Gonzalez finally couldn't bear the pressure anymore. With a hoarse voice, he looked at Lucas and finally lowered his head slowly and said, "It was Lucas who bribed . He made reveal the route of the two tons of goods sold to the Arican gang five days ago to the DEA. And the border warehouse raid? That was information I passed to the Aricans. It was all Lucas who made do it..."
"Damn swine! You're slandering ! I don't even know you!"
Lucas, feeling cornered, cursed Gonzalez fiercely, then turned to Joaquin, "Shorty! You think you can just find one of your own lackeys to play the victim and pin the bla on ? Our Gulf Group won't fall for that! If it's war you want, we will fight! If you dare, kill now! I guarantee you, in the coming days, your Sinoloa Group will not have a single day of peace!"
"That's gutsy!"
Joaquin, far from angry, smiled instead.
"Lucas, if you had any real balls, you wouldn't deny even the underlings who work their lives for you."
Having said that, he stood up, drew a pistol, and pressed it against Gonzalez's forehead.
"You really are willing to watch him die without telling the truth?"
The others from the various families looked at each other, not knowing whether they should stop Joaquin or not.
After all, what Joaquin just said was too shocking.
If all these recent lost shipnts were Lucas's doing, then the Gulf Group had managed to offend all of the major families.
And this Gonzalez seems to be one of Joaquin's n, and he must have a significant position within the group, or he wouldn't know so many secrets.
That ans Joaquin is carrying out family justice.
That's an internal matter of their group, and nobody can intervene.
Leva was the first to react loudly, "Don't kill him yet! Let him finish, is what he is saying true?"
Gonzalez, seeing that Lucas still wouldn't admit it, was already disheartened. He figured since he was going to die anyway, he might as well expose all of Lucas's dirty secrets before death, to take soone down with him.
"Lucas, you gutless worm! You promised that after I did these things, I could go and work for you, and you would protect , give a pile of money, and let leave xico. I was fucking blind and let your money cloud my judgnt, believed in your lies, and got played by you! Fuck your whole family! Even if I die, I'll curse you in the Netherworld. I hope you and your boss never die well, and that your whole family dies without intact corpses!"
He cursed viciously, then suddenly, Joaquin pulled the trigger.
Bang—
Gonzalez's body slumped to the side, fell to the ground with a bloody hole in his head, brain matter burst out, and he was dead on the spot.
The air was imdiately filled with the sll of blood.
Song Heping frowned and said, "You guys continue, I need to go to the restroom."
After finishing, he stood up and asked Joaquin, "Mr. Joaquin, where is the restroom?"
Joaquin made a gesture to one of Song Heping's subordinates, "Take Mr. Song to the restroom."
The subordinate made a polite gesture, "Mr. Song, this way, please."
"Fuck! You actually killed him!"
Leva was the first to jump up.
"He's dead..."
He swallowed back the rest of the sentence.
He intended to say, how can you pursue Lucas with the man dead?
But now that Lucas hasn't admitted to anything, there's no evidence to back it up.
Joaquin ordered the body to be dragged away, then pulled out a cell phone from his pocket, waved it in front of Lucas, and glanced at Leva.
"Don't worry, I have all the evidence."
He turned to Lucas, "Don't think there's no proof with the man dead. You might not have expected Gonzalez, to save himself, recorded many of the communications between you and him. The money you gave him, which account it went into, what information he revealed to you, what he disclosed to the DEA, it's all in this cell phone. I know his secret email password too."
After speaking, he lightly tapped the phone, pulled up a recording, and pressed the play button.
"...They're going to transport a batch of goods to Western xico State soon. The crossing is through B1 tunnel from Juarez..."
"Is the information accurate?"
"Accurate. The guy drinking with last night let it slip unintentionally. He's in charge of the transport..."
"Good, you imdiately disclose this information to the DEA, rember to do it anonymously, understand? Don't be stingy with the reward, I will compensate you..."
