I was a general in South America

The atmosphere in the office was very oppressive.

The others present already knew about the self-destructing truck.

Apart from Herrera, the other three were unsure of Lucas's current mood and dared not say anything to lighten the mood.

The memories of the party are still vivid in my mind, and I'm afraid that if I try to curry favor, I'll end up getting ripped off instead.

While they were worried, they were also secretly angry.

Officials provide protection to drug dealers, and drug dealers bribe officials.

In Colombia, this is an unspoken rule, but what happened today... broke the rules.

Assassination, murder, or open killing—you can do whatever you want, but it's still within a controllable range.

It's not just Manizales; in places like Bogotá, Medellín, and Barranquilla, people die in the streets every day.

If you use such an extreme method, who would dare to cooperate with you...?

If you can self-destruct on the street today, can you rush into a shopping center and kill indiscriminately tomorrow?

You've crossed the line!

Joshua didn't even know who the perpetrators of this attack were, but he had to put pressure on the Manizales media first.

This is an utterly undeserved disaster, and we can't leave this mess unresolved.

If the media is allowed to escalate this, what about the votes? What about the political future?

During his term, the city was full of demolition geniuses, and no matter how powerful the US dollar was, the citizens would not vote for him.

Who the hell wants to live in a place where bombs are flying everywhere?

From another perspective, Drake, Joshua, and Lucas now share the same stance.

The mastermind must be found!

Colombian drug cartel politics is like two sides of the same coin, with cooperation interspersed with confrontation, and confrontation interspersed with cooperation.

Since it's politics, there needs to be a system of checks and balances...

Even Pablo Escobar is now negotiating... not voluntarily breaking the balance, afraid of messing things up.

Like in northern Mexico, the Guadalajara Cartel is essentially a replica of drug lord politics.

However, after failing, they will go to another extreme.

Lucas sat upright in his chair, and from the subtle expressions of the three men, it was easy to tell that they were unaware that all of this was Ronan Einargan's doing.

As for Alex Ennar, his past performances have not been much like those of an insider or a commander.

If he was the one directing Ronan.

Why bother with drug trafficking when you could be winning an Oscar and making a name for yourself?

Of course, this was before the explosion, if Alex hadn't brought Ronan with him later.

There's only one possibility: the other party knows the truth.

Thump...thump...thump...

Not long after, there was a knock on the office door.

"Chief Drake, Mr. Alex has arrived..."

The senior officer opened the door, announced his arrival, and then made way for Alex to walk in with a smile.

"Sorry to keep Lieutenant Lucas waiting. I just went to prepare a small gift."

Two of his men carried a box and placed it on the desk, then Alex waved them away.

Clang...

The office door was closed, leaving only a few of Manizales' most powerful people in the room...

And there's also a police dog with the most sensitive sense of smell...!

Lucas had been observing Alex's expression, to be honest...

He was neither a psychology expert nor a micro-expression master, and he was unable to discern anything from the other person's expression.

"The Ainar brothers, where's the other one...? Am I not qualified to meet him...?"

Upon hearing this, the temperature in the room seemed to drop slightly. Drake, regaining his senses, looked at Alex with a reproachful expression.

Don't you know what kind of temper this person has?

I fucking warned you guys over and over again, he wants to see you brothers, don't say I didn't tell you.

Pulling...?

Testing...?

It does not exist...

Alex was visibly taken aback by Lucas's questioning, not expecting it to come so quickly.

"Because Derek's notification was so sudden, Ronan went to Cali to pick up the goods yesterday. This isn't the first time I've worked with Lieutenant Lucas, and I'm not entirely at ease with my men. Only Ronan's presence can put them completely at ease."

The veteran actor's experience is so profound, no adjustments are needed... He immediately explains why Ronan didn't come.

Didn't we already cooperate...?

Selling out teammates doesn't mean I have to go buy supplies; I don't trust anyone else to do it, and I'm also worried the other party won't trust me to follow along...

See, for the sake of our cooperation, I even sent my own brother to cover for you, is that fair...?

If Lucas didn't know the truth, Alex's explanation was flawless and without any flaws.

When it comes to betraying a teammate, anyone would send their most trusted subordinate to handle it.

Alex Ennar's most trusted person was undoubtedly Ronan Ennar.

"Oh, really?"

Lucas's face was expressionless; he simply said something and then pushed the phone off his desk.

"Call him and tell him to come back."

I glanced at the time...

"Manizales isn't far from Cali, is three hours enough...?"

wrong...

The atmosphere was very tense...

In just a few words exchanged between the two, the three shrewd individuals immediately sensed the tension.

Alex is the actual controller of the North Valley Group, so why does Lucas insist on meeting Ronan Einar?

The lieutenant loves killing, but doesn't like to waste time talking to Karami.

With their intelligence capabilities, they shouldn't be unable to distinguish between the two kings of North Valley. Alex has already explained it very clearly.

Lucas remained aggressive and unyielding, indicating that things were definitely not as simple as just wanting to see Ronan.

The group exchanged glances, seemingly grasping some of the clues, but they hadn't quite pieced them together.

Meanwhile, Alex also felt the situation was difficult.

He's not afraid of being polite and insincere; what he's afraid of is someone like Lucas, who doesn't waste time with small talk and just asks if you can do it.

As he drove over, Alex had already envisioned several scenarios in his mind, and he felt that his explanation was already perfect.

But Lucas is someone who doesn't play by the rules...

Moreover, he possesses the ability to act unpredictably...

"I'll make the call right away. I'm sure Ronan will come back as soon as he knows that Lieutenant Lucas really wants to see him."

There's no extra time to think things through; hesitating for too long will cause problems.

Did he actually know it was Ronan Gandhi...?

If you don't know, why force and test? If you do know, then this is not the way to do it.

There might be clues, but nothing is certain...?

Lucas had no idea of ​​the turmoil in the other person's heart, and the reason he didn't confront him directly from the start was quite simple.

We need to capture them alive...!

Death is a bargain for Ronan Einar.

Alex walked to the desk and was about to pick up the receiver when Lucas pressed it down with his hand.

"Play it on speaker...!"

His tone was calm, yet undeniably authoritative.

Alex's forehead was slightly sweaty, and he could only pray silently... while also knowing that now was not the time to back down.

If he shows weakness, it's very likely that neither he nor Ronan will be able to leave.

They've already made arrangements for a backup plan, so Ronan is in danger.

Please, please don't answer this call...

Beep...beep...beep...beep

A dozen seconds later, the phone went dead.

Alex breathed a sigh of relief: "Lieutenant Lucas, Ronan might be busy. Perhaps we should check out the gift we prepared for you first...?"