Chapter 26

"I am respected for merit," I spoke in a hoarse tone. "For all the years I dedicated to that battalion, in each operation I saved hostages and took bandits directly to the ditch. I have scars from head to toe, with every story you just watched on television, agent. I'm a fucking captain, within an entire corporation made up of men. I went up in favelas with teams of superb men under my command, and I have always been successful in my missions. No civilian dead. Bandits with no chance of being rescued by cronies. My motto when entering a favela has always been my own death, instead of dishonor. What's more noble than that?

Mariana clapped her hands. I wanted to break all your fingers.

“Congratulations, captain. Your respect is no use of shit here within the community. Not when you need to live between them, instead of shooting first and asking later. "She mocked, giggling. " Have you ever stopped to think that's why you want Picasso