At noon, Shorty called again, sending the arranged address to Song Heping.
Song Heping took the opportunity of lunchti to discuss the security arrangents for this trip with everyone in the restaurant.
Only Song Heping, Templar Knight Rubio, and Sita Group's Omar were involved in the eting.
Shorty did not intend to show up.
The guy was sly and crafty.
The world wasn't very peaceful lately; he preferred to avoid trouble if he could.
Because everyone indeed faced one problem: if the news leaked, would Lascano launch an attack on them?
After all, he did not want Rubio and Omar to defect to Song Heping.
That would be very detrintal to him.
The eting place was set in a suburban farm in Carillo City, Chihuahua State, an important drug cultivation area for the Sinoloa Group, with the mountains surrounding Nika City filled with marijuana and coca plants.
This ant that all the nearby farrs worked for Shorty.
They all relied on Shorty's drug business for their livelihood.
To say no exaggeration, it was one of Sinoloa's strongholds.
eting there not only showed the sincerity of Omar and Rubio but was also very safe.
If strangers dared to enter that area to kill Shorty's esteed guests, it was tantamount to seeking death.
The eting place seed very safe.
However, Hunter raised an objection.
"I think the location is too far and the risk is too high."
He pointed at the map and shared his concerns about the two cities.
"We have to travel 400 kiloters from Sartijo, and Rubin and Omar have to cross two or three states from the southern states, nearly a thousand kiloters of detours, including passing through Leon State. If any word gets out, there are too many places for a potential ambush along the way."
"No problem, let them take a plane. Don't they have private jets? Just take off from their own turf and land at a small civilian airport near Carillo City, it's simple."
Song Heping wasn't worried about the safety during the trip at all.
"Let's set it like this. We'll also take a helicopter, and I'll have Shorty make arrangents. We will et in three days. If we co to terms with Rubio and Omar this ti, we basically have the victory secured. As for the Leva Group, Gulf Group, and Los Zetas Organization, let them fight it out; if they both end up injured, that's even better."
This statent settled the matter, and no one else raised objections.
After all, Song Heping's plans never went wrong.
After the eting, Barrett found Song Heping.
"Boss, I'm heading back to San Jose today, I'll be leaving."
San Jose is a city near the US-xico border, close to Texas.
"Leaving so soon? You don't want to stay here for one night?" Song Heping tried to keep him: "You've been outstanding recently, I was planning to arrange a celebration for you tonight, for the brothers to have a few drinks."
Barrett said, "I have just taken over the Balot Organization, there's a lot to get familiar with, and lately, there has been a surplus of goods from Colombia, so I need to personally oversee it. So people in the organization still don't accept as the new leader, and if I don't work hard to establish my authority, who knows what these guys might be stirring up behind my back."
"Alright then."
Song Heping patted his shoulder.
"You've worked hard, do well and I won't let you down."
"Okay, I'm off."
After saying this, he turned and left for the parking lot.
"Old squad leader, Barrett left?"
He had just left when Jiang Feng approached.
After glancing towards the parking lot, Jiang Feng asked with curiosity: "Why is he in such a hurry to co and go? Is he worried that we want him to accompany us to Carillo City?"
He implied that he looked down on Barrett for being cowardly.
In Jiang Feng's view, Barrett feared being attacked, so he stayed away from the eting with the Templar Knights and the Sita Group.
"Let him go," said Song Heping as he watched the parking lot where Barrett had reached his car and got in with his bodyguards.
Before getting in the car, he waved goodbye in the direction of the main entrance where Song Heping was.
Song Heping waved goodbye in return to Barrett, and once the car left, the corner of his mouth revealed a scarcely noticeable smirk.
"He's very busy."
After saying that, he turned and went back to his room.
"Busy?"
Jiang Feng scratched his head.
He felt that there was another implication in Song Heping's words.
That evening, Barrett returned to San Jose, and after a brief rest, he went back to his room and closed the door.
