Song Heping's first thought was that the person in front of him, who had already betrayed the CIA, absolutely could not be allowed to live.
Death.
He could only die.
Otherwise, the whole affair would be ruined.
Suddenly, he noticed that the gaze of every Drug Lord present was fixed on him.
Hmm...
This feeling...
When the most fierce Drug Lords in the world are staring at you, suspecting you to be an undercover...
Song Heping finally knew what this feeling tasted like.
A layer of cold sweat seeped out on his back.
But quickly, he calmed himself down.
Panicking was useless!
If panicking could save lives, then he should definitely start panicking immediately.
Unfortunately, that would only lead to his demise!
When you're dealt a shitty hand and you've already sat down at the gambling table, the only right thing to do isn't to throw in your cards and surrender, but to go all in.
If you don't gamble, you're definitely dead!
If you gamble, there's still a chance to live!
Song Heping's mind worked like a high-speed CPU, rapidly processing.
Meanwhile, he had to act innocent.
So, he spread his hands and asked everyone, "Why are you all looking at me? Do you think I'm the mole?!"
Saying that, Song Heping suddenly stood up, feigning anger and said, "The location was arranged by you, the meeting time was set by you. When I arrived, you pulled out a so-called CIA agent and then suspected me of being the mole!"
The room suddenly fell silent.
Balrot's gaze remained fixed on Song Heping, never leaving him, watching every slight change in his expression.
He had underestimated Song Heping.
Before standing up, Song Heping was already hypnotizing himself - "I am innocent!"
He had to fully convince himself and immerse in this role.
The slightest compromise or hesitation might cause him to fall into an abyss, dead without a place to bury.
There was one more thing Song Heping was certain of.
That was Joaquin didn't have 100% concrete evidence against him.
Because after his furious questioning, Joaquin did not immediately produce evidence to completely finish him off, but instead turned towards Harrington.
"That man from the East, do you have more specific intelligence?"
Harrington shook his head.
Joaquin picked up the phone and called his subordinate in California.
"Move."
"No!"
Harrington raised his head and started screaming madly, "I really don't know, I was not involved in this operation. My superior only asked me to provide some information about you more than half a month ago, and what I told was only bits and pieces of information I heard internally! I was not part of the operation! I really didn't know!"
He desperately pleaded with Joaquin, almost hopelessly.
Joaquin held the phone, seemingly weighing whether to continue.
Actually, killing Harrington's wife and selling his daughters were just the final moves.
Even Joaquin knew what consequences he would face for doing such a thing to an agent.
All along, there has been a tacit understanding between the Mexican drug cartels and the American CIA and DEA. The relationship between them isn't simply defined by the words friend and foe.
Maintaining the balance in this relationship is the rule.
What is the rule?
Actually, no one could explain clearly.
But there were precedents of breaking the rules.
For instance, in the 80s, a DEA agent was undercover in Mexico and ended up being kidnapped by the drug cartel and tortured for over thirty hours with inhumane methods, including injections to keep the undercover awake during torture, skinning, fracturing bones, drilling into the skull, and so on.
Actually, that wasn't the worst part. What crossed the line was that the cartel then distributed photos of the torture process everywhere, boasting about their actions.
That touched the Americans' raw nerve.
It immediately alarmed the White House; the President ordered the destruction of this drug cartel at all costs.
Afterward, the DEA also stopped playing by the rules, sending a large number of agents and Special Forces members into Mexico to hunt down the executives of that cartel, employing methods no different from triads, as ruthless as possible.