I was a general in South America

"Team One, in position."

"Second team, in position."

Outside a gathering point in Manizales, Moreno sat in his car, listening to the voice coming through his earpiece, observing expressionlessly.

Viana was taken away from his home, which infuriated him.

Unexpectedly, Ronan Einar was so fast that he found Viana before they could.

Fortunately, thanks to clues provided by helpful citizens and intelligence from checkpoints along the way, Moreno located the drug dealers' hideout.

Since Ronan brought people here, there must be his men keeping watch around.

Their weapons and equipment were too conspicuous, so they had to stop at a distance and let the troops slowly approach on the ground.

Fortunately, the drug dealers were all asleep during the day, and there weren't many people around.

The rapid deployment force was divided into two waves. Moreno didn't actually bring many men, as he was worried that a direct assault wouldn't be able to resolve the battle quickly.

Not only might Ronan receive the news and flee, but Viana might also be injured.

Moreover, the suspicion that there was a mole within the temporary force lingered in Moreno's mind, and this suspicion intensified after the fruitless mission at Cochpa.

While pondering how to infiltrate the gathering point and find Ronan Einar, he also thought about how to expose the traitor.

Moreno led his men to the edge of the house. The house, built of corrugated iron sheets, had no soundproofing and the people inside could be heard talking directly.

"Damn, I lost another ten dollars at the casino yesterday... Those bastards at the casino, they made me end up inhaling this cheap plaster."

"I fucking told you to buy the big one, but you insisted on buying the small one... otherwise we could have had a blast today."

"Are you fucking blaming me?"

"So what if it's your fault? If I could beat you, I would have fucking killed you."

"Say one more word..."

"What did I say to you...?"

Two drug dealers, both under the influence of alcohol, started fighting in the room, leaving Moreno, who was outside the wall, speechless.

Dude, show some respect!

The narcotics officers are outside, and you're fighting inside... Do I have to break up the fight before I can arrest you?

Seeing the questioning look on his subordinate's face, Moreno nodded.

Thud...

The door was kicked open, and the two drug dealers, who were wrestling, both looked out at the door.

Just as they were about to unleash their shared hatred, upon seeing the guns... they raised their hands to signal their superior not to fire.

"I'll ask you a question, and you'll answer it. If you say anything more than a few words of nonsense, I'll shoot you all. If you understand, just nod."

The two drug dealers were shaking their heads vigorously...

"Did you see a black Toyota SUV at the meeting point?"

There are usually very few vehicles coming and going at these gathering points. After all, addicts need money to buy drugs every day. If an unfamiliar vehicle comes in, it might be packed up and shipped to another country in the time it takes to go to the toilet.

Upon hearing this, the two drug dealers paused for a moment, seemingly deep in thought... After a while, they nodded, lowering their voices in fear.

"Sir, I saw it... about half an hour ago, when I was buying goods, I saw a black SUV parked in front of the casino."

"Yes, yes, I also saw several people get off the car, including a woman, but she was too far away for me to see clearly who she was."

Moreno smiled; he had finally found it...

"Where is the casino located...?"

"Sir, just keep walking along the main road, that three-story yellow building is the casino."

South Americans love brightly colored things and are keen on painting their houses in various colors. A yellow three-story house in an affluent area might be hard to spot, but in a gathering place... it's basically easy to find.

The immediate issue is how to deal with these two fellow Daoists. The drug dealer, being shrewd, saw Moreno's expression and knew that the other party seemed to be about to discard him after using him, so he quickly pleaded.

"Sir, I've told you everything I know. Please, please let me go... I have three children to raise. I promise I'll never deal drugs again... Please, give me another chance."

Firing a gun would undoubtedly expose them, so Moreno looked at the pleading drug dealer and gave the soldiers a wink.

They made promises that sounded very nice, and claimed they understood the family's financial difficulties...

They let them go, but who will let those who were murdered go?

The soldier moved silently behind the two men, then suddenly grabbed them by the neck with his arm and drew a dagger from his waist...

The sharp blade sliced ​​across his neck, leaving a line of blood on his dark yellow skin. The drug dealer clutched his bleeding neck in terror, seemingly unable to believe that death had come so quietly.

"Target: a three-story yellow house at the twelve o'clock position."

......

The deeper you go, the more people gather at the gathering points.

Even during the day, there were many people on the streets, especially in front of the target casino, where drug dealers were loitering around, smoking cigarettes and looking around suspiciously.

There's no time left; it's been almost an hour since Viana was taken away.

According to the drug dealers, Ronan Einar has been here for half an hour. If this drags on any longer... Viana might not be able to withstand the methods these drug dealers use.

"attack..!"

Moreno gave the order over the radio, his face contorted with murderous intent as he drew his M34 from his waist...!

He pulled out the safety pin and swung it forcefully out...

"Be careful and take cover."

Ignoring the effects of the explosion, they quickly retreated to nearby cover...

The M34 white phosphorus grenade detonates after a 4-second delay. A small amount of propellant inside the grenade will blast open the steel casing, throwing 430 grams of white phosphorus into the air, where it will spontaneously combust upon contact with the air.

As for why Moreno had to dodge, the white phosphorus particles were scattered over a radius of 34 meters. If you got even a little bit on them, you'd burn... They wouldn't stop until they burned your body through.

"Enemy attack...! Enemy attack...!"

A dozen or so thugs outside the casino spotted the smoking bullet and immediately shouted for alert...

Thud...

Unlike the explosion they had imagined, a cloud of smoke burst open like rain.

Then, sparks appeared in the sky, and a meteor shower indiscriminately struck the thugs...

"Ah...! It's so hot... so hot...!"

"I'm on fire...!"

"Damn it, why can't I destroy this thing..."

The restricted-view images are still; this is hell on earth.

The temperature of 800 degrees Celsius is enough to instantly burn through clothing and ignite skin, and the screams can be heard throughout the entire gathering point.

Chaos had already broken out. Moreno kept a close eye on the timer on his hand; the white phosphorus grenade's duration was approximately 60 seconds...

I stared at the second hand of my watch, silently counting the time...

"59...60...! Go inside."

A dozen or so soldiers rushed toward the yellow building from various positions.

Da...da...da

Da...da...da

Gunfire continued incessantly; with their superior weaponry, the drug traffickers had no ability to retaliate... The temporary unit's combat effectiveness was inferior to that of the regular members.

However, the intense combat training during this period has transformed them from the police officers they once were.

Sharpshooters are made by being fed bullets...

Elite soldiers are also honed and trained on the battlefield.

"Team... Captain, come take a look...!"

Moreno was leading his men to search the first floor when he heard a soldier's slightly trembling voice through his earpiece...