From the dwarf's tone, Song Heping heard the answer.
If the dwarf did not wish to fall out with the CIA, then he would definitely not have asked the following question—"What do you want me to do?"
Since he asked, it means that he was not afraid at all.
"I plan to secure some benefits for you."
When Song Heping said this, he couldn't help but laugh himself.
It was he who had taken the CIA's orders to consolidate the drug market in Mexico.
But now, it was he who spoke of opposing the CIA.
It indeed sounded ridiculous.
But what's the problem?
No problem!
Times have changed.
In the underworld of mercenaries, relationships are always changing.
If one day the dwarf stabs him in the back, Song Heping wouldn't be surprised.
"If you cooperate with me this time, your supply of goods in Colombia will be doubled in the future, but only for your Sinoloa Group, think about it."
Song Heping threw out his offer.
The dwarf on the other end hesitated.
He couldn't figure out what Song Heping meant by this.
Isn't this guy with the CIA?
Why is he suddenly opposing the CIA?
Is this a trap for himself?
The dwarf's worries and suspicions were not unfounded.
However, the purity and quality of the goods from Colombia were extremely high.
Much better than those from Mexico.
In terms of natural versus synthetic drugs, Colombia's quality far exceeds that of Mexico.
Mexico mainly manufactures chemical drugs, with price as the advantage, but synthetics can never match up to the naturals.
The consumer group for natural products are wealthy individuals.
Wealthy people don't mind spending an extra thousand US dollars to buy some high-quality stuff.
Whereas low-end synthetic products may have a large market and strong addictive properties, the profit margin is not as high as for natural products.
As a drug lord, the dwarf was very clear about this.
Song Heping has a lot of influence in the circle of anti-government armed forces in Colombia.
The dwarf was aware of this.
Offending him, the basic source of goods would cut off eighty percent.
Interests.
What was circling in the dwarf's mind was interests.
He was tinkering with his own little calculations.
Which was greater, the cost of betraying the CIA or the gain from siding with Song Heping?
"This matter..."
He spoke ambiguously, pacing back and forth in his room, circling the table with the phone in hand.
The scales of interest swayed back and forth in his mind, leaving the dwarf unable to make the quickest judgment for a while.
"I need to think about it..."
Song Heping couldn't help but sneer: "Dwarf, stop pretending. Why did you band together several families against the CIA back in the day? Wasn't it because it was uncomfortable being squeezed by the neck? I'm giving you the chance now to sit at the table in the future and negotiate with the CIA face to face, but there is no such thing as a free lunch. If you want higher profits, then show the most sincerity."
The dwarf was still hesitating.
His hand holding the phone was already sweating, wet and clammy.
Song Heping taking the initiative to knock on his door, was it an opportunity or a trap?
The dwarf had a lot of respect for Song Heping.
This man was definitely capable.
You could entrust him with tasks, absolutely dependable.
It's just that this time, it was opposing the CIA, and that was no joke.
Once the CIA is thoroughly enraged, the risks I face will multiply.
"I am very sincere, but as you know, the CIA is no ordinary force. If they get annoyed, I won't be able to get away with it."