Three nights later.
The tropical storm finally reached the coast of xico, bringing ample rainfall to the entire south-central region, which was undoubtedly a welco event for water-strapped xico.
It has been raining nonstop since last night.
It began as a pitter-patter in the beginning, but by four in the morning, it had turned into a torrential downpour. By this morning, the sun did not shine in the sky as usual, replaced by thick dark clouds.
The entire xico City was shrouded in darkness, as if it were evening.
Cassandra received a call from Song Heping in the morning.
"Notify the construction crew to start work, break through everyone's toilets tonight."
"Okay, I'll arrange it right away."
After hanging up, Cassandra held the phone and zoned out for a long ti.
He didn't know whether to thank Song Heping or to kill the guy.
Admittedly, after this half a month's interaction, Cassandra admitted that this Chinese guy was tough.
Everything was within his control, and nothing went wrong at all.
But he believed that his boss, Shorty Joaquin, was definitely not on the sa page as soone like Song Heping.
The conditions Song Heping demanded were Balrot's smuggling network and the loyalty of the Sinoloa Group.
That was a big joke.
Let alone that Balrot wasn't dead, even if he were, his network and organization should be rged into the Sinoloa Group.
With his boss's way of doing things, he would definitely swallow this piece of fat.
How could they just give it away to a CIA man for nothing?
From what he knew about his boss, he would definitely turn against this Mr. Song after escaping from prison.
Naive Chinese.
Do they think that what a drug lord promises he will certainly do?
Once back in the business, what could he use to threaten his boss?
But before the escape was successful, Cassandra still needed to fully cooperate with Song Heping's operation.
He imdiately sent out the orders.
The road construction crew and the underground tunnel crew began to work in the rain.
The escape was scheduled for two in the morning.
In the evening, Song Heping brought his n to the tunnel entrance house to et with Cassandra.
"Care for a cup of coffee?"
Song Heping set up a stove to boil water for coffee and extended the invitation to Cassandra.
Considering the upcoming all-nighter, Cassandra naturally wouldn't refuse the kind offer.
He settled into a folding chair, took the cup from Song Heping across from him, and waited for Song Heping to pour hot water into the cup containing instant coffee. His gaze, however, kept stealthily glancing at the Chinese man opposite him.
"What's the matter? Cassandra, do you have sothing to say to ?"
Song Heping took the initiative to ask.
Cassandra was startled for a mont, his gaze dodged, and after hesitating he tentatively asked, "After they all get out, Mr. Song, are you planning on letting my boss and the others leave from here?"
He had noticed that the people around this house right now were all Song Heping's n.
They were fully ard, arriving in bulletproof vehicles, and looked like seasoned veterans at a glance.
Perhaps, Song Heping had a backup plan?
Were there more troops of his lying in ambush nearby?
To be safe, they needed to get out of here.
Cassandra didn't care about the other families, but his boss had already decided to move to the mountains to hide for a while after getting out this ti.
Once the escape of the drug lords from the prison was discovered, xico City would definitely face a complete blockade by the police, and even the military might be called in; by then, not even a fly could possibly get out.
Therefore, leaving xico City for the mountains near Ascensión was the only way to truly gain freedom.
"Of course, they'll leave from here. Don't you have your own vehicles? I'm a man of my word. Later, you'll drive your vehicles to leave, to avoid any suspicion that we've installed trackers in them."
When it ca to tracking devices, Cassandra rembered that the reason the bosses got caught in one fell swoop before was that this Chinese man had a tracking device on him when he went straight to the villa.
Now he was candidly saying that to avoid suspicion they should use their own prepared vehicles instead of vehicles provided by them.
This attitude was puzzling.
Was he not smart?
What could he do to make his boss listen to him after he left?
Song Heping appeared very relaxed, smilingly finished his coffee, and casually leaned against the wall, saying to Jiang Feng, "Jiang Feng, keep an eye on their construction, check the progress. I'm not going to be hands-on, just handle this little matter."
After finishing speaking, he closed his eyes halfway, beginning to rest.
Just a few hundred ters away in the prison, inside the administrative building of the sixth prison block, Gardner stood at the window, watching the construction site in the heavy rain for a good ten minutes.
"Have they gone mad?"
Gardner said to Gus, "When you searched last ti, you sure didn't find anything fishy in their construction site?"
Gus was very certain, "Absolutely nothing."
Ganard turned away from the window and paced a few steps before suddenly turning to Gus, "Sothing's off! Take dozens of n over there now and check it again!"
"Go in again?!"
Gus reluctantly said, "Last ti we already drew complaints from the municipal departnt, and this ti we have no procedures..."
"Weren't there procedures last ti? There are no rules stipulating how many tis we can check!" Police Chief Ganard had an eerie premonition, for he had seen municipal workers in xico willing to work overti on a rainy night.
There must be sothing wrong in there!
Gus reluctantly conceded, "Fine."
He turned to leave, muttering under his breath, as if cursing sothing.
