The following evening, outside Monterrey Airport.
Santini, the top enforcer of the Sinoloa Group, stood by the car, constantly checking his watch, occasionally glancing toward the exit.
Ten reinforced bulletproof SUVs of the sa model were lined up on the roadside.
These were all arranged by Shorty at the request of Song Heping.
Recently, xico has been quite unsettled.
Shorty has mostly gone into hiding, changing locations every three days.
Rumor has it that the four major families, under the coordination of Leva, have joined forces and are about to declare war on the Sinoloa Group.
Apart from these five major families, other smaller gangs and organizations have beco more low-key.
When tigers fight, it's best for the monkeys not to ddle, or else the monkeys will be the first to die.
Everyone is watching intently for the final outco.
Three years ago, there was a fierce battle among the five major families that lasted six months, with casualties reaching into the tens of thousands, and even the xican governnt couldn't stop it.
On this piece of land in Arica, human life is cheap.
After receiving the order for this escort mission, Santini couldn't help but complain to Shorty.
He felt that at a ti like this, Song Heping should keep a low profile. Even if he needed to return from Venezuela, he should do so secretly and without publicity, hiding his tracks as much as possible, instead of openly requesting his boss to send people for an escort and directly notifying the Balot Organization, telling them about the handover taking place the next day.
This was essentially broadcasting his whereabouts.
All five major families have undercover agents within each other, and for many years have placed informants within rival gangs and organizations.
So the news of this mission couldn't possibly be concealed.
Especially since this is in the jurisdiction of Raymont City and the border territory of the Gulf Group's Sanchez, there have been recent rumors that Sanchez has ordered the Los Zetas Organization, the most ferocious and fierce fighting force in his group, to take out Song Heping.
After leaving Raymont City Airport, there's a fifty-kiloter drive to Saltijo, passing through the northern side of the Madre Mountains, a remote area filled with forests and many mountain passes, practically a paradise for ambushes.
Isn't this seeking death?
"Ptui—"
He spat onto the ground, releasing so dissatisfaction in his heart.
Turning his head back, he saw Song Heping walking out of the airport terminal with his n.
"Santini."
Song Heping ca straight to him, extending his hand.
Santini's n dispersed, so staying alert, others opening car doors.
"Mr. Song, please get in the car quickly!"
After a brief handshake with Song Heping, Santini scanned the surroundings, his eyes full of watchfulness.
Although there were no tall buildings near the airport exit, cars were still passing by.
No one knew whether any of those vehicles concealed one or even multiple hitn.
Song Heping said, "Let my n take charge of three of the vehicles."
Santini pondered briefly before nodding in agreent.
If the Los Zetas Organization really sent their Special Soldier assassins to attack Song Heping, it would be better not to be in the sa vehicle as him.
Of course, it wouldn't be appropriate for him to make this suggestion.
But if Song Heping himself suggested it, then it had nothing to do with him.
If sothing really happened, the boss couldn't possibly bla him.
"Fine, then it's decided. These three vehicles."
Santini pointed at three of the armored SUVs.
"All reinforced, and I've added a second layer of bulletproof vests in many places inside."
Song Heping glanced at the vehicle door.
Sure enough, there was an added layer of bulletproof vest lining the inside.
It looked ugly, but it was very practical.
"Are the weapons and bulletproof vests ready?"
"Everything has been placed inside the vehicles as you instructed."
Without further ado, Song Heping got into one of them, while Jiang Feng ran to the driver's seat to take the wheel.
White Bear and the others each boarded different vehicles.
The convoy dared not linger any longer, Santini waved his hand, and all his n got into the vehicles.
Soon, the convoy left the airport waiting area and headed toward Saltijo.
The sun had not set completely, leaving a golden afterglow over the western skyline of the city, and visibility was decent.
En route, Santini managed the convoy via walkie-talkie, directing the leading and the last vehicles, whose windows were half-open. The bodyguards inside were vigilant, eyeing every vehicle that approached the convoy.
Inside the fourth vehicle, Jiang Feng gripped the steering wheel, quickly donned a bulletproof vest during a red light stop, and checked the ammunition and his HK G36C assault rifle.
The firearms were also provided as per Song Heping's request.
The G36C is one of the finest assault rifles of the modern era, having been in service with the German Army since the mid-90s.
The G36C model, designed for special operations personnel, features a greatly shortened barrel and the removal of the default optical sights on top of the receiver. It lowers the baseline further with a flat top design and the addition of a Picatinny rail for enhanced modularity, allowing the user to fit suitable scopes or other tactical components in different scenarios. It also uses 5.56mm ammunition and can be equipped with either 30-round black or transparent polyr magazines.
It's particularly well-suited for use in confined spaces, especially when firing from inside a vehicle, and far more convenient than the standard M4A1 assault rifle.
If there's a downside, it's only that it's expensive.
But now, Song Heping is a distinguished guest of Shorty. If anything were to happen to him, Shorty would face the wrath of the four major families.
As long as Song Heping is alive, Shorty can hide behind him, significantly reducing his own risk.
"Old squad leader, do you think those Los Zetas guys will really co?"
After checking his equipnt, Jiang Feng rested his hand on the steering wheel, scanning the surroundings through the car window.
"I heard that those Los Zetas guys are not ordinary gangsters; they're made up of forr xican Army Special Forces. They even dared to attack a SWAT team convoy once, killing dozens of officers."
"I'm actually worried they won't co, it'd be just right if they did," Song Heping checked his weapons and gear in the back seat, appearing nonchalantly confident.
Jiang Feng couldn't help but look around the doors and windows of the vehicle, still a bit worried: "This car might withstand a 12.7 caliber, but not rocket-propelled grenades... You're putting yourself in the ga, with great risk and cost."
"There is a risk," conceded Song Heping. "But if I don't show myself, do you think the Lascano people will take the bait? They're not stupid. I bet soone has been watching us since the airport, to see if I'm really in the car, including all of you. They'll be paying attention, and if you don't show up, they definitely won't execute their ambush plan."
While they were talking, the entrance to a tunnel appeared in front of the convoy.
Song Heping picked up the walkie-talkie: "Santini, execute the established plan."
A dozen seconds later, the convoy entered the tunnel.
Within the tunnel, the drivers began to switch positions amongst the vehicles.
The lead car beca the last, and the last beca the lead.
After the changes, Song Heping's vehicle moved from the original fourth position to the seventh.
Exiting the tunnel, the convoy maintained its formation and sped ahead.
Ten minutes later, mountains appeared in the distance.
The sun seed to sense danger too, setting in a panic to the west.
It was dark now.
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