"Less than a month and a half, and he actually pulled it off?"
In the CIA headquarters in Langley City, Pence looked at the report as if reading a book of miracles, muttering incredulously.
After finishing, he threw down the report, and looked towards Kelly, who was sitting across the desk, his gaze suddenly sharpened with a hint of murderous intent.
"That's right, the Leva Group also sent people to negotiate with Song two days ago, indicating their willingness to submit," Kelly said. "I also didn't expect him to move so quickly, I thought it would take at least half a year..."
"First provoke internal strife, then stand aside to watch the drug traffickers tear each other apart, and finally enter the scene to reap the rewards, eliminating three candidates and the toughest organization leader overnight... Kelly, such a person, we must thoroughly control him."
As the Deputy Director overseeing operations, Pence felt not elation, but threat.
"Now he is the uncrowned king of the South Arican drug trafficking circles, even the Colombians listen to him. If this continues, we will be constrained by him."
Kelly said, "But he doesn't take much, just 10%, which is very reasonable."
Pence said, "We must look at the long term, we cannot leave any hidden dangers in our actions."
He paused and then asked, "How are things on Barrett's end?"
Kelly replied, "He has been collecting intelligence on Song Heping's financial transactions. All the profits from South Arica are flowing to a dozen offshore companies. We have the list, and if we have to move against him in the future, we can directly shut off the 'Musician's' financial lifeline."
"Can we make him physically disappear?" Pence said. "Barrett acts as an insider, and then we send the 'Watcher' squad to execute it."
Kelly replied, "It's not impossible, but that would expose Barrett's identity. If Song dies, it's uncertain whether the five major families will accept Barrett's intervention. If Barrett can't control the situation, we'll be back to square one."
"That's indeed a problem..."
Pence leaned back in his chair and pondered for a mont before exclaiming, "Is this guy really that hard to deal with?"
Kelly said, "I think there might be a better way."
"What way?" Pence's eyes lit up.
Kelly said, "Song Heping has military contracts in Illiguo, and has been doing transportation and security there. Now the situation in Illiguo is relatively stable, so his company operates very smoothly. I'm thinking... if we send him to a dangerous place and let him die there, what do you think?"
"To a dangerous place..."
Pence quickly caught on, a sly smile appeared on his lips.
"Are you talking about Afghanistan?"
"Yes," Kelly said. "And it can't be through us. Song is so smart, if we invite him, he would definitely be cautious. If it's soone else... say, if the British invite him, he would surely accept. Once he gets there, we have too many ways to ensure he stays forever in the sands of the Hindu Kush mountain range."
Pence finally grinned, "Are you talking about the 'Strong Resolve' plan?"
"Exactly," Kelly nodded.
Pence pushed the report towards Kelly, "Okay, try one last ti to bring him on board. If that fails, we do as you suggest. South Arica cannot have such a ruthless character out of our control."
...
On a yacht at Playa del Carn beach, Quintana Roo State, xico.
On the forward deck, Song Heping, wearing sunglasses, was sunbathing.
Through the lenses, he watched Disaster Star, standing a few ters away at the railing, fishing.
Disaster Star had been swishing a fishing rod around for almost an hour now.
But his style of fishing was just like his fighting style, rough and impatient.
He had just cut the line and was now cursively swearing in Chechen.
The others were drinking in the cabin, with music blaring out of the cabin door, deafening.
"Disaster Star, slow down your reeling, swing gently from side to side, make your lure mimic the movent of a fish, it has to look like an injured fish to work, you can't just throw it out and reel in fast, the fish can't catch up!"
He couldn't help but remind Disaster Star.
Disaster Star turned and looked at Song Heping.
Maybe it was the scorching sun, or maybe it was the anger building up, but Disaster Star's face was flushed red.
"Alright, I'll try."
He tried.
But still, due to lack of experience, after a few pulls, it was still empty.
"No more fishing! This is deceptive, I'm going back to shore to get a refund from the fishing store owner! This rod isn't cheap, he has to compensate or I'll kill him!"
After saying this, he angrily threw the fishing rod onto the deck, pointing at the sea saying, "I see the fish! So many fish! And yet can't catch any!"
