I was a general in South America

Herrera hurriedly helped his two men away, but when they reached the door, he couldn't help but turn back and look at Andrei, who was tied to a chair and slumped over, with a complicated expression.

The executioners who once represented death in Manizales now await trial like prisoners.

Bro, it's not that I didn't want to help you, I already told you...

Rapid reaction forces are not paper tigers; don't be so arrogant next time.

Drug dealers who don't use their brains will eventually become dead dogs... Times have changed.

The once-empty dance hall was now empty except for a dozen or so henchmen who were squatting against the wall with their hands behind their heads.

Under the expressionless gaze of the guards, Herrera walked toward the gate with a forced smile.

The setting sun casts its glow, a gentle breeze caresses my face—this is what it feels like to be alive!

The next moment, Herrera felt his legs were starting to give way.

The street below the steps had been blocked off, and four military jeeps with machine guns mounted were positioned in a pincer formation, aimed at the nightclub entrance.

The exposed bolt chains shimmered in the sunlight...

Herrera released the two brothers, flashed a fawning smile, and ran towards Lucas, who was standing across the street.

But what awaited him was the dark muzzle of a gun.

"Let him come over."

Upon hearing the order, the soldiers lowered their guns, saluted, and then made way for each other.

Herrera had long forgotten his identity as director, and stood firmly on his feet, smiling as he returned the soldier's salute with the most standard military salute he had given since becoming director.

Seeing the cigarette dangling from the second lieutenant's lips, he pulled out a lighter and approached it in a fawning manner.

"Lieutenant Lucas, thank you for receiving my intelligence and promptly directing the troops to rescue the police officers kidnapped by the drug cartel."

My heart skipped a beat with every word I spoke.

"Our Cato Precinct, within the jurisdiction of the Second Lieutenant, will certainly obey orders and cooperate fully with all the work of the rapid response force. I will compile a list of suspicious persons from the police station and give it to you later."

Not taking sides completely is the same as not taking sides at all.

I'm sorry, Father-in-law, I was only doing this for your daughter.

Kitaya's attempt to instigate a riot occurred at noon, but the area was cleared out in the afternoon, with precise targeting of the location where Andrei, the group's number three figure, usually resided.

hiss.....

Lieutenant Lucas's intelligence capabilities were terrifying, and his revenge was so swift that even the drug cartel's quick scouts didn't have time to report it.

The Cato branch was under Lucas's jurisdiction, and Herrera didn't want to have a gun barrel stuffed in his mouth that day.

Fence-sitters?

Drug dealers will threaten you before killing you, but this killer can't even wait a few hours to get revenge.

I, Vao Herrera, am mortal with gambling and drugs!

Lucas glanced at the sunflower with its wrinkled face and thought, "You're a real talent."

"Hand over the list. No action is needed for now. Remember, no drug dealers are allowed in the Third Team's territory."

The weak grassroots police force in the jurisdiction and the long-term infiltration of the police force by drug trafficking organizations have made corrupt police and drug traffickers two sides of the same coin.

This city is like a terminally ill cancer patient, covered in cancerous cells, and even organ transplantation will take time and effort.

"Obeying orders and following commands has been my motto since childhood."

Herrera breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly saw several soldiers carrying bags coming out from the steps.

I overheard Lucas talking to Einar earlier, and it seemed he agreed to let Andre go.

The new older brother is a bit fierce, but thankfully he knows his limits...

Seeing that the surviving thugs hadn't come out, he immediately asked, as if to pledge his loyalty.

"Lieutenant, shouldn't we take the rest of the henchmen back for questioning? I promise they'll spill the beans about when their first time was."

Lucas simply smiled and didn't reply, instead turning to look at Moreno.

"Report: All unrelated personnel have been dispersed."

"action."

action?

What else do we need to do?

Bewildered and at a loss, Herrera suddenly froze on the spot as if struck by lightning.

Five soldiers quickly carried out five cylindrical weapons and squatted in a row on the open ground.

This is the city center...!

