"I'm in!"
Just when the others were hesitating to make a decision, it was ultimately the shrewdest Shorty who stepped up.
He had previously refused to act.
It was because he feared falling into Song Heping's trap.
Between going back to prison or killing the other people, he weighed his options and thought that prison still offered the possibility of escape, or he could spend a lot of money to bribe officials to keep him serving his sentence in xico.
But killing the other key group mbers would truly leave him with no way out.
Song Heping would use this tape to tightly control him, making it very difficult for him to turn the tables.
But he didn't expect Song Heping to play by entirely different rules.
He himself wouldn't act.
Instead, he let the others do it.
Shorty knew these drug lords; they were desperadoes.
They would indeed choose to kill the others and cooperate with Song Heping.
If he himself died, everything would be aningless.
He took the gun from Song Heping's hands, walking over to Balrot first.
Balrot started shaking, staring at the muzzle of the pistol in front of him.
"Shorty…"
Before he could utter another word.
Pfft—
A burst of gunfire erupted from the muzzle.
Balrot fell sideways, blood slowly seeping from his head and pooling on the floor.
"Shorty, fuck your whole family!"
Leva started cursing wildly.
"You'll go to Hell! Your whole family will go to Hell!"
He cursed frantically, knowing it was futile but seeking a last vent before death.
Shorty showed a resigned, bitter smile: "Don't worry, we'll all go to Hell, but that's for later. I'm sorry, Leva, I had no other choice."
He pulled the trigger without hesitation.
Pfft—
Pfft—
Pfft—
Pfft—
Next, one drug lord after another fell to the ground.
Shorty acted without any hesitation, his decisiveness even earning a nod of approval from Song Heping.
This notorious drug lord truly knew what was important.
Preserving his life was his absolute priority; anything was negotiable unless it endangered his life. If it did, then sorry, but you're gone!
After he fired five shots, the pistol was empty.
Indeed, there were only five bullets; Song Heping didn't trick him.
"Alright, let's pull out."
Song Heping took the pistol back from him, then turned to Jiang Feng and asked, "Did you get all that?"
Jiang Feng nodded, "All recorded, no issues."
"Proceed with the plan," Song Heping waved his hand, White Bear cleared the exit, Cassandra crawled out from underground and couldn't close her mouth in shock as she saw the scene.
Only now did she realize how much she had underestimated Song Heping.
Whatever she thought of, he had already anticipated.
Thinking about backstabbing?
Not a chance.
"Not leaving yet? Want to stay here for the New Year?"
Cassandra hurriedly escorted the now pale-faced Shorty away from the place.
Now, she no longer even had the will to fight Song Heping.
The sound of gunfire would soon draw the police to surround the area, leading to a certain dead end.
Watching Shorty leave in a vehicle surrounded by his n, Song Heping turned to Hunter and asked, "Everything set?"
"All set," Hunter replied.
Song Heping nodded, "Quick, set it up, we're pulling out in ten minutes."
"Okay."
Half an hour later, the highway construction site was surrounded by police.
Within several kiloters around Altiblano Prison, police, narcotic officers, SWAT, and technical investigative teams all rushed to the scene.
Several police dogs were led down from the truck by the officers and, after sniffing Shorty's clothes and bed sheets, were directed to start searching in different directions.
The workers at the construction site were taken away, but the SWAT team found nothing there as it was a normal construction site.
It seed that there was nothing suspicious about these workers.
In the office, Ganard was being scolded fiercely by the arriving Chief of Police.
"How could you fools ss this up! Soone dug a tunnel right under your noses in the most secure part of the prison and rescued him?! What assurances did you give then? What about open-plan cells, 24-hour surveillance, masked duty officers forbidden to speak... Was any of it useful?!"
As he continued to scold, all his words ultimately focused into one statent—
"I'm stripping you of your post!"
"Report!"
Just when the Chief was furiously scolding Ganard, a Superintendent with veins nearly bursting, an officer ca to report.
"We've found a suspicious location, possibly the tunnel exit!"
"Where?"
"On the western side of the prison, only about three hundred ters from here."
"Three hundred ters?!"
The Chief quickly walked to the window.
The officer pointed to the building previously rented by Song Heping.
"That three-story building there, bought by soone more than a month ago. They started to fence it off to carry out construction, claiming it was just renovation and reorganization, with vehicles coming and going everyday. But there aren't many neighbors around, so no one really knows who has been busy there."
"Three hundred ters..."
The Chief's gaze darkened, his teeth grinding.
He turned and glared at Ganard, who was already pale-faced standing behind him: "Just three hundred ters!"
He pointed at the building and began to roar: "You stand here every day and you can see it! How did you not notice anything unusual?!"
Ganard felt like dying.
That civilian house wasn't far from his office, but wasn't it outside the prison's jurisdiction?
Moreover, he had already requested a check of the sewer construction by the roadside, but nothing was found.
The SWAT team quickly surrounded the building where the exit was located.
After a brief reconnaissance, three assault squads stord in from different directions.
The heavy rain still hadn't stopped, sowhat affecting the SWAT's night vision equipnt.
As they were cutting through the iron sheeting around the yard, one squad encountered so trouble.
They made so noise.
"Damn it! Go! Go! Go!"
The commander in charge imdiately issued the attack order.
Once a noise was made, the people inside would surely be alerted.
Although it was not certain if there were people inside at the mont.
Everything had to be arranged on the assumption that there were people inside.
Several shock bombs were thrown into the yard, followed by smoke bombs.
Bang—
Bang—
Bang—
The muffled explosion sounds were sowhat distorted in the rainy night, like a horn with a broken diaphragm.
The three assault squads coordinated perfectly, almost simultaneously smashing through the iron sheeting and rushing into the yard.
"I think I tripped on sothing!"
From the channel, a team mber from one of the squads exclaid.
Imdiately afterward, an excavator in the yard exploded violently.
Boom—
Flas soared into the sky.
All SWAT mbers who had just rushed into the yard were thrown back by the strong blast.
A huge fireball rose in the yard.
The Chief of Police, standing in the distance, watched in shock as the huge fla lit up the darkness, then heard the successive explosions.
Boom—
Boom—
Boom—
Fireballs exploded inside the building.
It wasn't clear what was stored in these buildings, but after the explosions, they quickly caught a fierce fire, and the three-story building was soon engulfed in flas.
"Oh God..."
The firelight reflected on the Chief of Police's face, illuminating his distorted expression.
His first thought was that there definitely was no one in the building; this was a trap left by the drug dealers.
Then he vaguely felt sothing was off, but couldn't quite pinpoint what.
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