"Flávio"

But I'll tell you, this raid on Pipote Hill was just to serve three arrest warrants for homicide, and it turned into a mess. Three drug traffickers dead and two police officers injured, all because they didn't want us to go in. It's the fault of that little crook Sandro who decided to set up a drug den here. And I only decided to serve those warrants personally because one of them was the manager of Sandro's drug den, and I wanted information about this Rômulo guy.

At least no civilians were hit. People keep talking about stray bullets, but that doesn't exist; what exists are bullets found, and found by innocent people, something that really upsets me. But fortunately, this time no innocent civilians were hit. Only one of the guys listed on the warrants died; he was one of Sandro's soldiers. We arrested the other two. Six fewer criminals on the street.

"Let's go, troopers!" The military police sergeant who came to support us was gathering his men. "Chief, I think that's all f