You spoke with Ainar on the phone; didn't you two reconcile?

This is no gift; it's like rubbing Ainar's face into the ground.

Thankfully, the crowd was evacuated in advance, and thankfully, the situation was handled with discretion...

With a vague idea of ​​what was going to happen next, Herrera quickly took out a handkerchief and kept wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"When I fight drugs, I don't look at the evidence, I only look at the coordinates."

But Lucas's sudden remark almost made him drop his handkerchief.

I'll remind my father-in-law to move when I get back...!

As Lucas raised his hand, five RPG rockets trailed fiery exhaust plumes in the setting sun...

With a few whooshing sounds, they eagerly slipped into the nightclub.

Thud... thud... thud...

It's like when you were a kid, you'd put a bowl on top of a torpedo, and the muffled roar would bring a blast of air and all sorts of debris would scatter.

The walls shattered by the high-explosive warhead were covered in dust, and after the tinnitus subsided, the faint wails coming from the nightclub could be heard.

"Round Two, Ready!"

Thud... thud... thud...

The house in Manizales was not sturdy to begin with, and the two rounds of damage shattered the windows of the shops not far away.

The one-story house was engulfed in flames, as if it had been invaded by a monster, with half of the roof collapsed.

We have to move. We absolutely have to move.

Herrera stood there, frozen, repeating the same sentence over and over again like a broken record.

"Notify the police to come and clean up the mess."

Herrera snapped out of his daze as soon as he finished speaking.

All I could see was Lucas already in a jeep, and several military vehicles lined up and drove away from the street.

The lingering exhaust fumes served as a reminder that they had been there...

"Help me up."

Herrera yelled at his petrified subordinates, and the three of them collapsed to the ground like noodles the moment they made contact.

"Notify the precinct... there's been a fierce firefight on Cato Avenue..."

......

"Lucas, why did you push me away? Do you know how dangerous that was?"

Moreno gripped the steering wheel and said with a serious expression.

"At that close distance, I didn't have time to react. If you don't need me standing in front of you... then just send me back to Cali!"

Despite the slightly accusatory and angry words, Lucas did not feel offended.

"If we can't even face the guns of drug dealers, how will we face Pablo and the Americans in the future?"

You can't exactly say, "Bro... I have a cheat code..."

"You will always be my strongest shield, Moreno... From the moment we arrived in Manizales, every moment has been a life-or-death struggle."

"You can always trust me, Lucas!"

Moreno didn't understand grand principles, but he could sense the determination in Lucas's words. Since Lucas had done it, he must have his reasons.

He seemed to sense the heavy atmosphere in the carriage and immediately changed the subject, asking, "That Herrera is clearly colluding with Andrei, are we just going to let him go like this?"

Lucas exhaled a puff of smoke and asked with a smile, "Who are the friends, and who are the enemies?"

A meager amount of knowledge flowed through his mind, and after careful consideration, Moreno answered with slight uncertainty: "Those who help us are friends, and those who oppose us are enemies?"

"Haha, you're only half right." Lucas looked at his childhood friend, whose face was full of question marks, and explained with a smile.

"In Colombia, a friend standing on the neutral side is an enemy, and an enemy standing on the neutral side is a friend."

Is Herrera now an enemy or a friend?

"The enemy... no... he's now leaning towards us, the friend... no... according to our intelligence, he's the one who colluded with Kitaya to rise to power."

After frantically analyzing the information, Moreno arrived at an answer.

"Lucas, just tell him that the next time you see him, it's over whether you do it or not."

"Stop using violence, we're an army, not drug dealers."

Lucas chuckled and cursed, then gave instructions for the follow-up: "Go back and distribute the US dollars confiscated from the nightclub to the brothers, and hand in the report to the military tomorrow morning."

He paused for a moment, as if he had thought of something important.

"By the way, report to the Americans that the military losses have increased tenfold, and also request a new batch of supplies."

As the rapid reaction force returned to its base, a car was speeding along a country road a dozen kilometers from Manizales.