He then took out a small black box and made a round in the room, scanning every corner for bugs.
This was a device used by Central Intelligence Agency agents, capable of detecting signal sources. If there were listening devices, a red light on the box would turn on to indicate the risk.
Barrett was a very cautious agent.
Song Heping had pushed him to the throne of the Balot Organization's boss, but Barrett always had a sense that sothing was amiss.
But he couldn't pinpoint what was wrong.
The position was extrely important, involving astronomical amounts of money, and had access to many confidential sources of funds.
Normally, without a trusted insider, Song Heping wouldn't feel secure handing over managent to soone else.
The problem was, Barrett felt he was just a recent addition to Song Heping's group, and logically, he shouldn't be entrusted with such a significant position so quickly.
Indeed, he was put to use imdiately in that position, which caused so complaints from Hunter and White Bear, who didn't quite see eye to eye with him.
Probably for this reason.
These people were Song Heping's old associates.
They were extrely obedient to Song Heping.
So they didn't dare to have even half a word of disagreent with his decision.
It was different for him, as a newcor, to occupy a high position suddenly could effortlessly invoke hostility from the old-tirs.
Barrett once thought that Song Heping was intentionally testing him.
Setting him up as the new boss of the Balot Organization, causing him to lower his guard, then waiting for him to slip up.
Thus, he acted very carefully.
Every ti he went back to his place, he checked whether he was under surveillance to avoid falling into a trap.
After making a round, it turned out no one was watching him.
He sat down in the chair, zoned out for a good while, then took out his mobile phone and called Kelly through a secured line.
After listening to Barrett's report, Kelly said, "Got it," and then hung up the phone.
Ten minutes later, Kelly appeared in Deputy Director Pence's office.
"This is the latest brief from xico."
She handed over the gathered intelligence to Pence.
Pence skimd through it quickly, and his expression looked funny.
As if he wanted to laugh, but couldn't, almost like constipation.
"This..."
He lifted his hand and waved it lightly in the air, as if to articulate how to proceed with his response.
After a good five seconds, Pence closed the brief, looked up at Kelly and said, "What do you think about this matter?"
Kelly said, "From a technical perspective, Song Heping did a very nice job, instigating infighting on one hand, then sitting back to watch the fight. On the other hand, starting from Colombia to cut off their supply lines, then using us to strike against the drug trade of the four major families. With both hands at play, it's a massive blow to the other families, which is why Sita and the Templar Knights are bowing their heads to him now. All this in less than half a month, it's a very impressive maneuver."
Pence made a helpless expression, "Yeah, he's a talent, pity he's not one of ours."
He paused then asked, "By the way, have you tried recruiting him?"
"I did," Kelly said. "The man has great ambition and refuses to be subordinate to us."
"Hmph," Pence scoffed. "The CIA can't accommodate him?"
Kelly said, "That's why this man can't be left alone."
Pence nodded, "Be cautious when you deal with it, he has connections in the military, and there's no need for us to completely fall out with them until it's absolutely necessary."
Kelly said, "I'll make arrangents, so I ca to report this ti to ask for permission from you, sir, to proceed?"
"Take him out?" A flicker of surprise passed through Pence's eyes. "At this particular ti?"
Kelly said, "Yes, this is actually the best opportunity. On the surface, it looks like he is helping us regain control of the xican drug market, but if he dies, sir, think about what will happen next?"
Pence's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and after a short while, a sly smile crept onto his old face, "The entire xican gang circle will beco even more chaotic..."
Kelly smiled, venom flowing through the wrinkles of her smiles, "Exactly, chaos is what we want, we want them killing each other, the more brutal, the better."
"Are you going to send a Watcher?" Pence asked.
Kelly shook her head, "No, there's one tactic Song Heping uses quite well."
"Using soone else's knife to kill?"
A gleam of murderous intent flashed through Pence's gray eyes.
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