Song Heping thought he could just watch the show and stall until the "Watcher" squad and the Marine Corps reinforcents arrived.
After all, the signal transmitter was now on, and theoretically, within half an hour, as long as the drone was still in this airspace and wandered into the range of signal reception, it would detect this weak signal.
And all he needed to do was watch these drug dealers infight here, then sit back and wait for the assault team to arrive, pretend to be panicked and flee with these drug traffickers, keeping the source of the signal close to these drug lords, so that in the end, none of them could escape.
The plan was perfect, but reality was cruel.
Joaquin's n, this ti, dragged Song Heping into the ss.
Two tall n under Joaquin quickly returned, bringing another guy with them.
When that person was brought up, the other drug lords present imdiately showed surprised expressions.
Leva couldn't help exclaiming: "Mr. H!?"
Mr. H?
Song Heping's heart skipped a beat, and to conceal his shock, he took a sip of juice from his cup.
Wasn't this the sa Mr. H whom the drug lords had been discussing as the liaison between the CIA and the xican drug cartels?
How was he caught?!
Damn it!
Song Heping had a bad feeling.
Between two mbers of the Sinoloa Group, stood a blond-haired, blue-eyed man looking over forty years old, his hands seed to be handcuffed behind his back, yet he stood with a straight spine, appearing from his deanor to be a military man.
"Mr. H!?" Moreno, the boss of the Templar Knights, saw the newcor and was greatly shocked.
He imdiately turned to Joaquin: "Are you crazy?"
Mr. H, all the drug dealers who have seen him only knew him by this na.
Anyone in this business knows it's not a real na, and no one uses their real na.
Obviously, Mr. H is just a pseudonym.
However, there was one thing everyone knew: Mr. H was no small fry.
Simply put, he was the black glove, with a role similar to that of Song Heping in relation to the military leaders of the Iraqi Army.
When the CIA's Secret Action Departnt wanted to do drug business in xico, Mr. H was their agent.
After all, many operations of foreign secret activities were not transparent, and the funding couldn't possibly be approved by Congress. Without these funds, many operations could not be carried out.
Hence, Mr. H was responsible for helping the overseas operations gather funds here, and the money collected served as a small treasury for CIA foreign operations, which could be allocated to any project in need of support at any ti.
Mr. H would also ensure the drug business for the five major families, informing the drug lords when and from where it was safest to cross borders and fabricating docunts for them that could allow them to easily pass through heavily patrolled U.S.-xico borders and even across Europe in the guise of various companies, civil organizations, and even the military.
In other words, Mr. H's background is nothing but a puppet, with CIA behind him.
Although more than a year ago, Joaquin collaborated with the other four families to turn against the CIA, gradually from listening to not listening to ultimately not giving a damn.
But up until now, it was not to the point of life and death between them, at least the facade wasn't completely torn.
And now Mr. H had been abducted, was this to completely turn hostile and make a complete break?
This was the thought that flashed through the minds of both Leva and Moreno.
In response to Moreno's query, Joaquin remained indifferent but turned towards Mr. H and said: "Mr. H, I apologize for the inconvenience, but I can't be too careful, you are a benefactor to , as well as my shield and lifesaver, without you..."
Joaquin looked around, pausing briefly when his gaze swept across Song Heping's face.
Then he showed a strange smile and pointed upwards.
"Otherwise, there might be planes dropping bombs on my head."
Hearing this, Song Heping's heart trembled.
Damn it!
Had he been exposed?!
Joaquin was clearly referring to the drone in the sky, but what he didn't know was that this ti an attack drone had not been dispatched, instead, there was an electronic reconnaissance plane in the air.
But this was enough to shock Song Heping.
He suddenly realized there were reasons why a person like Joaquin had been rampant in xico's hellish drug market for so many years.
He sneakily glanced at Balrot, calculating ti in his heart.
According to estimates, in another twenty minutes or so, the Secret Action Departnt should be able to detect the location of his signal.
Stall.
Only stall.
Remain calm in any sudden changes.
Otherwise, he would really die here this ti.
Currently, his biggest worry was this Mr. H.
It was uncertain how tight-lipped he could be.
And it was not clear if he knew about the recent secret dealings between himself and Kelly.
This made Song Heping uneasy.
Mr. H, escorted by others, knelt in front of everyone, head hung with traces of blood at the corner of his mouth.
Without asking, one would know he had suffered physical pain.
"Let introduce everyone." Joaquin pointed to Mr. H and said: "You are all familiar with him, and you have all dealt with him before, except you didn't know his na before, right?"
The other people in the room looked at each other, then shook their heads.
Joaquin turned to Mr. H, "Well? How about introducing yourself?"
