I was a general in South America

Viana's body lay in the cold room.

Ronan Einar escaped. According to information gleaned from the dead, the enemy had already left before the army entered the assembly point.

At the time, the operation was divided into three teams, and the location of the mole had already been identified.

Lucas's expression at that moment was as if he wanted to tear Javier to pieces, and Javier, who had just taken the phone, didn't dare to move.

Who is Ronan Einar?

Javier turned his head and glanced at Alex with a puzzled look, as if to ask, "Brother, hurry up and hand over the guy...!"

Didn't you see the mad dog was about to bite?

He has a physical disability, not an intellectual one. He was just startled by Lucas... Once he came to his senses, he roughly understood why Alex wanted to make a deal with the general.

Damn it, the heart is what matters in business.

Clearly having been tricked, Javier's face turned grim: "Lucas, I know nothing about these things. He's someone General Haior wants to protect. I can explain the situation to the general."

Javier hated Lucas more than anything; he wanted nothing less than to kill him.

But that doesn't mean he's willing to be a gun in the hands of drug dealers...!

He figured the general probably knew, and perhaps the general, like himself back then, thought Lucas was just a lowly lieutenant and didn't take him seriously.

This guy's condition is clearly insane; it looks like he's about to have a rabies attack...

He didn't want to face them outnumbered and outmatched, especially since there were soldiers blocking the way outside.

The only hope is that showing weakness will calm Lucas down and allow the general to arrive in Manizales...

Then we'll crush him properly!

"I'm telling you, you motherfucker!"

Bang....

Lucas retaliated with a swift strike of his baton, slamming it into Javier's head, causing blood to instantly seep from the bandage.

"Lieutenant Lucas, cold..."

When the mayor and others nearby heard that the matter involved a certain general, they saw that the situation was about to escalate and were afraid of getting into trouble.

You guys are either rich or armed...

Before you start fighting, please consider how we feel!

He was speaking when his mouth was covered by a pair of hands, and then he saw Lucas turn around with a police baton, looking at them coldly.

"Uncle, if you want to die, I'll lend you a gun later... Don't drag my father-in-law into this."

Having a gun is powerful...

Having a gun doesn't make you superior...

I'll apply to be transferred to the military later too!

Thud...

eighty...

Thud...

eighty.....

Javier roared and threatened, but Lucas ignored him completely, putting all his strength into every blow to vent his anger.

Anyone who's been in a fight knows that if you lose your nerve in a one-on-one fight, you're basically guaranteed to get beaten up.

But from the moment he entered the room and saw Lucas, Javier had completely lost all his courage.

"Lucas, don't push your luck! I didn't do anything to you, why are you only hitting me...!"

Javier Delgado, a second lieutenant in the 2nd Rapid Reaction Force, retreated to the wall, his hands covering his head... Unable to endure the beating and humiliation any longer, he finally let out a cry from the depths of his heart.

The stick stopped in mid-air...

"Okay, I won't hit you next time."

Thud...

Lucas didn't know how long the fight had lasted, but Javier, his head covered in blood, lay on the ground, once again a dead dog.

"The soundproofing in this room is pretty good..."

He tossed aside the blood-stained baton, wiped the blood off his hands with Javier's clothes, and smiled as he complimented him.

Havel called for so long, but there wasn't a single sound from outside the door...

If Drake and the others were merely afraid of Lucas in the previous encounters, then after today, they will be terrified.

Havel lost the second battle, even bringing out his general, but he still ended up like this.

They already regretted getting involved with the Ainar family...

"Hand over Ronan, and you can go home today."

Lucas knew perfectly well what they were up to: offering bribes and then using his position as a general to try and force him to compromise...

After all, the people who died weren't very important; it was just a few soldiers and a prostitute.

No matter what, they won't be more valuable than a $4 million gold mine, nor more important than Haile's reputation.

Whether for the present or for planning the future, taking a step back will give you more room to maneuver.

A normal person, after weighing the pros and cons, would definitely make the choice that is most beneficial to themselves.

Lucas wasn't a normal person; he understood the allure of politics lay in compromise and concessions...

But so what...?

If we compromise in Manizales today, how will we deal with the Americans in the future...?

Diego was shot by a Boy Scout, along with several other fallen soldiers and the prostitute Viana who died tragically.

All because of choosing to believe him, Lucas Bolivar Franco!

In the end, he lost his life!

compromise...?

Lucas wanted everyone to shut the fuck up, and if he didn't sit down, everyone had to stand!

If God can't save Colombia, then fucking get out of here.

My turn, Lucas Bolivar Franco, will come to the rescue!

"Lieutenant Lucas, is there no other way?" Alex smiled wryly. Planning before acting was his guiding principle, and in his view, the remedial measures were the best solution he could think of.

He couldn't bring himself to give up Manizales or the gold mine...

It would be very difficult for him to abandon his younger brother, Ronan Einar...

This was a complete defeat. Did we overestimate human nature... or underestimate Lucas...?

Perhaps it's not either of those; rather, the moment one considers Lucas to be one of their own kind, the defeat is already inevitable.

"Can you please leave his family alone...? And me too?"

Alex made his choice and made his request.

The Einar family's hard-earned experience should not be wasted here, and they knew Lucas would not let him off the hook.

There's nothing I can do...

Your brother has done enough for you; now it's your turn to sacrifice.

"I said kill his whole family..." Lucas held up his index finger, looking coldly at Alex: "Then not one of them should be spared."

"Find Ronan Einar, and your family can live."

Lucas still admired Alex Einar. They were both drug lords, but the other was clearly not like Pablo Escobar, a terrorist drug lord who advocated extreme violence. Instead, he was more like the "gentleman drug dealers" of the Cali Cartel from his hometown.

Perhaps it was precisely because of this that a gentler approach was chosen from the beginning, which gave Lucas the opportunity to make rapid progress.

If the fight had been watched directly from Manizales, Lucas might not have won or lose, but many people would have died...!

Alex's hands trembled slightly. After seeing Lucas's gaze, he took off his gold-rimmed glasses, the frames quivering slightly in mid-air.

"I can help you find Ronan, but how can I trust you will spare my family?"

"Be friends in your heart!" Lucas smiled, took the glasses from Alex's hand, breathed on them to wipe them clean, and slowly put them on Alex. Then he drew the pistol from his waist and looked at Javier, who was lying on the ground in a semi-conscious state.

"Shoot once, and we'll be friends!"