"Lucas, I'm really worried... I've done this a few tis before, including the address of the warehouse I've revealed to the DEA. Joaquin is no fool, he's starting to suspect there's a mole within us..."
"Don't be afraid, after this job is done, co find , I'll guarantee you a safe trip out of the country."
"My family still needs to settle down..."
"No problem, once everything is settled, co right over..."
...
Joaquin pressed the stop button.
Lucas's face had completely lost its color.
The representatives from the several major groups around all had their faces turn cold, colder than the ice of the Antarctic...
Just when Joaquin started playing the recording publicly, Song Heping was already in the restroom.
He pretended to pee in front of the urinal when he suddenly realized that one of Joaquin's n was staring at him from behind.
"I'm trying to pee here, can you stop staring at like that?"
Song Heping deliberately turned around, flashing his weapon.
The gangster thought about it for a mont and felt it made sense; the boss told him to watch Song, not to watch him peeing, just to escort him back and forth was enough.
Thus, he turned around, gave another gangster by the door a look, and both turned their backs.
In that instant, as the man turned, Song Heping had one hand on his weapon and the other reached for the button, then yanked with force.
The specially designed button was easily torn off, Song Heping held it in his hand while blocking the view with his body as he continued to pee, then with both hands, he twisted the button gently.
The top half of the round button rotated 180 degrees from the bottom half, a clever electrical connection design.
Rotating 180 degrees for both halves, it still ca together as a button shape, but the transmitter had started working.
Song Heping pocketed the button and continued peeing.
After peeing, he returned to the sink to wash his hands, and took the opportunity to wash his face too.
He felt that things seed to have deviated from his initial estimate.
He had thought that Joaquin would arrange a private eting with Balrot, but instead, he was brought directly here, and now it wasn't just Balrot, but representatives of the five major families here.
Though capturing them all in one go would be a great feat for Kelly.
However, Song felt with the five families present, Joaquin would definitely not overlook security issues. Exactly how much gang power was around this area?
Even he was not clear on this point.
xican drug trafficking groups aren't even afraid of the police and SWAT.
They even dare to directly assassinate mayors and presidential candidates, dare to kill cops and directly declare war on the governnt.
Could the "Watcher" team arranged by Kelly today and those mbers of the xican Marine Corps quickly break through the security forces here and capture these drug lords?
Song Heping was not confident about this.
After all, the intelligence had been off; what was supposed to be a eting with Balrot alone turned into a eting with representatives from several major families.
If the situation on-site diverges too much from the preliminary intelligence, then without a doubt, unexpected issues will arise.
Having washed his face, he returned to the table under the porch.
At this point, Lucas had retaken his seat at the table, but his complexion was very unsightly.
The several drug lords around him stared at him, their eyes burning with a consuming fla.
Song Heping returned to his seat.
Joaquin said to Lucas: "Lucas, a little more than a year ago, we united and swore not to cooperate with the CIA anymore, which brought retribution upon us. But you took advantage of this situation planning to kill us all, making your group dominate? Although your Gulf Group has grown considerably in this past year, if the four of our groups join forces, we can wipe out you and your boss as well! Now you have two choices: either go to war with us or from now on, follow our commands. What do you choose?"
Lucas spoke with a hoarse throat, "I'll follow you guys, work together..."
"Why should we believe you!?"
Leva was frantic.
"You traitor!"
Then turned to Joaquin and said: "Don't waste words with him, let's fight! Our families united can take down their Gulf!"
"Yes! Take them down!"
"Kill these bastards!"
The crowd got fired up.
The murderous intent in Lucas's eyes intensified.
It seems he was ready to fight to the bitter end.
"Everyone listen up, hold on!" Joaquin raised his hands, "Let's trust them one more ti. But to earn our trust, Lucas, you must do one thing."
"What is it?" Lucas lifted his head, staring at Joaquin, guessing what was on the mind of this old river rat Joaquin, who had been operating in xican drug trafficking for nearly twenty years.
Clap clap—
Joaquin clapped his hands again.
"Bring it up!"
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