Mercenaries, I Will Be King Chapter 583 - 527: The Devil's Choice

A group of prison guards ard with guns burst into Shorty's cell.

Lando rushed to the toilet and took a look inside.

All he saw was a hole where the toilet used to be, opening deep into the ground, seemingly bottomless.

The hole wasn't large, with a diater of only about fifty to sixty centiters, leading straight down.

Lando pulled out a flashlight, turned it on, and shone it inside.

The soil was very fresh and moist, clearly dug out only recently.

"Balrot... and others!"

A dreadful thought suddenly struck him.

He led his n out of Shorty's cell and ran towards the other inmates' rooms.

The results were the sa.

The n were gone, holes dug out in the toilets.

Lando's face turned pale, he grabbed the intercom and called out, "Prison break! Prison break! Alert imdiately!"

Before long, the sharp alarm echoed across the entire prison.

The lights in the cells ca on one by one, and the entire prison guard force assembled, securing all entrances and exits to the prison.

A phone call quickly awakened the Chief of Police from his sleep in the middle of the night.

Shorty and several other drug lords had disappeared!

Just twenty minutes before the guards had noticed the escape, Shorty and the other drug lords from the Cartel family were running out in a line through the underground tunnel leading outside the prison.

The tunnel was not too wide, but also not narrow.

In the faint light, apart from the hurried footsteps, there were heavy breathing sounds and pounding heartbeats.

"Shorty, what do you make of that kid saving us?!"

Until now, everyone found it hard to believe what Song Heping had done.

"He wants to buy us over."

"He arrested us and now letting us go as a ans to buy us over?!"

Shorty's temper was on the verge of exploding, already impatient to unleash his anger.

"Once I get out and return to my turf, I won't kill him only because I'm giving him face!"

"Right! When we're safe, to hell with the CIA! We'll unite and fight them!"

"Don't be rash!"

Shorty was the most level-headed.

Among them all, he was the only one harboring a secret.

What Song Heping wanted, he knew best.

He turned to look at Balrot.

This guy probably didn't know he was already one step into the grave.

However, Shorty felt it necessary to remind the others about an important piece of information — so far, everything was under Song Heping's control.

Anyone who showed their rebellious thoughts too soon would be on a path to certain death.

"Once we et him, better watch your mouths, keep it clean, stay honest; our lives are in his hands right now!"

This wasn't re exaggeration.

Not to ntion there was Song Heping's elite squad guarding the exit, if anyone displeased him just by holding them back for half an hour, none would make it out of the city.

"Don't worry Shorty, we're not that dumb!"

"Yeah, he thinks we're fools, but he's the real fool!"

"Shorty, I wronged you last ti, this ti I'll listen to you!"

In addition to showing loyalty, there was also contempt for Song Heping.

Everyone had their own ulterior motives, their own sches.

It wouldn't take more than ten minutes to reach the end of the several hundred ters long tunnel.

"Welco to a successful jailbreak!"

As they crawled up from underground, Song Heping was clapping his hands gently, like he was welcoming marathon runners who had reached the finish line.

But soon, things took an unexpected turn.

Shorty was the first to co up, followed by Balrot, then the other drug lords from several families.

By the ti the last drug lord had surfaced, White Bear and Hunter and others sward in, with White Bear taking control of the exit, his gun pointed at Cassandra who had not yet managed to climb to the surface.

anwhile, the others quickly subdued the major drug lords, handcuffed their hands behind their backs, and tied them up with restraints.

"What the hell are you doing?!"

"Fuck you! I knew you surnad Song weren't so kind-hearted!"

"Do you want money or what? Spit it out!"

Several people cursed and swore.

But their voices were drowned out by the sound of wind and rain.

Shorty was also completely baffled.

He looked up at Song Heping: "What do you an by this?!"

In his view, Song Heping couldn't possibly want to kill him.

Otherwise, why bother going to such lengths to rescue him and his people?

If he didn't want to kill Shorty, then why the theatrics?

Why tie people up?

Did he want to use them as hostages to coerce the Cartel into submission?

"Get up, Shorty."

Song Heping pulled Shorty up from the ground and then drew a dagger to cut his restraints.

"Take this."

He pulled out a Glock 17 pistol with a silencer and stuffed it into Shorty Joaquin's hand.

"There are 5 bullets inside."

Song Heping pointed at the five people still kneeling on the ground.

"One bullet per person, you have five chances to get rid of them."

Then he gestured around: "You can choose to resist, but let's see if your gun is quicker, or the guns of my n are."

Shorty's face was full of shock and suspicion.

His brain was frozen.

He couldn't grasp the situation at all.

"What do you an by this?!"

He kept repeating the sa sentence over and over.

Song Heping said: "Do you really think I'm an idiot? Did you all think I didn't know you were plotting to turn your guns on as soon as we got out? Did you really think I'd rescue you without any leverage and then wait for you to negotiate cooperation with ?!"

Upon hearing this, everyone's faces turned pale.

"Hurry up, the prison will soon discover your escape, and within 40 minutes, the entire police system of xico City will be activated, then all the entrances and exits will be sealed. You've got roughly 40 minutes to flee the city. If you take too long, I'll withdraw my n and leave you all back in the tunnels. The choice of what to do next is yours."

Song Heping glanced at his watch, then pointed at the five people kneeling in front of him.

"Shorty, do them in."

Shorty Joaquin looked at Song Heping and noticed soone behind him filming the scene with a small cara.

He then looked at the pistol in his hand.

He finally snapped back to reality.

Song Heping wanted him to kill the heads of the four families and Balrot, the emperor of the underground sales and smuggling network.

With this video in hand, Song Heping would have a firm grip on his Achilles' heel.

If he disobeyed in the slightest, this video would be released.

In such a case, not only would Balrot's confidants turn against him, but the other four families wouldn't let him go either. Although he had never been afraid to face them one by one, it would be much harder if the four families united against him.

Moreover, assisting the CIA in killing a fellow drug trafficker was a heinous act that would be condemned by everyone in the underworld, down to the street thugs, who would spit on his image.

Thinking of this, Shorty shuddered from the bottom of his heart.

"Song, you're fucking ruthless!"

Song Heping spread his hands: "You can choose not to kill and stay behind."

"If staying ans going back to jail, then so be it!" Shorty threw the gun away and knelt back down in his original spot.

"Fuck!"

Song Heping turned his head and joked to White Bear and the others: "See that? That's what you call a tough guy. This is a real tough guy."

Then he bent down to pick up the gun and said with a smile: "Let's see if you're really a tough guy then."

He told the others like Leva: "You see, he's unwilling to do it, but I'll give you a chance. Whoever kills the other five and then cooperates with to control the entire drug market of xico, I'll give the gun to him."

After saying that, his gaze first fell on Leva.

Leva, Balrot, and the others exchanged glances.

Everyone was worried about seeing any sign of submission in the others' eyes.

If just one of them chose to be a coward, the rest would have to die.