I was a general in South America

Meanwhile, at the Manizales Police Department office.

The atmosphere here wasn't much better; everyone was waiting for Lucas's answer.

Alex just called Ronan but couldn't get through. Anyone with a bit of sense knows something's wrong...!

Given Lucas's mad dog-like personality, it's hard to predict what the other party will do.

A group of heavily armed soldiers stood guard outside the door, genuinely afraid that if Lucas gave the order, the army would storm in and mow them all down...

Drake felt a little more at ease, looking at his son-in-law standing next to Lucas.

He thought to himself that no matter what, his son-in-law could save his life.

"Gift?"

"Lieutenant Lucas might as well open it and take a look."

Looking at Alex's confident and composed demeanor, Lucas couldn't help but wonder, "Hasn't the 'I don't like US dollars' persona really taken hold yet?"

Colombian drug traffickers bribe officials using the same old methods employed by Pablo Escobar.

Silver bullets...lead bullets...!

What new tricks can Alex pull off...?

He glanced at Alex and gestured with his lip towards the handle on the table.

"Open it and take a look."

Alex stepped forward and pressed the latch...

Click...

The briefcase contained not US dollars, but a document.

"Lieutenant Lucas, the North Valley Group has discovered a gold mine in the forest north of Manizales, which I have named the La Fortuna Mine. I am willing to entrust its management to you. This document contains the equity agreement and the gold mine's plans."

"The gold mine is currently managed by a team hired from Europe. The total value of the gold mine is $4 million, and all of it is supported by the North Valley Group... Lieutenant Lucas can send someone over to take over management, or he can wait in the city to get his share of the profits."

"Cooperate, and we'll get everything. I believe Lieutenant Lucas won't stay in Manizales forever."

Gold mine...?

Alex's words were like dropping a small nuclear bomb into the room.

$4 million...!

Apart from Lucas, everyone else at the scene had their pupils gradually dilate.

Everyone here is a seasoned person, unlike the peasants who hang out on the streets.

When you tell those people 4 million US dollars, their perception of it is probably not as strong as the tens of thousands of US dollars they actually receive.

In 1986, the average annual income per capita in Colombia was US$1.160, which was the average of Pablo Escobar's income.

But they knew the impact of this number, especially Joshua... his gaze toward Alex carried a hint of resentment.

A gold mine has been discovered... Why didn't you say so sooner!

Has the ship of friendship capsized...?

At the same time, none of the companies were fools. Once the gold mine was discovered, they understood why Alex had been so tolerant.

That damn bastard, he's probably already started eating...

Having already yielded for so long for the gold mine, Alex is now giving Lucas shares of the mine as a gift.

There's only one reason then....

The person Lucas is looking for is Ronan Einar...!

Drive away the wolves and devour the tiger...

This was the solution Alex came up with in the shortest amount of time, and General Haior had already communicated with him.

Since Javier, that good-for-nothing, can't handle Lucas, then we'll have to find someone of a higher caliber.

Given Lucas's erratic personality, any investment in a gold mine would inevitably lead to a conflict with Haile...

After all, the cake is only so big, and everyone fucking wants to eat more.

As for whether the two families will eventually join forces to kick the Ainar family out... we don't know.

Alex acknowledged the element of gambling...

But since things have come to this point, Ronan has already been exposed. Rather than waiting for Lucas to target him and slowly discover the clues, it would be better to take the initiative and be honest, which would make subsequent operations easier.

At the same time, it can also resolve the conflict between Ronan and Lucas.

Even Alex felt a pang of regret at the cost of paying this price for his younger brother.

"Thirty percent of the shares, $1.2 million...that's very generous."

Lucas's eyes were full of admiration. Putting aside the issue of stance... Alex's decisiveness deserved high praise.

Those who are willing to share the pie may not necessarily end up the best, but they certainly won't do poorly.

We don't yet know what other tricks they have up their sleeves, but their determination to cut their losses is commendable.

Snap... Snap... Snap

Everyone looked on with envy as Lucas clapped his hands. 1.2 million US dollars...!

Drug trafficking is nowhere near as fast as robbery...!

Seeing this, Alex also felt that Lucas would definitely not be able to refuse, but the next second... his smile froze on his face.

"So, if I kill you now, I can get 100% of the shares?"

Well.....

Although that's a strange statement...

But that seems to be the meaning.

Everyone in the room was stunned by Lucas's words. Shouldn't they have pulled each other back and forth a bit more, then signed the papers, shook hands, and happily accepted the $1.2 million?

Alex understood the implication in Ronan's words... and could only curse him in his heart once again.

Why did you provoke him, you idiot!

He still tried to keep a smile on his face: "The remaining 30% of the shares belong to General Haior... I think you will need my presence."

If you can't hide it, just be honest. You can't grasp this mad dog's thought process. If he really pulls out a gun and kills you, all your backup plans will be useless... It's better to be frank and make him think twice.

interesting...!

General Haior... I must say Alex is very clever. The $1.2 million was a calculated move. If Lucas wanted to take the money but was worried about third parties, he would have kept him involved to mediate.

Only triangular structures are stable.....

If it were anyone else, they would definitely agree to Alex after weighing the pros and cons.

Even Lucas couldn't refuse $1.2 million...!

But Lucas Bolívar Franco is a 'macho man' who fell from the sky in Colombia...!

General Haior is utter nonsense...

You only deserve my consideration if you bring up the Americans!

"I never make choices because I prefer to let others make choices."

Snapped...

Just like last time in the manor room, Lucas slammed the pistol from his waist onto the table.

"Hand over Ronan Einar, and I'll take this document. If you don't, I'll kill you, and then I'll take this document."

"Hayiol is in Bogotá, this is Manizales, damn it!"

It's over....!

Except for Herrera, whose eyes were filled with adoration and even fanaticism, everyone else's faces fell...!

The rabies has flared up again...!

Alex hadn't expected Lucas to act this way; he'd already experienced Lucas's tough stance before...

But how could someone be so crazy...!

Is there really no one in this world who cares?

As his mind raced, Lucas's devilish whispers rang in his ears, plunging Alex into a dilemma.

"Brothers or gold...?"

Brothers or gold...?

These words struck Alex like a bolt of lightning...

Lucas looked at Alex and a slight smile crept onto his lips...

Don't you like to weigh the pros and cons?

Look at your own brother's life, is it worth trading your own for it?

Like a sentimental scene in a TV drama, he was also very interested in whether family ties outweighed profit in the hearts of drug lords.

You guys always like to use guns and then make others choose between lead bullets and silver bullets.

If you like to choose, then fucking choose a lot...choose carefully...!

Looking at the conflicted Alex, Lucas roared this time.

"Answer me, do you love your brothers more, or the gold...?"