I was a general in South America

"Report: Target successfully apprehended..."

Hearing the words coming through the earpiece, Lucas patted Moreno on the shoulder: "Let's go, it's our turn to step in and bring to a close tonight's operation."

They then boarded the Hummer carrying Alex Einar and drove towards the villa.

.....

Inside the villa.

Ronan Einar's face was ashen, or rather... filled with despair!

With the hormones waning and facing heavily armed soldiers both inside and outside, he knew there was no escape.

It's not like he's Sylvester Stallone.

They dared to draw their guns and fight even when faced with airplanes, tanks, and cannons.

A normal person's blood and strength cannot resist the genetic fear of death.

I regret it...

I regret not listening to Alex, I regret not killing Lucas...!

If he had done just one thing right, perhaps his dear family wouldn't have wanted him to die.

Ronan hated Alex more than Lucas at this moment... He didn't even spare his own child.

Just as he was in despair, applause and footsteps came from all around him. When he looked up, the soldiers around him made way for him.

"Do you like it? This farewell ceremony was specially prepared for you."

I love it! Who the hell in Colombia cracks down on drugs by bombarding them?!

Upon seeing that familiar face, Ronan Einar's eyes instantly turned bloodshot, as if he wanted to devour its flesh raw.

"Lucas...you bastard, if you've got the guts, kill me! Shoot me...you're lucky I didn't blow you up. Do you think you can kill all the drug dealers in Colombia? Go kill Pablo Escobar if you dare."

His desperate shouting, if not for his hands and feet being bound and restrained by soldiers, would have sounded like someone beating a drum at the gate of a government office to appeal for justice.

"Kill me, and I'll be waiting for you in hell. Lucas, you'll suffer a terrible death."

When Moreno heard the other party insult Lucas, his face turned cold and he was about to go up and teach Ronan a lesson, but Lucas reached out to stop him and gestured for him to step back. He then went over and straightened Ronan's collar.

"She has quite a temper."

His smile vanished instantly. He grabbed Ronan's hair, pulled out a pistol with his right hand, and smashed it into Ronan's mouth.

Snap... Snap...

Lucas smashed the weapon a dozen times before releasing it... Ronan, his mouth full of blood, lowered his head and spat out a few teeth...

A resolute gaze...?

She looked up at him defiantly.

Snap... Snap...

Why can't I understand? The human body can't beat metal...

The pain from the collapsed bridge of his nose made Ronan's eyes clear.

Lucas wiped the blood-stained gun barrel clean on Ronan's clothes: "You need to fix your foul mouth...!"

"Lucas, what exactly did Alex give you in return? Let me die knowing why."

Ronan said in a hoarse voice that before he died, he wanted to know why he couldn't accept being betrayed by his own brother.

"You've suddenly become very polite, and I'm not used to it."

"Please, tell me...!"

Lucas lit a cigarette and shoved it into Ronan's mouth: "Want to know why?"

Ronan nodded frantically: "Please..."

"I can let you see Alex."

After Lucas finished speaking, the other person's lifeless eyes clearly brightened, and he looked up at him in disbelief.

Seemingly to confirm whether Lucas was telling the truth, and though he didn't see anything amiss, he still replied, "What do you want me to do?"

Ronan isn't stupid; since Lucas said something like that, he must have something to offer in exchange.

He has nothing of value on him except his life.

No... actually, even their lives belong to the other party.

No matter what Lucas asked for, he would accept any condition as long as he could see Alex.

"See? When everyone's calm, drug dealers are actually quite easy to communicate with..." Lucas said with a smile as he turned to his men, then waved to Moreno.

He quickly brought over a camera with a tripod from behind and pointed the lens directly at Ronan Einar.

Perhaps it was an instinctive reaction, but Ronan immediately lowered his head when he saw the camera.

Damn... are you shy?

Lucas grabbed his chin, lifted his head towards the camera...: "Kneel down, I'm asking you for a favor."

Upon hearing this, Ronan was slightly angered...

A moment later, I remembered what the other person had just said...

His dignity was insulted at this moment, and the smiling face before him was disgusting... Ronan hated Alex more and more as he looked at him!

If it weren't for his elder brother's betrayal, how could he have ended up in this situation?

He was subjected to Lucas's relentless humiliation like a dead dog...

The more he hated Alex, the more he wanted to see him and ask him if he had done right by his mother.

With his eyes closed and teeth clenched, Ronan knelt in front of the camera.

"Let me see him...!"

"I haven't finished stating my request yet."

"you......!"

If it weren't for the bloodstains in his mouth and his cracked lips, one would surely see Ronan gritting his teeth.

"Before I die, I want to do something for the Colombian people, say to the camera that drug traffickers are at their wits' end and their crimes will eventually be punished...and then give myself some dignity."

Lucas calmly stated his demands, and of course, he also outlined the terms of the deal.

"If you agree to this, you can not only see Alex, but I can also help you take him down."

Ronan finally figured out what Lucas was up to and was astonished by his madness... He wanted to refuse, but fell into deep thought after hearing the second half of the sentence.

They wanted to use his life to dismantle the foundation of the drug cartel.

Terrorist regimes stem from violence and the unknown. No amount of anti-drug propaganda can compare to a drug lord saying that drug trafficking is a dead end and then ending his own life in front of the camera.

In Colombia, drug lords are like figures of supreme power...

Now destroyed in a more violent form, the mysterious drug lord behind the scenes, in the eyes of the poor, ended his sinful life in the most shameful way.

The best way to deal with fear is to destroy it!

Ronan knew why he lost to Lucas; such a man would either become a living hero of Colombia or a loyal martyr buried in the ground.

His opponent wasn't in Manizales, but in Medellín...

Unlike those politicians and military officers, Lucas spoke the truth and never intended to cooperate with drug traffickers.

Haha... Alex, you miscalculated too.

This guy is a mad dog who doesn't recognize anyone, he eliminates every drug dealer...

Ronan managed a weak smile and mouthed a sentence.

You're pretty impressive...!

Thinking of Alex's final moments off the field, his laughter grew increasingly unrestrained: "I promise you, remember... you must make Alex suffer a terrible death! Kill the traitor for me, and I'll help you make a name for yourself."

Drug dealers are actually quite reasonable.

Lucas clapped his hands, and shortly after, Alex, wearing a hood, was brought before Romin...

He got up and approached, removing the hood... Alex Ennar, whose mouth was gagged, saw his brother's miserable state, and a look of pain appeared in his eyes.

"Why did you betray me? Why did you kill Fiona? Why did you kill Lucy...!"

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