After Gus left, Ganard began pacing back and forth in the office again.
At the end, he turned quickly to his desk, grabbed the phone, and swiftly dialed the duty room extension.
"Bren? This is Ganard."
"Sir, what can I do for you?"
"Any abnormalities with Shorty and his people today?"
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"No, officer, they are just like usual; Shorty is still sitting on his bed without moving."
"Is that so?"
Ganard felt puzzled.
He rubbed his head, the right eyelid that had been twitching slightly.
"Rember to keep a close eye on the surveillance tonight, make sure the guards patrolling the corridors watch carefully, don't let anything go wrong."
"Officer, that cell block is so clear you can even see them when they are asleep or half their body when they take a shower, nothing will happen, unless soone could breach the prison."
"I am reminding you to be vigilant tonight..."
Ganard was saying this when suddenly a rumble of thunder ca from the sky outside.
He instinctively looked out the window.
At the construction site next to the road, Gus and his n had already clashed with the construction workers, and he saw several of his n squeeze into the fence.
"Alright then, that's it, keep your eyes peeled, stay sharp! I have a feeling sothing is going to happen..."
"Okay, officer, I think the noise from the recent construction site has left everyone a bit worn out, I suggest you get so rest early tonight with earplugs in, the sky isn't falling down..."
"Uh..."
Ganard mumbled a response and then hung up the phone.
Not long after, Gus appeared in the office, soaking wet.
"Officer, our n have gone in and checked, they are indeed just expanding the underground sewage pipes, no issues at all."
"Hmm?"
Ganard rose from his chair with confusion.
He still couldn't bring himself to believe Gus's report.
"Did you personally go in and see with your own eyes?"
"Eyes of my own, personally!" There wasn't half a hint of vagueness in Gus's answer.
"Alright, go take a shower and change clothes first, maybe I'm just being sensitive..."
Ganard gestured with his hand, dismissing Gus.
Outside, the construction site seed to be retaliating against the previous intrusion of the prison guards, as the excavators seed to have their throttles floored, emitting a deafening roar.
Ganard quickly stuffed earplugs into his ears, cursing at the damn municipal workers in his heart.
Then he returned to his bed, picked up a book, and read for a little while before dozing off.
Two o'clock in the morning.
The surveillance staff in the monitoring room had started yawning.
Outside the doors of the drug lords, the guards with earplugs patrolled back and forth every few minutes.
But there was no sign of anything fresh.
All those drug lords were lying in their beds fast asleep.
Just as the patrolling guard left again, the surveillance officer in the monitoring room saw Shorty climb out of bed, pull up his pants, and run into the toilet to squat on the toilet.
The surveillance officer yawned again, stretched, leaned back, and closed his eyes.
About ten seconds later, he reopened his eyes.
Suddenly, he noticed that several drug lords had gotten up one after another and all headed to the toilet.
"Fuck!"
He coldly cursed, "They're taking shits in the middle of the night with such fucking synchrony..."
Bored, he whistled and then took out his phone to ssage his live-in girlfriend, as it was her birthday today, and had it not been for his shift, he would have already finished dinner and gone to the bar to celebrate.
His fingers flew across the phone, typing a ssage—Sweetheart, I will make up for the birthday celebration tomorrow.
Shortly after, a reply ca—Okay, my love, are you still on duty?
"Yeah, still on duty, these damn drug lords' fault..."
"Then you get back to it, I'll wait for you at ho. Goodbye, a thousand kisses to you."
"A thousand kisses to you."
The surveillance officer put away his phone with a sweet smile and looked back at the monitors.
He discovered that the figures of the drug lords had disappeared from several monitors.
All these guys had not co out of the bathroom.
"What did they eat that they've been in there so long?"
The bathroom was the only blind spot of the cara, where there was a 1.3-ter high concrete wall. Actually, even if they were standing to bathe, only the sensitive parts would be covered; the body could only be hidden when squatting down for a big one.
This was the last bit of dignity and privacy given to the drug lords; the surveillance was to the extre.
He glanced at his watch.
Ten minutes had passed.
So he waited.
Twenty minutes...
Thirty minutes...
Forty minutes...
Not a single person stood up from the toilet.
"Huh?"
In the monitors, he saw the guard patrolling outside the cells.
Like himself, he probably thought the drug lords were using the bathroom.
So, the surveillance officer grabbed the walkie-talkie and began to call, "Lando, this is Bren, have you noticed they all seem to have gone to the bathroom?"
"Them? You an Shorty and the others?"
In the cara feed, patrolling Lando walked up to Shorty's cell and peeked inside.
"They seed to have gone to the toilet just now."
"It's been half an hour, and they haven't co out."
"Is that so?"
Lando walked over to the iron door and pulled out his baton to knock on it, making a banging sound.
"Shorty! Shorty!"
There was no response from the cell.
Bren sitting in front of the monitor suddenly felt that sothing was wrong.
"Quick! Call soone over, open the door and check inside!"
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