Mercenaries, I Will Be King Chapter 562 - 506: You Think I Wouldn't Dare?!

"Him?!"

The drug lords were all stunned.

Joaquin reacted after being dazed for two seconds, "You're asking for death!"

The gun was once again pressed against Song Heping's forehead.

"What, you want to kill to shut up?"

Song Heping's calm deanor made the other drug lords present start to question their existence.

They felt that this Mr. Song might actually be telling the truth.

"Shorty! Let him finish what he is saying! Otherwise, you really are trying to silence soone!"

Lucas took advantage of the mont while everyone's attention was focused on Song Heping.

"Let him speak!"

Leva also stepped forward and looked coldly at Joaquin.

"Shorty, I think we should listen to what he has to say before deciding whether to kill him or not."

Even Moreno, who had always stood by Joaquin, showed signs of wavering.

He spread his hands and said, "We need to let people speak, right? Unless you..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

But everyone knew what the rest would have been.

Joaquin felt like his chest was about to explode.

This Chinese guy nad Song truly was a nightmare.

He didn't have exactly a friendship with these fellow colleagues, but they had been dealing with each other for more than just a couple of days.

They were actually doubting him over this guy, who had been there for less than an hour?

Joaquin's killing intent increased.

This man must not be left alive!

Seeing the situation was about to erupt, Balrot quickly tried to defuse it: "Everyone, calm down. This guy is full of tricks. I have been secretly investigating this matter since the batch of goods I transported for him had issues because it was just too suspicious. Harrington was kidnapped by my n, it had nothing to do with Shorty."

"How dare you, Balrot! You have the audacity to doubt ?! You think you're qualified?!"

Song Heping unleashed another barrage of firepower.

"I entrusted you with ten tons of top-grade goods, and I gave you millions of US Dollars as a down paynt. Not only did you lose my goods, but you also thought you could kill to silence ?! Let tell you, this isn't over! Killing won't help. From now on, don't even think about mixing in xico. ELN will definitely send people after you, and my people won't let you off either. Don't think you can do whatever you want just because this is your territory, I'm telling you, no way!"

Balrot was furious, nearly wanting to devour Song Heping alive.

All indications pointed to Song Heping being involved.

Including the disappearance of the Brody brothers.

They were said to have been captured by the DEA, but Balrot didn't believe it.

He suspected that the brothers were already dead.

Just didn't know where they were buried.

He knew his n well; the Brody brothers would rather die than betray him. The location for the transaction was so secretive, yet the DEA was able to pinpoint it, and three sites had issues all at once - this was even less likely than winning a lottery.

He had every reason to believe Song Heping was behind it.

"What Harrington said is evidence. Eastern faces are rare here; who else could it be besides you?"

"FUCK YOU!" Song Heping was not polite with Balrot at all.

Now he had to maintain high pressure.

If he showed the slightest sign of weakness, once the others ca to their senses, it would be a dead end.

He had to keep them completely off-balance.

With a little more ti, the arrival of reinforcents would an his victory.

Success or failure, it was all in these short ten or twenty minutes.

"So you're saying evidence is just evidence?! Was it you who kidnapped Harrington? Balrot, how co I feel like you have switched sides to the CIA or DEA?"

Suddenly, he pointed at Harrington and said, "He definitely has a tracker on him! Definitely! He's deliberately setting up to wipe us all out!"

When he said the last part, Song Heping displayed a shocked expression, sweeping his gaze over Valle and the others.

At the ntion of the word "tracker", Valle and his group were so startled that their hair stood on end.

Aricans loved to play with tracking, and then carry out targeted elimination.

"We can't stay here, we must leave!"

Leva was the first to turn around to leave.

"Hahaha!"

Joaquin suddenly burst into laughter.

He pointed at Song Heping and looked at Leva with disdain: "Leva, have you gone crazy from all your acting? Who do you think I, Joaquin, am? You think I'd bring soone here? And a tracking device?! Really think I don't have a brain?!"

He tapped his own head.

"When you all ca here, do you have any idea what kind of checks you went through? Have you no concept of how many security checks there were? My people use the best equipnt, military-grade. Could they possibly not detect soone carrying a tracking device? Any signal source wouldn't escape my eyes!"

With that said, Leva and the others were stumped again.

It was true.

Everyone underwent strict security checks on arrival.

Including vehicles and people.

Except for cutting people open, they employed every thod, stricter than at airports.

Under these circumstances, hiding a tracking device was truly impossible.

Doubts were once again cast towards Song Heping.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Song Heping scoffed coldly: "I know your equipnt is good, and of course, your equipnt can detect tracking signals, but all what you said assus you are innocent. If you intended to eliminate and everyone here, all equipnt would be pointless—even if you moved the security protocol from Langley's entrance here, it would be useless!"

"It looks like he's right..."

Leva and the others, whose stance had just softened, were again firmly anchored in place.

If Joaquin and Balrot were planning to eliminate them, then what use were any security thods and devices?

This place was Joaquin's territory; if he said there was no signal, there was no signal; if he said there was no tracker, there was no tracker.

"It's simple to prove whether there is a tracking device!"

Joaquin suddenly realized he had been foolish.

He had been arguing with Song Heping here for so long, spitting at each other's faces, but he forgot that he had the technical ans right here to verify the presence of a tracking device.

"Barry! Get so people to move the scanning equipnt over from the car!"

"Alright, boss!"

Barry was obedient. As soon as Joaquin finished speaking, with a wave of his hand, he and two subordinates quickly ran to the parking lot.

Song Heping watched all this with a cold look, internally laughing to himself.

Okay then!

Science, right?

Technology, right?

Proving your innocence, right?!

Damn it, I've been setting this up for so long, just waiting for you at this very spot!

Soon, the equipnt was brought over.

And it looked very expensive and cutting-edge.

It was clear that Joaquin knew he was deeply culpable, hence he had spared no expense on security, from technology to equipnt.

"Scan him!"

Joaquin pointed at Harrington crouching on the ground.

Several gangster-like n rushed up, lifted Harrington, and brought him to the scanner.

A Sinoloa Group mber who understood the technology turned on the power switch and started scanning Harrington with the equipnt.

Initially, there were no reactions.

Joaquin sneered: "See! This kid is just stirring up trouble! What damn tracking device! Thinking he could bring a tracker into my mansion? If he can do that, I'll call him God…"

Before he could finish speaking, the device suddenly started beeping rapidly, the noise urgent.

Joaquin swallowed the rest of his words back down, his eyes bulging nearly two inches, almost popping out.

"What's going on?!"

His hair stood on end from shock.

He knew that the scanner would sound an alarm when it encountered an electronic signal.

This ant that Harrington indeed had a tracking device on him!

"Oh! Now you say there isn't one!?" Song Heping, looking as though a great injustice had been avenged, angrily pointed at Joaquin: "You're goddamn colluding with the CIA!"

Joaquin was at a loss for words, wanting to say sothing, but seeming unable to speak, all excuses pale and powerless in the face of evidence.

Leva and a few others along with their subordinates imdiately whipped out their guns, pointing them at Joaquin's n.

Then Joaquin's people also drew their guns, aiming at Leva and his n.

Both sides imdiately stood tensely at an impasse, weapons drawn.