After hanging up Kelly's call, Song Heping sat on the sofa and thought for a long ti.
He was facing a war with the four major families.
This was to be expected.
Shorty's prestige had fallen, and the four major families could no longer suppress it, and they all started to suspect him.
Relying on Shorty's influence to subdue these four families and reunify most of xico's drug market was probably going to be difficult.
Everything could only depend on himself.
As an outsider, it was very difficult to infiltrate the entire circle of the xican Cartel and make them submit to him in a short period of ti.
It was no surprise that the Los Zetas Organization was going to take action against him.
Of course, he was not afraid of fighting.
But was it necessary to fight?
Not necessarily.
War is always the last resort.
If it could be settled through negotiation, it was better to resolve it that way.
In the end, the contradictions among the drug lords ca from interests.
Therefore, he should start from the point of interest and find a breakthrough.
He picked up the phone and called Henry.
"Boss, any new instructions?"
"Henry, I heard you've been having a good ti in Illiguo lately, partying by the poolside in the bars of the Green Zone every day." Song Heping didn't rush to put Henry to work, but chose to chat casually first.
After all, he was his subordinate.
Caring about the lives of subordinates could give them a stronger sense of belonging.
As the boss, he couldn't always be cold and aloof.
As expected, Henry couldn't help but laugh when he heard Song Heping complint how comfortable his life was: "It must be Ferrari who snitched! Boss, I go to those places with a purpose, they are good places for gathering intelligence."
"That's not a problem." Song Heping said, "Since you deal with intelligence, just hang out more with your old friends from the intelligence agencies, eat and drink what you should, the company has allocated public relations funds for you, right? Don't try to save money."
He referred to the annual operational funds of the "Musician" Defense in the Intelligence Departnt.
In plain terms, it was the entertainnt expenses.
Intelligence work was about connections.
Connections need to be built with money.
Sotis even through money to bribe and catch others' weaknesses.
Collecting intelligence cannot be separated from money.
"Boss, rest assured, I just ca back from Britain, t so of the old fellows still there, and even solved so very practical problems for them."
"That's good." Song Heping saw that the small talk was enough, so he got back to business: "Speaking of which, have you heard of the xican organization 'Los Zetas'?"
"I know." Henry said, "They're notoriously ruthless, they don't leave any options open when they do things, anybody branded as an enemy by the organization will be physically eliminated at all costs, and they like to torture people. Anyone who is attacked by them would be better off keeping a bullet for themselves before being captured, otherwise, it's worse than death to fall into their hands alive."
"Help collect information about this organization, including all intelligence on their leader."
"Boss, have you provoked these freaks?"
"Mhm, I heard they've set their sights on ."
"Okay! Then I'll start gathering information right away."
Henry was obviously nervous when he heard that Song Heping had caught the attention of Los Zetas.
"As soon as possible, I heard they want to take action against soon, I want to see if they have any weaknesses. Instead of waiting for them to co to , I'd rather take the initiative to find their weak points and strike."
"No problem." Henry was very straightforward, "My old friends in North Arica should be able to provide with so information... Oh right..."
He suddenly rembered sothing.
"Why don't you ask the Central Intelligence Agency for so intelligence? They definitely have information on Los Zetas in their database."
"I don't trust them." Song Heping thought of Barrett.
Clearly, so things can't rely too much on the CIA, they don't have Song's best interests at heart, and asking them for intelligence might lead to being misled.
Although the CIA and Los Zetas might not be related, if Song and Los Zetas ended up both badly injured, the people in Langley would definitely enjoy seeing that.
Henry was indeed efficient.
The next afternoon, Song Heping received a call from Henry.
"Boss, I have cleared up the matter you asked to look into last night."
"That fast?" Song Heping was surprised.
Henry said, "I didn't dare delay, after all, the Los Zetas organization acts very quickly. When they planned the attack on the xican Attorney General, it only took them less than three days from planning to execution."
"Is the information complete?" Song Heping asked.
"Very complete, including a personality analysis of their current leader Z3 Lascano, as well as the organization's developnts and the state of their enemies, allies, weaponry, and equipnt in recent years. Also, the information includes details about several key persons' family situations and possible residences, although these people do not have fixed residences, so this intelligence may not be very accurate."
"Do we have information on their families?" Song Heping was sowhat curious.
"Of course," Henry said. "These kinds of people, as twisted as they are, care about their own families and children just the sa. Boss, when dealing with them, you can't have any bottom lines. If you're really planning to go to war, you've got to target their wives and children too."
Song Heping was slightly taken aback, as he had never considered such tactics before.
Henry had co from British intelligence. He had seen more examples of covert operations than Song himself.
So, his words were definitely born of experience.
"Do you Brits still pull off this kind of thing?" he couldn't help teasing.
Henry didn't feel embarrassed in the slightest: "Boss, limiting the thods at our disposal just ans signing death warrants. In our line of work in intelligence, if you have bottom lines, then nothing will get accomplished."
"That's true." Song Heping mused: "A good plaster pulls out the pus."
"What?"
"Nothing, that's all for now. I'll take a look at the material first. It's in the secure email, right?"
"That's right, have a look."
After ending the call, Song Heping took out his laptop, turned it on, and quickly accessed his secure email.
Sure enough, the docunts Henry had sent were there.
It took a full two hours for Song Heping to digest this information and commit it to mory.
The contents of the docunt were very detailed.
It included the family information of the top three mbers of the Los Zetas Organization.
Z3 Lascano, on the surface, was not officially married, but intelligence suggested he had several mistresses and was rumored to have two boys currently studying in schools within his territory.
The other two were similar, no formal marriages on the surface, but both had mistresses and children in secret.
He could indeed take action in this area.
If cruel enough, he could simply kidnap their families and coerce them into submission.
But the effectiveness of such actions was not ideal.
It wasn't that Song Heping lacked ruthlessness, but because such thods wouldn't have a long-term effect.
Unless he sent these children directly to the United States for the Central Intelligence Agency to monitor and reside there long-term, prohibited from leaving the country.
That might be an approach.
Still, it was filled with too many uncertainties to be considered the best strategy.
Song Heping felt he should find the best strategy.
What was the best strategy?
Of course, to nip the problem in the bud.
This kind of organization, they were a pack of wolves.
Wolves are not dogs.
Nor can they beco dogs.
Wolves will turn and bite sooner or later.
So, keeping wolves is not a good strategy.
Drug lords like Shorty and Sanchez of the Gulf Group could actually be used for a long ti.
After all, they weren't as uncontrollable and unpredictable as Z3 and his ilk, who acted without any rules or bottom lines.
"Jiang Feng."
He walked out of the room, looking down towards the ground floor from the corridor.
Jiang Feng and the others were playing cards by a table in the hall.
"What is it, old squad leader?"
"Everyone's here? Then I'll just inform you here, we're heading back to Venezuela tomorrow."
"Back to Venezuela?" Barrett was surprised.
"Barrett, you stay here to watch the house, keep an eye on the situation." Song Heping pointed at Barrett.
Barrett was stunned: "I'm staying here by myself?"
"What, are you scared?" Song Heping asked.
Song Heping said, "If you're scared, go back to the United States first. I'll be back from Venezuela in three days. There are so important things to take care of."
Barrett was taken aback: "But what about the matters here..."
"It's okay, not urgent. Shorty and I have four days before we go to Leimonte City. I can co back one day early."
Song Heping was decisive.
He had big plans for his return to Venezuela.
But Barrett couldn't co along.
Because Song Heping knew this guy was with the CIA, and certain things needed to be kept from the CIA.
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