I was a general in South America

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

At the apartment entrance, Ronan's men kept banging on the door.

The noise during the day attracted many neighbors to open their doors and see what was going on.

Upon seeing the scene in the aisle, they all quickly and efficiently closed the doors...

Just then, Ronan's cell phone rang...

He took out his phone and glanced at it; it was an unfamiliar number... Already in a bad mood, he hung up immediately.

After being lectured by Alex in the warehouse, Ronan believed it was all that bitch and Garcia's fault...

It must have been she who tipped off Lucas, which led to the bombing's failure.

It's hard to find a man in Manizales, but it's easy to find a bitch.

Ronan found Garcia at the Night Harbor Bar... You don't even need to ask that bitch, she must be a regular there.

After all, each neighborhood belongs to a different gang, and whether it's streetwalkers or hookups in bars, they all need to pay protection money to the authorities.

Otherwise, even if you quit, no one will pay you...!

Therefore, in Colombia, prostitutes do not easily change their places of business; they only frequent familiar places.

Just as Ronan was about to explode, the door was pulled open from the inside, and a young man with disheveled hair rubbed his eyes and said in an unfriendly tone.

"Who the hell is this? What are you banging on so early in the morning? Are you in a hurry to meet God?"

I rubbed my sleepy eyes open a little, and someone pushed me into the room... I came to my senses and was about to ask for help, but before I could even say a word, the door was closed.

"Who are you...? What do you want?"

The man covered his head with his hands and screamed in fear.

"There's money in the second drawer of the TV. You can take it all, please, please let me go."

*Smack...*

Ronan had his hands held down and slapped the man hard across the face.

She screams louder than a whore!

"Don't kill me, don't hit me, I'll agree to anything you ask."

Snapped...

"Don't hit me..."

Snap... Snap... Snap...

"Brother, I didn't even say anything, why are you still hitting me?"

Ronan shook his slightly sore arm, ignoring the man's split lip from the slap, and asked directly, "Do you know Viana?"

'I...I...I know her, I know her...!' The man instinctively didn't want to cause trouble and was about to lie... but when he saw Ronan's eyes, he immediately told the truth: 'Are you looking for her? I can tell you where Viana is, but after you tell me, can you leave me alone?'

Judging from their menacing appearance, he, a frequent nightclub patron, could easily guess that they were up to no good.

Viana was just a prostitute he had a good relationship with in the night harbor, someone he occasionally sparred with; it wasn't worth him offending these big shots in front of him.

*Smack...*

You chickened out so quickly, how am I supposed to slap you again?

The man was almost crying. "I already promised to tell the truth, why are you still hitting me?"

"Speak, tell me everything you know."

The other party was a resident singer at Night Harbor and a colleague who had a good relationship with Viana; this information was not difficult to obtain.

"You haven't agreed yet..." The man wanted assurance, but after being glared at, he immediately shut up: "Viana lives in Kochipa Commune. I don't remember the exact location; I've only been there once. She lives with her two daughters."

The commune is so big, how are people supposed to find it if you just give them a name?

Ronan frowned and was about to raise his hand when the man in front of him instinctively covered his face with his hands and shouted, "And...and I remember now, the Kochipa shoe and hat shop, I remember that shop...Viana's house is in the alley next to the shop, you just need to go and ask around."

"I'll tell you everything I know, please let me go...! Please...!"

Upon hearing these words, Ronan's eyes lit up. He knew he had found the place. Just as the kid had said, most of the residents of the commune did not know where they had lived or how long they had lived. As long as the area was defined, they could easily find people by asking around.

Having received a satisfactory answer, Ronan waved for his men to leave: "Thank you..."

"No need, as long as you..."

Bang...bang...bang....

The man lay dead on the sofa, his eyes wide open, blood instantly staining the blue linen. His lifeless eyes stared at Ronan, as if asking why he had killed him.

"To Kochipa Commune."

Ronan and his men left the apartment...

The overnight storage in the cheap apartment in Colombia is terrible; the gunshots from the room could be heard throughout the entire hallway.

No one called the police, and no one went to rescue them.

More than ten minutes later, the entire corridor fell completely silent... before someone slowly pushed open a door and poked their head out, confirming that Ronan and the others had really left.

The neighbor came to the man's door and knocked gently...

.......

Kochipa Commune.

Ronan's men drove slowly along the street, searching for the sign for "Cochpah Shoes and Hats".

I just received a message on my phone: Lucas's adjutant, Moreno, is on his way to find that bitch.

The car slowly came to a stop in front of a taco stand, the window rolled down... and a US dollar bill was tossed out.

"I'd like a few tortillas. Do you know where the Kochpab shoe and hat shop is?"

The stall owner picked up the fallen US dollars with a smile, but after hearing the question... his smile faded considerably, and he looked up to examine the people in the car.

Never seen...

They don't seem to be from the commune.

"Are you gentlemen looking to buy shoes and hats? I know a shop I can recommend."

Seeing this reaction, Ronan knew he had asked the right person and immediately took out another ten dollars and handed it over: "No need, my grandma used to live here. As people get older, they like to reminisce, and she specifically asked us to find this Cochpa shoe and hat store."

People who have lived in the commune for a long time all know each other... especially shoe and hat shops, which become famous throughout the commune if they stay open long enough.

The other party clearly didn't think they were from the community, so they didn't reveal the location of the Kochipa shoe and hat store, which was a sign of neighborly affection.

However, every friendship has value, and if it cannot be broken, it must be because the value has not been given enough.

The stall owner's eyes lit up when he saw the ten dollars... and upon hearing Ronan's words, he immediately took the money.

"Boss, drive straight along this road for 500 meters, turn right for 100 meters, then turn left for 100 meters... You'll see Old Phil's sign at a three-way intersection. Once the deal is done, don't forget to tell Old Phil I referred you...!"

He'll thank you...!

Ronan rolled up the car window, and the car continued in the direction the stall owner had indicated.

A short while later, at the three-way intersection, a small shop with a sign that read "Cochpa Shoes and Hats Shop" appeared.

To avoid frightening them, Ronan only sent one of his men out of the car.

Colombians are known for their simple and honest nature. If a car suddenly pulls up in front of a stranger's shop, several fierce-looking men might jump out.

You don't even need to ask around; it won't be long before the whole commune knows that someone is looking for someone inside.

As his men headed toward the shoe and hat shop, Moreno's convoy entered the Cochpa Commune.