Mr. H trembled, licked his sowhat dry lips, and said in a low voice, "My na is Harrington, I'm a CIA agent in the Secret Action Departnt's South Arica division, codena H."
Upon saying this, Harrington lifted his head to look at Joaquin, "Shorty, do you have any idea what the consequences of tying up here might be?"
"Of course, I do. I'm not an idiot!" Joaquin stood up, speaking loudly like a big shot delivering a lecture at a podium, "Don't try to pressure with your CIA secret agent status. We knew about your close relationship with the CIA when you dealt with us before, we knew you were with the CIA even without you saying it. But I'm not afraid of you bureaucrats!"
He slowly circled around the table and approached Harrington, then crouched beside him and asked, "During the previous interrogation, you ntioned there's a mole among our guests today. Who is it? Point them out now."
Harrington started shaking, his head drooping lower and lower, but he remained silent.
Joaquin's words shocked everyone present.
"A mole?!"
Leva was the first to jump up from his chair.
"Shorty! Who's the mole?!"
Joaquin smiled, "Why don't you ask Mr. Harrington?"
After that, his sharp, eagle-like gaze swept across everyone in the room again.
Leva lunged forward, grabbing Harrington, "Speak! If you speak, you might save your own life."
Harrington still remained silent.
Joaquin taunted from the side, "Leva, it won't work asking like that. Do you think agents are pushovers? Do you think they'll talk just because you ask?"
Leva said unhappily, "If you're so capable, you try!"
Joaquin snorted, walked over to Harrington, took out a cell phone from his pocket and said, "The weather is really nice today. The weather forecast in California says it's sunny all day, a lot of people went to the beach."
Harrington started trembling again.
Song Heping noticed sothing amiss.
He thought to himself that Joaquin must be playing the sa old trick again.
Using people's family mbers as a threat.
These drug traffickers always liked to play with things that would affect the families.
But undoubtedly, such an old-fashioned thod was effective.
Joaquin opened his phone, pulled up a video, "This video was just sent by my people there, absolutely fresh. Take a look."
Song Heping glanced at Joaquin's phone and saw a surreptitiously fild video on the beach.
Blue sky, white clouds, beachgoers.
Laughter and frolic could be heard in the background, creating a scene of serenity and peace.
However, Harrington's face turned paler and paler until there was not a trace of color left.
Joaquin was triumphant, "You can choose not to speak, but I can instantly have soone send my regards to your family."
Sweat beads dripped down Harrington's face as he stared intently at Joaquin, "Shorty, you're digging your own grave! If you do this, the CIA will hunt you down to the ends of the earth."
"Ends of the earth my ass! I'm not going anywhere! I'll be in xico! Before your so-called pursuit cos, let's see what happens to your family, shall we?"
Joaquin held the winning hand.
"Your two daughters are really pretty. They're still young, one in high school, the other in middle school. Oh God, I can hardly bear it, but if you don't cooperate, I'd be more than happy to have my n entertain them."
As he spoke, a aningful glint shone in his eyes.
Harrington was still shaking.
But Joaquin turned off the video, then picked up the phone, dialed a number, "Start the operation now, kill the older one, take the two young ones, have fun with them, enjoy yourself, and after you're done, sell them to Eastern Europe."
Eastern Europe, famous for human trafficking, a hotspot for underground human trade.
As a CIA agent, Harrington was of course well-aware.
"Enough! I'll talk!"
He still gave in.
"Wait, wait for my order," Joaquin commanded to halt the action, then asked Harrington, "Now will you talk? Who among us is the mole?"
"I've heard..."
Harrington's breathing beca rapid.
"Take your ti. No need to hurry. Just point them out. But I must remind you, if you commit suicide, I will still take care of your wife and children without fail, understand?"
Joaquin seed to notice sothing as he reminded Harrington.
Harrington turned his head to look at the smug-faced Joaquin, gritting his teeth, "Shorty, you are a damned scumbag!"
Joaquin spread his hands, "I am a scumbag, do you think I see myself as a good person? Even my mother doesn't think I'm a good person. She is a devout religious woman, when I killed my first person at the age of twelve, she called scum. But what does it all matter?"
Harrington realized he had no leverage or threat over the drug lord in front of him, who was indeed a scumbag, but scumbags have one advantage, as long as you have a low enough bottom line, no one can hurt you.
"I've heard... that the Secret Action Departnt is planning a big operation recently, working with an Easterner, planning to use a large drug deal to lure out Balrot..."
Although Song Heping maintained his composure, his heart was already pounding furiously.
Damn, things are going south!
He glanced at his watch.
Fifteen minutes left.
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