Construction problems outside Altiblano Prison were not addressed by the prison authorities through formal channels until two days later.
Early that morning, Gus took his subordinates with the proper paperwork to the construction site.
With the official judicial procedures, the construction site managers did not obstruct them.
Construction was halted, the machinery stopped, allowing Gus and his team to conduct a search and inspection.
However, half an hour later, Gus and his subordinates gloomily left the construction site.
"How is it? Are you going to arrest anyone?"
The foreman arrogantly extended his hands in front of Gus.
This was a provocation.
Because Gus had found nothing.
The construction at the site involved the enlargent of underground drainage pipes; even two of his subordinates went underground, took a cara, and fild for a long ti, but discovered nothing.
Everything was normal.
There were no irregularities.
Therefore, now the foreman could so boldly provoke Gus, suggesting he arrest him.
Gus was fuming with anger.
Nevertheless, he had no way to deal with the foreman.
"Humph!"
In the end, all he could do was huff and, without saying a word, left with his team, looking dejected.
While Gus was conducting the search at the site, less than two hundred ters away in a cluttered residential area, behind the window of a three-story building, Song Heping put down his binoculars, a smile playing on his lips.
He went downstairs.
This house was newly purchased. The courtyard was large but already enclosed by a tarpaulin erected as a screen, making the inside of the yard invisible from the outside.
The first floor of the house had been cleared out, and the floor was opened up to reveal the yellow soil beneath. There were several drilling rigs in the yard, corners filled with dirt, and a huge hole about one and a half ters wide in the living room floor.
Song Heping walked to the edge of the hole and looked down.
A tal ladder extended vertically to the bottom of the hole, from which the buzzing sound of machinery could be heard.
He turned and asked Pardo, the construction supervisor here, "How much longer will the work take?"
"If we work round the clock, it will be finished in less than a month. We've already dug a hundred ters."
Pardo glanced toward the prison and added, "The greatest risk is the last hundred ters, which will enter the prison area. If the noise is too loud, it will attract the guards' attention."
Song Heping said, "When we enter the last hundred ters, I will have the construction crew on the highway work overti through the night, making as much noise as possible, so they won't hear the construction sound from your side."
He paused, then continued, "Are you sure you can accurately dig right under the cells of Joaquin and Balrot?"
"It can be done. Once the main tunnel is completed, the path will pass right underneath their cells. At that point, we'll deploy six teams simultaneously to start work, drilling through their toilets. As long as we're careful, we can definitely rescue them."
Pardo was Shorty's man.
He was also brought in by Shorty's confidante, Cassandra.
Since he needed a reliable construction crew, Cassandra introduced Pardo to Song Heping.
At that mont, Song Heping realized that Shorty's business involved more than just drug dealing.
In fact, Shorty had amassed a great deal of money from drug trafficking.
Since it was illicit money, he also needed to launder part of it.
Shorty had secretly invested in many legitimate industries, including construction.
Pardo is the owner of a construction company, in reality just one of Shorty's money laundering fronts.
Having him in charge of the project couldn't be more fitting.
As for the construction crew on the street, they too are Shorty's n.
They were responsible for bribing city officials to secure this low-profit project, making excessive noise with their daily construction, all to harass the inmates in section six of the prison and lower their vigilance.
Every drug lord is backed by a massive legitimate industry for money laundering, not just Shorty, but also the like of the five families or Balrot.
Thus, these private business networks are their core secrets, as confidential as the locations where they hide their cash, absolutely not to be leaked.
After inspecting the construction, Song Heping drove back to his residence.
Upon his return, he saw police cars parked near the driveway.
Since the last attack, two police cars have been stationed nearby daily to ensure his safety.
After all, he was now working with the CIA, sothing the xican governnt was certainly aware of.
If he were to be assassinated, the police would find it difficult to explain to the United States Governnt.
While Song Heping continued to swim and sunbathe in his villa, Ganard and his n in Altiblano Prison were forced to endure the noise from the construction every day.
Eventually, even the guards stationed on the wall towers couldn't stand it anymore, and each bought a pair of earplugs to wear during their shifts for peace.
Ti flew by rapidly.
The project was proceeding smoothly.
Under the cover of municipal construction noise, a 400-ter tunnel from a three-story building near the prison to the underground of the sixth section was finally completed.
With access to the underground utility maps and architectural blueprints, the construction workers easily located the cells of the personnel from the five families.
These locations were provided by Song Heping, who recently has been frequently visiting the prison, ostensibly to persuade defectors, but in reality to negotiate.
Hunter and others were puzzled as to why Song Heping would want to rescue people from the five families.
These were people Song Heping personally had incarcerated.
And now he was personally rescuing them.
Isn't this redundant?
Hunter had asked Song Heping about this, but received no answer, only a mysterious smile, saying they would understand when the ti ca.
And that day finally arrived.
Twenty days later, as the prison guards at Altiblano Prison had grown accustod to wearing earplugs during their shifts, a secret tunnel was quietly crossing their periter, precisely extending to the sixth section following the architectural blueprints and marked positions.
During these few days, the lawyers of the five families' drug lords had submitted requests for etings, visiting their employers in prison.
The xican governnt still hadn't budged, and negotiations with the United States were still at a stalemate, with no intention to extradite these drug traffickers.
The date for their first court appearance was drawing near, and recently the xican public has been heatedly discussing this topic, speculating how many years the drug lords, led by Shorty, would be sentenced.
anwhile, 100 kiloters west of the Reviya Xihedo Islands on the Pacific Ocean surface, a tropical storm was forming, moving eastward at a speed of 30 kiloters per hour, expected to reach central southern xico in three days.
As xico, typically known for its hot weather, suddenly welcod a hint of coolness, Song Heping stood on the balcony of his villa, looking at the distant dark clouds, feeling a premonition of an impending storm.
The phone rang.
He took it out and answered; it was Cassandra.
"Mr. Song, the tunnel to the cells is expected to be completely dug through by tomorrow night."
"Let's wait. Have your n double-check for another two days to ensure everything is 100% problem-free before proceeding. Wait for my signal to act."
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