I was a general in South America

"Alex, you still have a wife and children even if your brother is gone, but if you lose your life, you have nothing."

Lucas wasn't in a hurry, calmly stirring things up.

Human nature makes choices...

Especially when drug lords present it, what a beautiful scene it is.

In reality, let alone a $4 million gold mine, even $40 is enough to cause many brothers to turn against each other and relatives to become enemies.

To be honest, the fact that Alex has been agonizing over this for so long shows that Ronan Einar holds a very important place in his heart.

pity...

Although Lucas was also moved by the brotherly bond, he was determined to have Alex personally send Ronan Ennar to the gallows.

This is the only way to punish the other party for making a mistake by 1%...

"Ahem, I think... there's no need for this tension, Lieutenant Lucas... Alex, we can sit down and have a proper chat."

Joshua was clearly getting restless; the temptation of $4 million was too great.

He desperately wanted to get involved, but was too intimidated by Lucas's power to dare to show his face...

4 million...

$4 million....

If you pile them up, could they crush someone to death?

Ultimately, unable to resist their greed, the Manisales trio came to make things happen. The three of them teamed up, saying, "If not 30%, how about 10%... or even 5%?"

When the benefits are sufficient, anyone can forget all fears except death.

After all, they're going to die anyway, so having a lot of money won't help them.

Lucas didn't bother to reply; even a glance at Joshua was disrespectful to an idiot...

Manizales' top police dog was deployed, sniffing Lucas's scent... Herrera made a startling move in front of everyone.

He walked up to Joshua, pulled out his baton, and smashed it down.

"Who the hell do you think you are to speak here?"

"Uncle, don't block me... Look at Lieutenant Lucas's eyes, I'm trying to save you."

boom...

"If I hit you, you'll only feel a couple of pangs of pain. But when the lieutenant makes his move, you'll be dead."

Bang....

The baton slammed into him hard, but Herrera didn't hold back. Joshua's body, weakened by alcohol and sex, couldn't withstand such a brutal attack... But with each blow, Herrera would whisper something to him.

The pain brought him back to his senses, and he realized that he had just narrowly escaped death.

But it hurts so damn much....

Just as he was about to speak, Herrera struck him again, silencing him: "Don't speak, stay close... your nephew won't hurt you!"

"Mind your place, and don't fucking interrupt."

Herrera put away his baton and gave a final warning.

Lucas watched Herrera's performance, smiled but said nothing, only inwardly praising him as a man who could climb from a patrolman to the chief's daughter's bed.

Herrera, seeing the lieutenant's expression, breathed a sigh of relief...

I've made up my mind to confront my father-in-law and stop hanging out with these greedy and stupid people.

Joshua and his two companions are in cahoots. If this idiot keeps talking... his wife will really have no father.

Others have guns and power, so you only have the right to get involved... It's obvious that Lieutenant Lucas is forcing Alex to make some kind of decision, and you're jumping in to act as a peacemaker... You're just getting yourself buried in the mud.

Several divisions, learning from the masters, held a reconciliation banquet...

.....

Alex knew that the moment he hesitated, the scales in his heart had already begun to tip.

The image that flashed through his mind was no longer of the two brothers fighting their way out of the slums back to back with a knife, but of all these years, he had been constantly cleaning up Ronan's messes, constantly lecturing him... and Ronan's repeated incorrigible behavior.

The conflict between Lucas and Ronan is irreconcilable...

At least the other party's attitude was very tough; even when faced with a $4 million gold mine, they still insisted on handing over Ronan.

Alex kept thinking, and seemed to be waiting...

Suddenly, a confrontational warning came from outside the office door. One of the voices was very familiar and very loud.

"Lieutenant Lucas, is this your ceremony for welcoming guests?"

Javier Delgado?

Why is he here...?

Lucas frowned slightly, his gaze sweeping over Alex in front of him, and he understood...!

Reinforcements have arrived on the battlefield.

He waved to Herrera, who quickly went over and opened the office door, whispering a few words to the soldiers standing guard at the door.

"Lieutenant Javier, I'm sorry... you can only go in alone."

"Hmph..." Javier snorted in dissatisfaction upon hearing Herrera's words, waved his hand to signal his men to lower their guns, and then walked into the office: "Lucas, I am here on General Haior's orders to take Mr. Ainar away."

There was no small talk.

If looks could be sharp blades, Javier would want to stab Lucas to death right now.

"It seems your head injury has healed, Javier?"

"Whether it's done or not is none of your business. Just hurry up... General Haior wants to see Alex Einar, and I'm taking him away now."

Javier received orders from his backer, and although he was no longer as arrogant as before, he still didn't give Lucas a friendly look.

Once you've been beaten, you'll always learn a lesson.

Lucas shook his head helplessly: "Looks like last time, I didn't fucking wake you up enough."

"What did you say? Don't push your luck. If you delay General Haior's business, it's not something a mere lieutenant like you can bear the consequences of."

Alex visibly breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing their conversation... his backup plan had worked.

The three parties are likely to reach a temporary balance, and he will no longer be forced to make a choice.

Lucas didn't bother with any more words, stood up, snatched the baton from Herrera's hand, and walked towards Javier.

"Don't come any closer! My soldiers are right outside. What are you trying to do? General Haior will be arriving in Manizales in a few days... Don't do anything rash!"

There was no way around it; it wasn't that Javier was too timid, but rather that the shadow he was in was simply too great.

Just when you're feeling most triumphant, a psychopath suddenly appears, beats you half to death, and forces you to shoot your own people...

Anyway, while recovering from his injury, Javier reminded himself every day not to confront a mentally ill person head-on...!

Just then, Lucas's phone rang. Seeing this, Javier, who had been retreating step by step, lost his fear... as if he could do it again.

"It's definitely General Haior on the phone. Answer it right away, Lucas... You'll learn that offending me is offending the general!"

Lucas glanced at the screen and pressed answer.

Wait, why is this guy's expression getting colder and colder... Javier analyzed micro-expressions and realized that something seemed off.

"Bring your people back; there's no need to look anymore."

After hanging up the phone, Lucas stared at Javier with a look that suggested he was about to kill him: "I was going to teach you a lesson, but now I need to reconsider...!"

He tossed the phone to Javier: "You have time to call someone. No one can get him out of this room today. You can try calling Haior."

"If you want to live, pay with Ronan Ennar, I said...!"