"Song! What the hell are you doing!? You can't just kill these people willy-nilly!"
Wilson frowned in reminder, "This is Mexico!"
Song Heping said, "So what if this is Mexico? These are drug traffickers' people. If they catch you guys—"
He turned to look at the surrounding Marines.
"Do you think they'd be polite to you? Why do you think you're all wearing masks, don't you have any idea? Isn't it because you're scared of retaliation? Stop acting so goddamn sanctimonious in front of me. If we catch Shorty and his cohort, you'll be safer than you've ever been. If we delay and they escape, that's when you're least safe!"
Finishing his words, he turned back and aimed at the gang member's head.
Bang—
The second shot.
The second person.
The gang members lying on the ground began to whimper, collapsing in sobs.
Song Heping approached the third man, the gun barrel still aimed at the guy's head.
He noticed a puddle of liquid beneath the pants of the third gang member.
"Pissed yourself?"
The corners of his mouth curved up like an uncontrollable AK.
"Tell me, and you can live."
The guy trembled even more violently.
Song Heping said, "Remember, I have no interest in your life. I'm not even after your boss's head. I'm looking for Balrot. Anyone who stops me from catching Balrot tonight, I'll put down."
The killing intent blazed within him like flames.
The surrounding Marines and Wilson felt it too. Despite the burning fire around them and the high temperature, they still felt a chill down their spines.
"I'll talk—"
The gangster on the ground could no longer bear the torture, shrieking loudly with a sobbing voice.
"I'll talk! I'll talk!"
"Who is it?! Get up and point them out."
Song Heping pulled him up from the ground and turned him to face his fellow thugs.
"Tell me, who?"
"Third row... fourth one..."
He shakily glanced in that direction, then hung his head in fright.
Song Heping pushed him towards the Marines, "You guys should give him some protection."
After that, he went straight to the fourth gangster in the third row and demanded, "You, stand up."
The man rose sluggishly from the ground.
Song Heping saw his face, with a knife scar on the left cheek, and eyes full of ruthlessness, high cheekbones.
Clearly a hardened criminal.
"Just kill me!"
His opening statement was fierce.
"If you dare, shoot me in the forehead!"
Upon hearing this, Song Heping cracked a smile and turned to Wilson, "See? A tough guy!"
Then he asked the man, "What's your name?"
"Kofi."
"Kofi, let me tell you something worse than death." Song Heping said smilingly, "Tomorrow, the newspaper will feature a report with your name, claiming you were our insider. They'll credit you with breaching the manor and finding the tunnel. Then we'll let you go. You surely have family. Don't worry, the police and the military won't bother your whole family. You'll be quite safe."
He said, lightly tapping on the scarred side of the man's cheek.
Then he gave a thumbs-up and chuckled, "A tough guy, right? Heh."
Kofi's face turned pale.
He began to chatter his teeth.
"You're a devil!"
After a moment, Kofi squeezed out these words through clenched teeth.
Song Heping spread his hands, "If I'm called a devil by a drug trafficker, I'll take it as an honor."
"Northwest, the last exit is 11 kilometers from here. There's an exit in Leimo Town, next to the dam..."
Kofi confessed.
He could feel the breath of death.
Song Heping wasn't joking; he would really turn himself into a traitor to the organization.