"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.