I was a general in South America

"Lucas, the soldier sent to the hospital wasn't seriously injured except for a ruptured eardrum. Luckily, that son of a bitch wasn't carrying a lot of explosives."

After finishing his work, Moreno, who was in charge of cleaning up the mess, still felt a bit scared when he thought back to the scene.

The drug dealers' methods were becoming increasingly brutal, and he knew that such situations might become more and more common in the future.

"Can we succeed...?"

Lucas smiled, popped a cigarette out of his pack, and handed it to him: "Have a smoke to calm your nerves."

"The more intense their reaction, the more it proves we're on the right track. Besides this method, those bastards have no other way to deal with us."

Intending to soothe Moreno's wounded heart, Lucas did not show his anger, but gently patted Gigi on the shoulder.

"Shouldn't you get more excited the more fiercely a woman resists, Gigi? ... Tell Costa to come to the military camp after he finishes delivering supplies to Ashel. I'm going to cure your stinky habit of being afraid."

"Can you please stop calling me Gigi...!" Moreno's attention was diverted, and he knew that Lucas was deliberately trying to comfort him: "I'm just worried about your safety. Bullets... I can stand in front of you, but explosives... I can only go to see God with you."

"All fear is insufficient; you're carrying a nuclear bomb, even Jesus wouldn't dare to see you."

"If you feel uneasy, it means the caliber isn't big enough. I remember there were some M34s in the warehouse; they can burn away your fear."

Among the weapons and equipment provided by American financial backers were a very small number of M34 white phosphorus grenades.

"That thing can't be used in civilian areas, right?"

Moreno knew how deadly that thing was; even a little bit of it would burn your bones to ashes, let alone instill fear.

In 1980, Protocol III of the Convention on Certain Conventional Weapons under International Law comprehensively prohibited or restricted the use of incendiary weapons.

Lucas glanced at it and said nonchalantly, "International law? The Americans didn't sign that stuff. They call this a smokescreen. Let the drug dealers sue the Pentagon."

Damn, they've even brought Syrian trucks.

If I don't give Ronan Enal a big job, what will the people in Manizales think of me...?

The smoke grenade suddenly caught fire, I was fucking shocked!

......

The warehouse where Ronan Einar was hiding...

A car pulled up in front of the gate. Alex Ennar, his face contorted with rage, kicked open the door, got out, walked up to Ronan, and raised his arm...

He wanted to deliver a powerful blow, but abruptly stopped mid-air, pointing at his younger brother and saying, "What do you want to do? Attack the police station? A suicide bomber? Are you a drug dealer or a terrorist?!"

Half an hour ago.

Alex received a call from Drake, saying that Lucas had invited the two brothers to meet at the police station.

Thinking he had finally won over Lucas, he excitedly called Ronan, urging him to come back quickly so as not to delay the important matter.

After the call connected, before he could even deliver the good news, Ronan gave him a surprise...!

That was a fucking surprise and a huge surprise.

Alex had been cursing the beast for days—it was his own brother!

In that instant, the surge in blood pressure nearly caused his blood vessels to burst.

"Why the hell did you provoke him? Tell me the fuck, why did you provoke him?"

If he weren't Ronan's younger brother, Alex would have already pulled out a gun and shoved it into Ronan's mouth, killing this piece of trash with one shot!

All we need to do is stall for time until the family's gold mine stabilizes; then we'll have plenty of ways to handle everything.

They just had to provoke the enemy, starting with Juan Andrei... attacking police stations, suicide trucks, you could even kill people.

Alex roared angrily, and seeing Ronan's pursed lips and resentful, stubborn expression, he became even more furious and spun around in place with his hands on his hips.

Even when Ronan was a child, it was always Ronan who made the mistake...

Whenever he tries to teach Ronan a lesson, he puts on this damn deadpan face.

"Why did you do this? How many people still know it was you...?"

Seeing Alex's reaction, Ronan stubbornly retorted, "I'll take responsibility for my actions. I'll take care of Lucas, it won't affect your gold mine. I'm telling you the truth so you'll be careful of Lucas."

On his way back after the failed operation, Ronan remembered the familiar woman he had seen outside the police station – she was the same woman from the bar restroom the night before.

Later, he received a phone call in which Alex asked him to go see Lucas.

Based on the clues, they immediately became alert; perhaps Lucas knew something.

Garcia is dead, and no one knows what he said to that woman.

But it's strange for a prostitute to be at a police station in broad daylight. You can't exactly ask the police to help her get her payment for prostitution, can you?

Even the police have to wait until evening to provide services.

He simply refused Alex's request and told him everything.

The operation had failed, and there was a risk of exposure. Ronan knew he had gotten Alex into serious trouble.

But after being scolded, the rebellious phase begins again...

You scolded me like this when I was a kid, and you still scold me like this now that I'm an adult...

I haven't grown up for nothing.

"How do you think you can beat Lucas with your brains?" Alex rubbed his forehead, his temples throbbing at Ronan's reply, and roared at the thugs standing behind him.

Was he involved?

Without waiting for Ronan's reply, Alex drew a gun from the waist of one of his men.

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

"Alex, what are you doing...?"

Seeing his brother being shot and killed by Alex without any explanation, Ronan questioned him.

It's not that I cherish my subordinates, but rather that I feel I've lost face.

Alex waved his hand, and two of his men stopped Ronan: "Were you involved too?"

Bang..

Bang....

Bang.....

"Go in and clean everyone inside."

Ronan's four men fell to the ground, and after the others entered the warehouse, gunshots rang out immediately from inside.

"Besides the people here, who else knows...? Don't worry, everyone's been killed, no one will know you've lost face."

Alex said to Ronan, who was somewhat desperate, that he knew his brother too well: brave but not smart, and always trying to prove himself in front of him.

He's all smiles now, only because he's thinking about how he failed and the team he built has been destroyed.

"Speak up, who else is his mother...?"

"There was also a prostitute, I don't know her name, I saw her come out of the police station, and Lucas came out of the police station not long after she left."

Thump...

The one I'd been anxiously waiting for finally died...

"Didn't I fucking teach you that if you're going to fight, you shouldn't do it at all, and if you're going to fight, you should definitely kill the other person... Imagine everything is a one-time chance, it's either you die or I live?"

"I know, I just want to get rid of Lucas and get everything back on track...!"

*Smack...*

Alex couldn't hold back any longer and slapped Ronan across the face: "You know, you fucking know everything...!"

I've told you, but you don't listen; you listen, but you don't understand; you understand, but you don't do it; you do it, but you do it wrong; you're wrong, but you won't admit it; you admit it, but you won't change it; you change it, but you're not convinced; you're not convinced, but you won't say anything! What am I supposed to do?

The slap landed on Ronan's face, and he stopped rebelling, realizing his older brother was truly angry.

"You, right now, immediately, take your men to find that prostitute, kill her, and get out of Manizales immediately."

Upon hearing this, Ronan realized the situation might be more serious than he had imagined, and couldn't help but ask, "And what about you...?"

"I'll go see Lucas and stall for time...!"

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