanation."

"The Einar family has no grudge against drugs. Consider the $200 million as a donation to Lieutenant Lucas for anti-drug funding. If you have any other requests, we can discuss them."

A true man can bend and stretch; Simón Bolívar endured the humiliation of exile even while liberating South America.

I did it all for the gold mine, for the rise of my family!

He's starting to regret it. Perhaps it would have been a better choice to take Ronan's advice and eliminate Lucas when he was first exposed.

All we can do now is try to buy time. If there are people in this world who don't love US dollars, it must be because they don't have enough US dollars...!

Snap... Snap... Snap

Even Lucas couldn't help but applaud Alex; he's definitely someone special...!

Everyone was delighted at the sight, thinking things had taken a turn for the better, when Lucas suddenly pointed his gun at the guests.

"Drug dealers have donated $200 million to the fight against drugs. As prominent businessmen in Manizales, don't you plan to make a contribution?"

Damn it, even drug lords are moved by my integrity.

You bunch of business elites, what are you waiting for? Hurry up and pull out your checks and sign them!

The scene was stunned...

Donating money to fight drugs in a drug dealer's home... Is that right?

However, someone reacted quickly enough. A middle-aged bald man squeezed out from the crowd: "I'll donate, I'll donate...!"

"Moreno, take a count... Starting tomorrow, we'll collect money from those who have donated, and also from those who haven't."

Lucas looked at the Manizales elites who were eager to contribute to the fight against drugs, nodded with satisfaction, and then said to Alex.

"You want to talk? Then I'll give you a chance... Also, have someone carry this piece of trash away, make a mess of blood everywhere."