I was a general in South America

Inside the villa.

Ronan Einar was fiddling with the plates on the table when he casually picked up a piece of roasted meat his wife had lovingly prepared and popped it into his mouth, a happy smile spreading across his face.

pull....

He opened the treasured wine he had specially taken from the cellar, humming a little tune as he filled the empty glass.

The matter is resolved...

Now we don't have to leave Manizales with the whole family; we'll definitely have a big celebration when Alex arrives.

That bastard Lucas...?

They want to drive me, Ronan Energård, out of Manizales?

Keep dreaming...!

You country bumpkin from Cali, let you be smug for now. We'll play around with the gold once the mine yields some results.

At this moment, Ronan Einar seemed to have forgotten that less than 24 hours earlier, he had been filled with regret for causing such a huge mess that Alex had to risk cleaning up his mess.

Just as he was about to savor the wine, sound came from the television.

"The Kitaya Drug Cartel..."

What, we're on the news...?

Ronan put down his wine glass and strode towards the living room... Lucas was giving a passionate speech...!

His expression changed instantly...

Didn't they all reach an agreement?

That damn bastard is targeting the Kitatani Group again!

What exactly is he trying to do...!

The more he listened, the uglier his face became. Just as he was about to take out his phone to call Alex, he suddenly froze, staring at the screen on the television.

Although it was night, Ronan was able to recognize the other person's location using the limited light...!

This looks like my neighborhood...?

Holy crap...this is really my house...!

To prevent his whereabouts from being exposed, Ronan did not station too many people in his secret residence. Apart from the dozen or so bodyguards responsible for daily operations, most of his other subordinates were dismissed and put into hiding.

What are those fully armed soldiers on TV doing...?

Beep...beep...beep...beep...

Damn it, answer the phone...

Alex, answer the phone!

The unease in his heart grew stronger and stronger. After making three phone calls in a row, Ronan angrily smashed his phone against the TV and ran frantically to the kitchen.

"Fiona, take Lucy...we need to hurry!"

Fiona, who was making tomato soup, turned around with a bewildered look: "What happened, darling..."

"Stop asking the hell, hurry up."

"Tell everyone to go to the basement, damn it, get the weapons... We have to get out of here right now."

The entire villa came to life instantly. Ronan gathered his bodyguards and went to the basement. Each of them quickly grabbed a few weapons and left.

When he returned to the living room, he ran into his wife, who was holding their child. Ronan didn't have time to comfort Fiona's fear and tension, and led his men to the car parked outside the villa.

I had just stepped out the door...

In the sky, several sparks, like fireworks, accompanied by sound effects, drew closer and closer to their villa.

"Damn it...! Go back now, fucking go back!" Ronan roared, his eyes wide, and grabbed his wife's hand as they ran into the villa.

...

"Fire!!"

The four M30 4.2-inch mortars are specifically designed to counter anti-government armed attacks on cities. These bulky machines are rarely used in routine combat, but they are definitely good for striking fixed targets and launching fireworks.

"Unfortunately, the Americans didn't have a 120mm cannon, so the 107mm gun was a bit too weak and had limited impact on drug dealers watching on TV."

Lucas looked at the falling shells, not particularly satisfied... Moreno, standing next to him, twitched his lips slightly.

Do people say...?

If these cannons were used to calibrate the villa, the army would be able to find corpses in the ruins in less than three rounds.

"Let's start with three rounds to wake them up, then two more rounds with RPGs. The explosions need to be loud, the firelight needs to be bright, the scene needs to be grand... Give me the feeling that there's a division in this villa!"

Thud... Thud... Thud... Thud...

Flames flashed around the villa, and shells landed not far from the wall... Even though they deliberately avoided hitting the target, the explosive power of the large-caliber shells was still as shocking as an earthquake.

With a kill area of ​​approximately 40 x 20 meters, the shockwave alone could cause a person to bleed from all seven orifices.

The crystal chandelier in the living room shook violently, and dust fell from the ceiling like sieve chaff.

Fiona was pinned down by Ronan, screaming while holding her child. Two bodyguards, who were slower to run, lay dead at the door, their fate unknown.

"Lucas, I'll fuck your mother! Let's go, hide in the basement."

Ronan had never seen anything like it before. He forced his groggy head to stay upright and staggered to his feet, helping his wife walk toward the basement.

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

After finally reaching the basement entrance, Ronan's legs nearly gave way from the intense shelling. Just as he was about to help his wife up, he suddenly noticed that she and their daughter were coughing up blood from the corners of their mouths.

"Fiona...!"

Drug dealers have never used mortars before, and Ronan's first instinct was to protect his wife.

Okay.....

All the internal organs were ruptured.

"I'm going to kill you, Lucas!!"

Ronan's heart-wrenching screams went unheard...

All the Colombians watching on television were utterly terrified by the sight of artillery fire flying everywhere...

What they've seen most often is drug dealers on a motorcycle, two of them... suddenly pulling out submachine guns from their pockets and firing dozens of bullets at you.

That scene was nothing compared to the live broadcast!

The sound effects and visuals are not on the same level at all.

Didn't you see that the ground around the villa was blasted in half a meter deep...?

Many people are wondering, how did drug traffickers manage to defeat the army...?

Do they have not only cannons, but also missiles...?

To dismantle the terror instilled by drug cartels, the public must feel that they are not invincible...

They were only human beings; a single mortal bombardment would have destroyed them.

Under the condition of targeting a single individual, the shelling scene was comparable to a Hollywood blockbuster. Even if the landing point was controlled, the villa was still blown to half ruins.

After Lucas had launched one salvo of RPG rockets, he ordered Moreno to stop.

If they keep bombing, they might really kill Hakinam...!

"Ground troops, advance! Capture them alive...!"

"receive...!"

In the darkness, the Hummer engines roared... a ground advance force of fifty soldiers marched towards the villa!

Ronan Einar wept bitterly, tears streaming down his face, as he held the bodies of his family members.

Alex...!

You bastard, you betrayed me...!

The location of this secret villa is known only to the bodyguards and Alex... no one else knows it.

By now, how could Ronan not understand that it was his own older brother who had betrayed him?!

The rage of betrayal nearly tore his reason apart...

I'm going to kill you all...

Lucas the bastard... and that beast Alex...

Ronan picked up the AK beside him, his eyes filled with nothing but revenge. He lowered his head and kissed his wife on the forehead before getting up and opening the basement door.

"Hands up, don't move...!"

Ronan, consumed by vengeance, had just opened the door when he heard a furious shout.

A dozen soldiers were blocking the stairwell, aiming their guns at him.

"I'm warning you again, drop your gun and put your hands up... or I'll shoot."

Once Ronan regained his senses and his rationality returned, he heard the ultimatum... but he simply didn't have the courage to raise his gun and fire.

pat...

The AK fell to the ground.

Ronan Einar slowly raised his hands and knelt before the gun barrel...!