Song Heping's first thought was that the person in front of him, who had already betrayed the CIA, absolutely could not be allowed to live.
Death.
He could only die.
Otherwise, the whole affair would be ruined.
Suddenly, he noticed that the gaze of every Drug Lord present was fixed on him.
Hmm...
This feeling...
When the most fierce Drug Lords in the world are staring at you, suspecting you to be an undercover...
Song Heping finally knew what this feeling tasted like.
A layer of cold sweat seeped out on his back.
But quickly, he cald himself down.
Panicking was useless!
If panicking could save lives, then he should definitely start panicking imdiately.
Unfortunately, that would only lead to his demise!
When you're dealt a shitty hand and you've already sat down at the gambling table, the only right thing to do isn't to throw in your cards and surrender, but to go all in.
If you don't gamble, you're definitely dead!
If you gamble, there's still a chance to live!
Song Heping's mind worked like a high-speed CPU, rapidly processing.
anwhile, he had to act innocent.
So, he spread his hands and asked everyone, "Why are you all looking at ? Do you think I'm the mole?!"
Saying that, Song Heping suddenly stood up, feigning anger and said, "The location was arranged by you, the eting ti was set by you. When I arrived, you pulled out a so-called CIA agent and then suspected of being the mole!"
The room suddenly fell silent.
Balrot's gaze remained fixed on Song Heping, never leaving him, watching every slight change in his expression.
He had underestimated Song Heping.
Before standing up, Song Heping was already hypnotizing himself - "I am innocent!"
He had to fully convince himself and imrse in this role.
The slightest compromise or hesitation might cause him to fall into an abyss, dead without a place to bury.
There was one more thing Song Heping was certain of.
That was Joaquin didn't have 100% concrete evidence against him.
Because after his furious questioning, Joaquin did not imdiately produce evidence to completely finish him off, but instead turned towards Harrington.
"That man from the East, do you have more specific intelligence?"
Harrington shook his head.
Joaquin picked up the phone and called his subordinate in California.
"Move."
"No!"
Harrington raised his head and started screaming madly, "I really don't know, I was not involved in this operation. My superior only asked to provide so information about you more than half a month ago, and what I told was only bits and pieces of information I heard internally! I was not part of the operation! I really didn't know!"
He desperately pleaded with Joaquin, almost hopelessly.
Joaquin held the phone, seemingly weighing whether to continue.
Actually, killing Harrington's wife and selling his daughters were just the final moves.
Even Joaquin knew what consequences he would face for doing such a thing to an agent.
All along, there has been a tacit understanding between the xican drug cartels and the Arican CIA and DEA. The relationship between them isn't simply defined by the words friend and foe.
Maintaining the balance in this relationship is the rule.
What is the rule?
Actually, no one could explain clearly.
But there were precedents of breaking the rules.
For instance, in the 80s, a DEA agent was undercover in xico and ended up being kidnapped by the drug cartel and tortured for over thirty hours with inhumane thods, including injections to keep the undercover awake during torture, skinning, fracturing bones, drilling into the skull, and so on.
Actually, that wasn't the worst part. What crossed the line was that the cartel then distributed photos of the torture process everywhere, boasting about their actions.
That touched the Aricans' raw nerve.
It imdiately alard the White House; the President ordered the destruction of this drug cartel at all costs.
Afterward, the DEA also stopped playing by the rules, sending a large number of agents and Special Forces mbers into xico to hunt down the executives of that cartel, employing thods no different from triads, as ruthless as possible.
The end result was that many of the cartel's executives and key mbers vanished, the organization was completely destroyed, and the boss ended up in jail and was later extradited to the United States for trial.
That is the rule.
If you find my man is undercover, you can kill him, but you can't publicize it broadly, let alone drag and harm his family.
Therefore, Joaquin was very aware of all the consequences that this order could bring, and unless absolutely necessary, he was reluctant to do it.
Finally, he chose to trust Harrington and stopped the order.
But just as he turned to continue with further questioning, Song Heping dashed like lightning, grabbed Harrington from the ground, and slamd him against a column behind.
"Look at ! Tell ! Am I an undercover agent! Don't fra here! Who doesn't know I previously helped ELN eliminate AUC, who doesn't know CIA is after my life?! Tell ! Say it out loud! Am I the undercover you ntioned?!"
The sudden turn of events caused everyone present to jump up from their seats.
Surrounding bodyguards sward in, more than ten gun barrels pointed at Song Heping's head.
Harrington was so startled by Song Heping's assault that his mind went blank, shaking his head continuously and shouting, "I don't know! I only knew it was an Eastern man!"
"Mr. Song, what are you trying to do? Silence him?!"
Joaquin stepped forward, staring coldly at Song Heping, his eyes filled with suspicion.