Song Heping knew that talking technique with Disaster Star was like playing a lute to a cow, so he could only smile and spread his hands, letting him be.
Suddenly, Disaster Star took off his shirt and dove into the sea with a fierce jump.
"Damn!"
Song Heping was startled.
There are sharks in this sea.
And it wasn't a safe zone by the shore.
Song He quickly got up and moved to the side of the boat, looking down towards the sea surface.
He saw Disaster Star swimming around underwater, clearly skilled in diving, which eased his anxious heart.
Soon, Disaster Star erged from the water with a fish in his hand.
This made Song Heping couldn't help but take off his sunglasses.
"Didn't see that coming, your swimming skills aren't bad!"
Disaster Star seed very happy, grabbing the several-pound fish, biting into its back, and tearing off a chunk of at, chewing heartily.
Song Heping felt goosebumps, thinking no wonder the Russians suffered huge losses in the Caucasus facing these blood-drinking old drivers; even ghosts would be scared.
"Don't eat in the water, the bloody sll will attract sharks, and then you're done for!"
"No worries! I've got a gun!"
Disaster Star said, and indeed pulled a pistol from his waist.
Song Heping just wanted to explain that shooting in water is ineffective and won't kill the shark, when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket.
He took it out and saw it was Ferrari calling.
Song Heping walked back to the shady part of the boat, answered the call and said, "My good brother, what's up?"
"Are you guys on vacation?"
Ferrari must have heard the sound of the sea breeze.
"I'm still eating sand over here at the oil fields!"
"No worries, I've finished the tasks here, I'll be back in Illiguo in a few days to keep you company. That ti, I'm on duty, you take a vacation! Hahaha!"
After laughing, Song Heping asked, "Any urgent matter?"
"Let tell you sothing, do you know how much surplus funds we have in our account now?"
"How much?"
"300 million US Dollars. Half of that ca from laundering here in xico, and so is still invested in overseas financial products and precious tals. At this rate, I expect our company's net profit could reach 500 million by the end of the year."
"That much?"
Song Heping was stunned.
He had never managed the finances.
All the company's ledgers and finances were managed by Ferrari.
In fact, Song Heping's own personal account had also swelled with over seventy million US Dollars, from two years of dividends plus various operational commissions, each deposited into his account by Ferrari according to the company's sharing rules.
Once you had a certain amount, it was just a number.
He did not dare give more to his younger siblings, transferring one million US Dollars to each, waiting for their future needs to discuss more.
"I still have so cash over here, not sure how to use it, was planning to find a way to send it over to you to clean it..."
"Not now, too much, too frequent will attract attention, you hold onto it."
"I've got thirty million cash…"
"You figure it out yourself, I can't help you with that for now," Ferrari said.
Song Heping joked: "Now I really understand the drug dealers' pain... By the way, except for the investnts, distribute all the money in the account to our guys, including the Venezuela School, all people in our company, including those Illigo rcenaries, as bonus."
"There was a regulation in the company, even with the dividend system, it can't be fully distributed," Ferrari said, "Didn't you tell last ti when there's too much money you have a plan?"
"Ah... right, I almost forgot…"
That's when Song Heping rembered.
"From now on, all money related to the military side will use the cash we laundered from xico. Since we have extra money now, fine, I'll go to the United States to help you spend it where it should be spent."
"How do you plan to spend it?"
"Giving it to a lobbying firm of course," Song Heping said. "Last ti in New York, Angel told if I want more business, it's best to network with lobbying firms to connect with more politicians."
"Great, let know how much you need and how to transfer it when the ti cos."
"Right, go find General Peter, see how many military heads there need greasing, don't skimp on the money, if they can't take it, give it to their kids, if kids are no good, then to a foundation, if that doesn't work, I'll start an investnt firm in the US, give them projects."
Song Heping said: "I've been thinking a lot lately, feels right to drag more people into this, give drug money to their kids, hahaha!"
Ferrari paused, then burst out laughing: "How co I find you've really turned bad!"
"We have an old saying back ho, don't know if you've heard it, 'life's three solid bonds.'"
"Which three bonds?"
"Carried guns together, shared loot together, and P-ed together. What I want is to share the loot with the military."
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