"Him?!"

The drug lords were all stunned.

Joaquin reacted after being dazed for two seconds, "You're asking for death!"

The gun was once again pressed against Song Heping's forehead.

"What, you want to kill me to shut me up?"

Song Heping's calm demeanor made the other drug lords present start to question their existence.

They felt that this Mr. Song might actually be telling the truth.

"Shorty! Let him finish what he is saying! Otherwise, you really are trying to silence someone!"

Lucas took advantage of the moment while everyone's attention was focused on Song Heping.

"Let him speak!"

Leva also stepped forward and looked coldly at Joaquin.

"Shorty, I think we should listen to what he has to say before deciding whether to kill him or not."

Even Moreno, who had always stood by Joaquin, showed signs of wavering.

He spread his hands and said, "We need to let people speak, right? Unless you..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

But everyone knew what the rest would have been.

Joaquin felt like his chest was about to explode.

This Chinese guy named Song truly was a nightmare.

He didn't have exactly a friendship with these fellow colleagues, but they had been dealing with each other for more than just a couple of days.

They were actually doubting him over this guy, who had been there for less than an hour?

Joaquin's killing intent increased.

This man must not be left alive!

Seeing the situation was about to erupt, Balrot quickly tried to defuse it: "Everyone, calm down. This guy is full of tricks. I have been secretly investigating this matter since the batch of goods I transported for him had issues because it was just too suspicious. Harrington was kidnapped by my men, it had nothing to do with Shorty."

"How dare you, Balrot! You have the audacity to doubt me?! You think you're qualified?!"

Song Heping unleashed another barrage of firepower.

"I entrusted you with ten tons of top-grade goods, and I gave you millions of US Dollars as a down payment. Not only did you lose my goods, but you also thought you could kill me to silence me?! Let me tell you, this isn't over! Killing me won't help. From now on, don't even think about mixing in Mexico. ELN will definitely send people after you, and my people won't let you off either. Don't think you can do whatever you want just because this is your territory, I'm telling you, no way!"

Balrot was furious, nearly wanting to devour Song Heping alive.

All indications pointed to Song Heping being involved.

Including the disappearance of the Brody brothers.

They were said to have been captured by the DEA, but Balrot didn't believe it.

He suspected that the brothers were already dead.

Just didn't know where they were buried.

He knew his men well; the Brody brothers would rather die than betray him. The location for the transaction was so secretive, yet the DEA was able to pinpoint it, and three sites had issues all at once - this was even less likely than winning a lottery.

He had every reason to believe Song Heping was behind it.

"What Harrington said is evidence. Eastern faces are rare here; who else could it be besides you?"

"FUCK YOU!" Song Heping was not polite with Balrot at all.

Now he had to maintain high pressure.

If he showed the slightest sign of weakness, once the others came to their senses, it would be a dead end.

He had to keep them completely off-balance.

With a little more time, the arrival of reinforcements would mean his victory.

Success or failure, it was all in these short ten or twenty minutes.

"So you're saying evidence is just evidence?! Was it you who kidnapped Harrington? Balrot, how come I feel like you have switched sides to the CIA or DEA?"

Suddenly, he pointed at Harrington and said, "He definitely has a tracker on him! Definitely! He's deliberately setting up to wipe us all out!"

When he said the last part, Song Heping displayed a shocked expression, sweeping his gaze over Valle and the others.

At the mention of the word "tracker", Valle and his group were so startled that their hair stood on end.

Americans loved to play with tracking, and then carry out targeted elimination.

"We can't stay here, we must leave!"

Leva was the first to turn around to leave.

"Hahaha!"

Joaquin suddenly burst into laughter.

He pointed at Song Heping and looked at Leva with disdain: "Leva, have you gone crazy from all your acting? Who do you think I, Joaquin, am? You think I'd bring someone here? And a tracking device?! Really think I don't have a brain?!"

He tapped his own head.

"When you all came here, do you have any idea what kind of checks you went through? Have you no concept of how many security checks there were? My people use the best equipment, military-grade. Could they possibly not detect someone carrying a tracking device? Any signal source wouldn't escape my eyes!"

With that said, Leva and the others were stumped again.

It was true.

Everyone underwent strict security checks on arrival.

Including vehicles and people.

Except for cutting people open, they employed every method, stricter than at airports.

Under these circumstances, hiding a tracking device was truly impossible.

Doubts were once again cast towards Song Heping.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Song Heping scoffed coldly: "I know your equipment is good, and of course, your equipment can detect tracking signals, but all what you said assumes you are innocent. If you intended to eliminate me and everyone here, all equipment would be pointless—even if you moved the security protocol from Langley's entrance here, it would be useless!"

"It looks like he's right..."

Leva and the others, whose stance had just softened, were again firmly anchored in place.

If Joaquin and Balrot were planning to eliminate them, then what use were any security methods and devices?

This place was Joaquin's territory; if he said there was no signal, there was no signal; if he said there was no tracker, there was no tracker.

"It's simple to prove whether there is a tracking device!"

Joaquin suddenly realized he had been foolish.

He had been arguing with Song Heping here for so long, spitting at each other's faces, but he forgot that he had the technical means right here to verify the presence of a tracking device.

"Barry! Get some people to move the scanning equipment over from the car!"

"Alright, boss!"

Barry was obedient. As soon as Joaquin finished speaking, with a wave of his hand, he and two subordinates quickly ran to the parking lot.

Song Heping watched all this with a cold look, internally laughing to himself.

Okay then!

Science, right?

Technology, right?

Proving your innocence, right?!

Damn it, I've been setting this up for so long, just waiting for you at this very spot!

Soon, the equipment was brought over.

And it looked very expensive and cutting-edge.

It was clear that Joaquin knew he was deeply culpable, hence he had spared no expense on security, from technology to equipment.

"Scan him!"

Joaquin pointed at Harrington crouching on the ground.

Several gangster-like men rushed up, lifted Harrington, and brought him to the scanner.

A Sinoloa Group member who understood the technology turned on the power switch and started scanning Harrington with the equipment.

Initially, there were no reactions.

Joaquin sneered: "See! This kid is just stirring up trouble! What damn tracking device! Thinking he could bring a tracker into my mansion? If he can do that, I'll call him God…"

Before he could finish speaking, the device suddenly started beeping rapidly, the noise urgent.

Joaquin swallowed the rest of his words back down, his eyes bulging nearly two inches, almost popping out.

"What's going on?!"

His hair stood on end from shock.

He knew that the scanner would sound an alarm when it encountered an electronic signal.

This meant that Harrington indeed had a tracking device on him!

"Oh! Now you say there isn't one!?" Song Heping, looking as though a great injustice had been avenged, angrily pointed at Joaquin: "You're goddamn colluding with the CIA!"

Joaquin was at a loss for words, wanting to say something, but seeming unable to speak, all excuses pale and powerless in the face of evidence.

Leva and a few others along with their subordinates immediately whipped out their guns, pointing them at Joaquin's men.

Then Joaquin's people also drew their guns, aiming at Leva and his men.

Both sides immediately stood tensely at an impasse, weapons drawn.

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