"What are you afraid of if you have no guilty conscience?!"
"What am I afraid of?!"
Song Heping released Harrington, who finally caught his breath and retreated to one side, coughing continuously, trying to keep as far away from Song Heping as possible.
Song Heping turned to Joaquin, and the two stared into each other's eyes for a mont.
Suddenly, Song Heping sneered, "Shorty, you trying to back out of our deal!?"
Joaquin was taken aback. "Back out? What deal am I backing out of?!"
Song Heping said, "My ten tons of goods are gone. According to the rules, I'm entitled to a claim. And you, damn it, you play the good guy, saying you'd help contact Balrot to diate, and then you set up like this?!"
He pointed his finger at Balrot.
"Damn it, you set up this special agent to stage this double act in front of ?! Isn't it just because you don't want to pay compensation? Fuck your ancestors! Let tell you, although your group is powerful, you'd better call Morins and ask who I am. If I die, do you think the ELN ard forces will let you off? Will my Defense Company let you off?!"
"Are you threatening ?!" Joaquin also got angry.
In xico, no one dared to threaten him like this.
This Chinese had the gall to openly threaten him at such an event!
"You think I wouldn't dare kill you?!"
After saying that, he pulled out a pistol and pressed it against Song Heping's forehead.
"Kid, you have no idea whose territory this is!"
"Hahaha!"
Song Heping said, "You just want to kill to shut up, right? I've hit a sore spot. Shorty, I previously called you 'sir' out of respect, but let be honest—"
He turned back to see Valle and the others, who were staring in disbelief.
These people were stunned.
They had never seen such a brazen person.
To openly threaten Shorty.
Who is Shorty?
The boss of Sinoloa Group!
A notorious gang drug lord!
Even xico's presidential candidates and mayors wouldn't hesitate before him.
And Song Heping dared to openly threaten him?
By this ti, Song Heping had already gone all out.
He knew his only option was to fight; otherwise, he would surely die.
At this mont, he had completed the initial setup.
It was nearly half an hour.
The signal would soon be picked up, and then the raid team would arrive.
But the Aricans are unreliable; the CIA often endangers their own n, which made Song Heping sowhat uneasy.
He even regretted not insisting his own company's team join in the operation.
Better to rely on oneself than others, even the CIA couldn't be trusted.
"I know what you're planning! Damn!"
Song Heping began to stir up the emotions of others, intending to pin the bla on Shorty!
Disturb the waters first at the sign of trouble!
Song Heping had learned this principle in tactical training before.
This principle, no matter in the military or in any other matter, is useful.
If used correctly, it can turn misfortune into a blessing.
He pointed at Joaquin and said, "I now understand why you invited so many people here today, I just wanted you to help et Balrot at the front line, but coming here I realized the biggest drug lord in xico has arrived, I was wondering, was it necessary? Now I finally understand, you bastard want to catch everyone in one go! And then fra this ss on ! Are you colluding with the CIA, trying to wipe out all the major groups and then dominate by cooperating with the CIA? FUCK YOU!"
With Song Heping saying that, Joaquin was completely dumbfounded.
And the people around him seed to suddenly see through the fog.
Leva said, "Shorty, you're indeed deadly!"
Lucas had previously suffered silently, but now that Joaquin was blad, of course, he wouldn't miss this opportunity, and he also darkly said, "Shorty, just now you said I conspired with your n to intercept everyone's goods, I thought it was just internal strife, but you directly want to conspire with outsiders to kill us, huh!"
Moreno, although he couldn't believe it, also beca very suspicious and looked at Joaquin, his eyes full of doubt.
Joaquin was stunned at this mont.
The situation changed too fast.
He wasn't afraid of these people doing anything to him here.
He could have his subordinates kill everyone present at any mont.
But if he really did that, it would be akin to admitting that he had colluded with outsiders to eliminate the four major families, which would confirm Song Heping's accusations.
"Wait!"
Joaquin could only put away his gun.
"Everyone, calm down! Have you all gone mad?! , swallow you up?! Collude with the CIA?!"
As he spoke, he himself got sowhat confused.
"I invited you here today to unite against the CIA, how did it beco that I colluded with the CIA to wipe you out?!"
Suddenly, as if he understood sothing, he turned to Song Heping: "Kid, you're just stirring the pot! What evidence do you have?!"
Everyone present was stunned again.
Right.
Can't just listen to Song Heping's side of the story.
Where's the evidence?
Even drug dealers need evidence, right?
Everyone's gaze fell on Song Heping.
But Song Heping wasn't panicked at all; he had already planned and was prepared. Now he was just waiting to trap Joaquin with this charge of collusion.
"You think I don't have any? I actually do—"
After saying this, he walked over to Harrington and pointed at the special agent, saying, "He is the evidence!"
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