"The tracker isn't mine! It's definitely not mine!"

Harrington was undoubtedly the most panicked out of everyone.

He was absolutely the most baffled person present.

When did he ever carry a tracker on him?!

Here, if one is confirmed to carry a tracker, they will certainly be shot to pieces.

"Of course it's not yours, it's Joaquin's; you're just a pawn!"

Song Heping certainly wouldn't let these drug lords' minds catch up.

He meant to slip in doubts with every sentence, making them suspicious of each other, inciting murderous intent.

Their chaos was his chance to survive.

If these bastards had even a moment to calm down and think, they'd realize there were too many loopholes.

Anyone but an idiot would figure out that Joaquin wouldn't be foolish enough to use a tracker to locate the place.

After all, this manor was his own, he could recite the coordinates by heart and just had to give the coordinates to the CIA or DEA's overseas operations teams for them to launch a raid.

What need would there be for a tracker then?

But drug lords will be drug lords.

Their mistrust of each other would never disappear.

Even if they were united against the CIA, they would still backstab each other, not missing any chance to swallow their rivals.

Like crocodiles in a pond, when facing other predators, if one of their own is bitten, they will swarm over and tear it apart.

Lucas is a prime example.

Song Heping merely took advantage of their distrust.

Balrot never expected things to take this turn.

Even a veteran like him sensed something was off, but with so many guns pointed at each other, the slightest trembling hand on the trigger could be the last straw that broke the camel's back.

"Everyone calm down! Calm down! Something's not right!"

He was one of only two people who didn't draw their guns.

The other was Song Heping.

Calm down?

Song Heping sneered to himself.

Do I even give you the chance to stay calm?

"Today's meeting can't go on, I'm pulling out now! Who's coming with me?!"

Song Heping began to break down the wall.

"He has a tracker on him, so I'm sure the Americans and Mexico's Marine Corps will arrive shortly. Anyone who doesn't want to die better scatter! I'm not sticking around to become a prisoner and be shipped off to the United States to rot in jail!"

After saying this, he began to step backwards, retreating to Leva's side.

Although it was his first time meeting Little Leva, they were now in the same boat, sharing a common enemy—Joaquin.

"Shorty! I know this is your turf, but before your guys rush in, I guarantee you won't survive either!"

Leva wasn't someone to be trifled with.

He and his brother were desperadoes.

Pushed to this point, it might as well be a fight to the finish.

A drug dealer's fate and consciousness is to deal with drugs.

Death?

Isn't that just a matter of a bullet?

But Song Heping quickly added, "Right! Shorty, you have to come with us, help us leave your territory, or we die together!"

"Right!" Lucas had an epiphany, his eyebrows nearly flying up: "Shorty, you damn well can't stand idly by. If we're going to die, I'll make sure you go down with us!"

He said this through clenched teeth, and his heart reflected the same.

He had long wanted to take down Shorty Joaquin.

Especially just now, when he thought he was doomed.

Who would have thought the situation would take such a turn?

Joaquin became the bastard who colluded with outsiders to harm his own kind!

"We all die together if it comes to it, no one will be spared! Damn it, Shorty, I misjudged you! I treated you like a brother, and you play me like this?!"

Moreno, who had always been on good terms with Joaquin, was now going all out, bringing his gun to bear on Joaquin.

Seeing this, Joaquin cursed inwardly, and shouted, "Moreno, you blockhead! If you ever die, it'll surely be from stupidity! Can't you see?! It's this kid sowing discord among us!"

"I don't care! We'll talk about this later, this place is no longer safe, you must get us out of here, otherwise the Americans and the Marine Corps will be here soon!"

Moreno, who hadn't said much before and wasn't cruel, was now absolutely the most ruthless.

To have become a major drug lord in Mexico, none were saints; each one was tough as nails.

"Don't blame me for not reminding everyone, if we delay any further, the Americans will come!"

Little Leva's words reminded everyone.

Including Joaquin, who suddenly became sober as well.

"Fine! I agree to your terms, to get you out of here!"

He realized the situation.

If things kept dragging on, he'd be stuck here too.

After speaking, he glared fiercely at Song Heping. If the situation had allowed, he would have loved to tear Song Heping to pieces!

This bastard was actually the CIA's undercover agent, yet with just a few words, he'd managed to pin everything on himself.

"Put down your guns! Let's go!"

He waved his hand, and his men's guns all lowered.

"What about him?!"

Little Leva pointed at Harrington and asked Joaquin.

"Him?"

Joaquin glanced at Harrington and fired a shot with his hand raised.

Bang—

Harrington's head exploded, and his body fell stiffly, motionless from then on.

Everyone moved towards the parking lot.

Balrot sidled up to Joaquin and whispered, "Are we just going to let that kid go!? He's definitely the undercover agent!"

"We'll deal with it in the parking lot, right before we get on the vehicles. He's not familiar with these people, as long as I agree to let the others leave, no one will risk their lives to protect him."

Joaquin's eyes were ruthless, and his knuckles cracked as he clenched his fist.

Of course, Song Heping knew what he was thinking.

Right now, he could blend in with Little Leva's people and Joaquin wouldn't dare to shoot recklessly, fearing a gunfight.

But what about when it was time to split up and get into the cars in the parking lot?

Thinking of this, he anxiously glanced at the sky, already burning with impatience.

The CIA was indeed unreliable.

Couldn't they be a little more punctual?!

It had been nearly forty minutes, and the assault team still hadn't arrived?!

What the hell was going on?!

It seemed that self-reliance trumped depending on others.

Song Heping was calculating how to manage to get on Little Leva's vehicle once they reached the parking lot.

But of course, Little Leva wouldn't let him ride for free.

They weren't relatives, nor friends, simply strangers.

The only bargaining chip that could make Little Leva or Lucas intervene to protect him was the Colombian drug supply.

After all, he was on good terms with Morins, and now the ELN forces had risen to the second rank in Colombia, controlling a large territory and influencing the drug supply.

The drug lords in Mexico were also very interested in the Colombian supply; there had always been trade between them.

He could use that as a bargaining chip, regardless of whether he could deliver on it or not, bluffing his way through first was the priority.

Whether it would be successful depended on whether God would lend a hand—if he couldn't get through this, then death was what awaited.

However, as he had already mentioned, before Joaquin killed him, he would have to consider the consequences of facing retaliation from ELN and his own Defense Company.

Just as they reached the parking lot, Joaquin indeed couldn't hold back any longer.

"Everyone can leave, except for this Song guy!"

Joaquin once again aimed the gun at Song Heping.

Without waiting for anyone to object, he added, "Whoever vouches for him is declaring a death match with me. You all can go, I'll see you off, but before getting on the vehicles, I must kill him! Because I know I haven't joined forces with the CIA, but he—"

Joaquin pointed at Song Heping, his face twisted and fierce, his killing intent surging.

Everyone hesitated.

No one was willing to fight Joaquin to the death for the sake of Song Heping.

"Whoever ensures my safe departure, I'll work with them for the Colombian supply in the future!"

Song Heping also threw out his bargaining chip.

Several drug lords' eyes lit up.

"Don't believe this kid, he's just bluffing!" Joaquin said: "We're all idiots. I thought about it just now and finally it's clear to me, if I wanted to betray you all, I don't need any tracker! This is my turf, if I cooperate with the government army and the Americans to kill you guys, I just need to let them set up an ambush in my estate, there's no need for any tracker! That's just shooting the breeze!"

Song Heping immediately felt his scalp go numb upon hearing that.

Damn!

Shorty has finally caught on.

Shit just hit the fan!

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