Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 487 US-Mexico Border
Town H, on the US side of the US-Mexico border.

In a remote warehouse in the suburbs.

This was previously a warehouse rented by a border trading company, but it went bankrupt due to poor management. Recently, the owner of the warehouse received a new lease contract.

The new tenant was very generous and paid a year's rent at once without bargaining.

But there was a condition. He said that he rented the warehouse here to carry out research and development of a new technological project. For the sake of patent confidentiality, he hoped that the landlord would not come here to hang around. He also left a phone number and said that if he had any questions, he should contact his secretary and not to disturb him as he was very busy.

The homeowner took the business card and looked at it. It had a company name that sounded very Chinese: "Falcon Technology Development Co., Ltd."

Look at this tenant again. He looks to be under 30 years old, very young, and of Chinese descent.

Chinese people have always been known for being law-abiding and honest in the United States. Most of them would not do anything sneaky. Although H Town is one of the most rampant areas for drug smuggling on the US-Mexico border, Chinese people engaged in this business are a minority after all.

"No problem, don't worry, I won't come to disturb you for no reason!"

The homeowner smiled with a mouthful of yellow teeth stained by cigarettes, and every inch of fat on his body radiated happiness and joy.

"Don't bother me if you have any questions. Contact my secretary and he will help you handle all your problems."

It seems that this Chinese tenant is very serious and rigorous.

In view of the generous rent, the redneck landlord smiled like a flower again and said repeatedly: "No problem, no problem!"

In fact, he has a problem in his heart.

For the next week, he drove quietly to a big tree near the warehouse every day and observed the movements in the warehouse with a telescope.

After all, no one can guarantee whether this Chinese man rents his warehouse to be used as a special drug warehouse. If that is the case, the impact on himself will be huge.

This kind of problem often occurs in border towns. Drug traffickers rent warehouses to store drugs that come through the Mexican underground tunnel. Sometimes, due to internal conflicts, they even execute hostages in the warehouses and bury them in the nearby desert.

Once you get into this kind of trouble, it is easy to get entangled in lawsuits.

After a week of observation, we found that trucks were coming in and out of the warehouse, and all the items unloaded from the trucks were electronic equipment.

After watching for a few days, the homeowner finally felt relieved. He confirmed that these people were definitely not drug dealers because the electronic equipment and computers they moved in were enough to set up a scientific research laboratory.

On the fifteenth day, the new tenant Song Heping was sitting in one of the wooden rooms in the warehouse, studying a large amount of information and maps on the computer, when the mobile phone on the desk vibrated.

"Ms. Kelly, is there something urgent you need from me?"

"Song, you've been in H Town for a full half month, and I haven't seen any plans or movements from you."

The voice on the other end of the line was that of Kelly, the head of the covert operations department.

"Are you here in H Town for vacation? Don't forget, I got the half deposit you requested, and I've also sent you the equipment and technicians you requested. But my people say you've been eating and drinking with your colleagues in the warehouse lately, or driving your pickup truck into the desert hunting. Do you really think you're here for a vacation?"

"Ma'am, I don't think you understand my way of doing things. I've always been trustworthy, and I never fight a battle I'm not sure of. These past few days, your people only saw me eating and drinking with my colleagues here, but they didn't see us locked in the conference room to discuss countermeasures. They thought I was out hunting, but they didn't know I go out every night and come back at dawn."

Song Heping said: "I'm not hunting, I'm scouting."

Kelly felt that Song Heping was just being mysterious.

Still reconnaissance?
What to scout?
I provided him with a lot of intelligence and data.

The amount of drug smuggling across the border each year, the hot smuggling routes across the border, and the gangs and groups involved are all clearly known.

What he wanted was for the other party to enter Mexico and kill Batlló, rather than stay in the United States and hide in a small warehouse on the border to do some "reconnaissance."

"Reconnaissance? I can provide you with any intelligence and data you want. What can you find in the desert? The border police and the DEA know better than you."

"I'm just here to verify the accuracy of the information you provided. These past few days, I've been to some of the hotspots mentioned in your intelligence and have observed some situations."

"Tell me what you saw?" "There's a mole among you. I don't know who it is, maybe the police, maybe the DEA, or maybe one of your own people."

Song Heping showed no mercy and said bluntly, "I'm thinking about who I should use for the next move. I don't trust your people, and I don't trust the police either."

"If you can't trust anyone, what are you going to do? Just hire people from your own company?"

"That's right. Isn't this a good thing for you? If anything goes wrong in the future, you can just tell others that it has nothing to do with you. Isn't this exactly what you want?"

Hearing Song Heping's slightly teasing and sarcastic tone, Kelly was unable to refute.

Song Heping was absolutely right.

The advantage of giving money is that it does not harm your body and can avoid casualties.

"So when are you going to take action?" Kelly asked. "I've allocated my funds to you. If you don't do anything, how can I report this to my superiors?"

Song Heping said, "It's a good thing you called me today. I just came up with a bold plan."

"Tell me."

"I want one person, just one. Can you get it for me?"

"As long as he's in the United States, I can get it for you."

"No problem, he's in the United States, and he's in the DEA."

"Who?"

"He used to be an undercover agent for the DEA. He spent six years in Mexico. After that, he returned to the US and became an agent. But it seems he's resigned now. His name is Brian Barrett."

"he?!"

Kelly was obviously surprised to hear the name.

"Can't you find someone else? Why do you have to find him?"

"What? Didn't you say you'd provide everything I needed for this operation? In the United States, isn't your CIA omnipotent?"

"He's a madman. No one can control him. You're asking for trouble if you go after him."

"Your poison is my nectar."

"what?"

"Just because you can't control it doesn't mean I can't."

"Song, you think too highly of yourself. If you use him, you'll easily get yourself into trouble."

"I've read his profile. He's quite interesting and very capable. I need someone like him."

"I can't give it to you. He has already left the drug enforcement department and is now under the command of no department."

"I just want you to give me his address, and I will go to him in person and convince him to join."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment.

At the last moment, Kelly said, "Pay attention to the message. I will send you his address and phone number."

　Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)