I was a general in South America

At the corner of the street in front of the police station, an inconspicuous bread truck slowly came to a stop.

"We just received word that Lucas is inside the police station."

Ronan glanced at the Hummers parked in front of the police station and said to his subordinate sitting next to him.

The man's face was pale and his lips trembled involuntarily. He wanted to escape but was pressed down into his seat by the person on the other side.

"Take this and put it on. It's a bulletproof vest specially prepared for you. Relax, Garcia... They don't know you. See those cars ahead? Just wait for Lucas to come out and shoot him dead. You'll be a hero to the Chatan Group."

Upon hearing this, Garcia's hands trembled even more violently... His scarred face looked pleadingly at Ronan.

Being bold doesn't mean you'd dare to assassinate a military officer in the street all by yourself.

What is the purpose of a bulletproof vest?

Even if they succeed... there's no guarantee they'll come back alive.

For the first time, he hated his second brother so much. If only that night... if only there were no "if onlys".

Ronan didn't care about any of that. He gave another subordinate a look, and the two of them grabbed the heavy vests and put them on Garcia.

"Don't worry, this is an import from the US. I'll come pick you up as soon as you kill Lucas."

As he spoke, he took a black suit and helped Garcia put it on, straightening his collar... before Ronan spoke in an icy tone.

"You made a mistake, and I want to give you a chance... Garcia, don't let me down, don't embarrass me again, okay?"

Perhaps it was Ronan's words, filled with deeply moving brotherhood, or perhaps it was the heavy bulletproof vest that brought a sense of security.

Garcia knew at least that going wouldn't necessarily lead to death, but not going would definitely lead to death.

Take a deep breath, take a deep breath...

Dead hand, stop fucking shaking...

"Boss, I want to have a cigarette...!"

pat...

Smoke rose in the carriage; Ronan had lit the fire himself.

He didn't repeat the threats, otherwise Garcia would panic like a criminal and wouldn't be able to get close to Lucas.

I'm afraid that once I get into their field of vision, people will notice that something is wrong.

Click...

Ronan cocked his pistol, took a bag from his jacket pocket, put the pistol in Garcia's hand, and snatched his cigarette and stomped it out.

"This is really strong..."

I'm not the kind of person who mistreats my brothers...

The highest-grade drugs were used as a last meal before execution; drug addiction had reached its limit.

Garcia looked at the white powder in the small bag and indeed forgot his worries... his mind was filled with the desire for cocaine.

"Boss, isn't this a bit too little?"

The bag contained a pitifully small amount of cocaine... For an average person, that amount would have been wasted before even taking off.

"It hasn't been adulterated."

Inhaling too much highly pure cocaine can lead to an ecstasy. Ronan just wanted Garcia to get a little more excited, so he wouldn't back down at the crucial moment. He wasn't trying to make him have a wild time in the car.

The powder was gently poured onto the web of his hand. Garcia pressed one side of his nose and twitched, as if he had been suddenly injected with adrenaline. He bounced back and slumped heavily against the back of the chair.

After about half a minute of preparation, he opened his eyes... His eyes were bloodshot, and the timidity he had shown before was gone, replaced by excitement and impulsiveness...

"Boss, don't worry... I'll definitely take down Lucas. Shall we go now?"

"etc..."

Ronan, seeing Garcia's condition, knew this was a sure thing... He pressed Garcia's shoulder and looked out the car window.

Lucas's car was about ten meters away from the police station entrance. Their parking position was just right to observe the people coming and going at the entrance, making it safer to act after the other party came out.

After all, Garcia was on drugs, and the opportunity to assassinate him was only once.

"When you see him come out, go over and pretend to be a passerby. Remember, Lucas might be wearing a bulletproof vest, so the closer you get, the better your chances."

"Don't worry, boss... you've seen my marksmanship, I guarantee I'll shoot them all without them making a sound."

Suddenly, a familiar figure emerged from the police station, clutching a handbag and appearing somewhat flustered...

Ronan scratched his head, feeling like he'd seen this woman before...

.........

Director's Office.

Lucas sat behind his desk smoking. To avoid being exposed... he didn't talk to the prostitute named Viana, but instead told Herrera to keep quiet as much as possible.

The cat-and-mouse game... the mouse finally showed its true colors.

A moment later, the office door was pushed open... Herrera held a piece of paper in his hand, his eyes full of excitement.

"Lieutenant, the drawing is done...! However, Viana doesn't quite remember what the person looked like, so she doesn't know if she can find him."

From what Viana said, the bar was already dimly lit, and the leader's eyes were quite intimidating, so she didn't dare to look closely.

The drawing paper was placed in front of Lucas, and one has to criticize the Colombian police's truly terrible job performance...!

Regardless of whether the portrait drawn on the paper differs from Viana's description, judging solely from his amateurish aesthetic sense...

The drawing skills are really terrible...

The man... had the typical South American thug look: a rugged face, short hair, and especially fierce eyes.

This left Lucas somewhat uncertain: was the suspect genuinely that fierce, or was the artist deliberately making him appear even more ferocious?

"Lucas, should we notify our men now to investigate with the sketch... or should we post wanted posters throughout the city...?"

Lucas didn't respond to Herrera's words. To be honest, he had never seen the suspect and couldn't be sure if the portrait matched. He just believed that based on Viana's condition and description, this guy was definitely related to the police station attack.

If we rashly post a wanted notice or send our subordinates to investigate with a sketch, and the sketch doesn't match the real person, we'll be alerting the enemy!

"Come and see if you've seen this person before."

If the police station attack was committed by a few hotheads eager to climb the ranks, then it shouldn't have been kept so well hidden.

If they came for him, that makes a lot of sense. It must be a powerful drug dealer in Manizales, since Lucas damaged their interests.

"Never seen it before..."

Herrera looked at the portrait as soon as he received it, but he had no memory of the face in his mind.

Seeing Herrera shake his head, Lucas suddenly remembered that Viana had been emphasizing the suspect's eyes from beginning to end.

Locating a criminal by their eyes is an extremely unscientific and highly risky method.

But it's okay....

This is Colombia.

Lucas only needs to recognize who it is; he doesn't need evidence!

He covered both ends of the portrait with his hands, leaving only a gap to reveal the eyes.

"Take another look, think carefully... Among all the people you've met, including your father-in-law, whose eyes most resemble these...?"

Upon hearing this, Herrera leaned closer. He had never seen the complete portrait before, but now that only the eyes remained, he felt a sense of familiarity almost instantly.

"Ronan...Ronan Einar! Lieutenant, those eyes look so much like Ronan Einar's!!"

The Ainar brothers...?

Lucas immediately remembered, damn it, Kitatani is one of the Einar brothers... I don't think I've met the other one yet.

Okay, okay...!

Alex Ennar, you like playing this game, huh...?

"Inform your father-in-law to invite the Ainar brothers to meet at the police station in half an hour!"