Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 505 The fatal thing is coming!
Song Heping thought he could just watch the show and delay until the reinforcements from the "Watchmen" team and the Marines arrived.

After all, the signal transmitter has been turned on. In theory, within half an hour, as long as the drone is still in this airspace and patrols within the signal receiving range, it will be able to detect this weak signal.

All he had to do was watch these drug dealers fight among themselves, then sit back and wait for the assault troops to arrive. He would pretend to be panicked and run away with these drug dealers, so that the signal source would remain next to these drug lords. In the end, none of them would be able to escape.

The plan is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.

The man that Qiao Quinn had his men bring this time dragged Song Heping into it.

Two of Joaquin's tall men quickly returned, bringing another guy with them.

After the man was brought up, the other drug lords present immediately showed surprised expressions.

Little Leva couldn't help but exclaim: "Mr. H!?"

Mr. H?

Song Heping's heart skipped a beat. To hide his shock, he picked up the cup and took a sip of juice.

Isn’t this Mr. H, the person that several drug lords were talking about just now, who is in charge of the communication channel between the CIA and the Mexican drug cartels?

How did he get caught?!

I am!

Song Heping had a bad feeling.

Between the two Sinaloa Cartel gang members stood a blond, blue-eyed man who looked to be in his forties. His hands seemed to be handcuffed behind his back, but his back was still straight. Judging from his temperament, he seemed to be a soldier.

"Mr. H!?" Moreno, the leader of the Knights Templar gang, was shocked when he saw who was coming.

He immediately turned to Joaquin: "Are you crazy!?"

Mr. H, all the drug dealers who met him only knew him by this name.

Everyone in this line of work knows that this is not a real name, and no one uses a real name.

Mr. H is obviously just a pseudonym.

But there is one thing that everyone knows, Mr. H’s background is not simple.

Simply put, the role he plays is the Black Glove, and his relationship is similar to that between Song Heping and the military leaders stationed in Iraq.

The CIA's covert operations department was doing drug business in Mexico, and Mr. H was their agent.

After all, a lot of funding for overseas secret operations is not public, and it is impossible for Congress to pass it alone, so many operations cannot be implemented at all.

Therefore, Mr. H is responsible for assisting the Overseas Operations Office in making money here, and the collected funds serve as the CIA's small treasury for overseas operations and can be allocated at any time to any action project that needs support.

Mr. H will provide security for the drug business of the five major families. He can tell the drug lords when and where it is safest to cross the border, and he will forge some documents for them. These documents can even allow them to easily pass through the tightly patrolled United States and Mexico, and even Europe, without hindrance, in the names of various companies, civil organizations, and even the military.

In other words, Mr. H’s background is just a puppet, and the CIA is behind him.

Although Joaquin joined forces with the other four major families to turn against the CIA more than a year ago, he gradually went from not listening to the announcement to not listening to the announcement at all.

But the two sides have not yet reached the point of life and death, at least they have not completely torn their relations apart.

Now they have kidnapped Mr. H. Are they trying to completely turn the family upside down?
This was the thought that flashed through the minds of Leyva Jr. and Moreno.

Joaquin remained indifferent to Moreno's questioning. Instead, he turned to Mr. H and said, "Mr. H, I'm sorry to have put you through this injustice, but I can't help but be on guard. You're my benefactor, my shield, and my life-saving talisman. If it weren't for you..."

Joaquin looked around and paused for a moment when his eyes passed over Song Heping's face.

Then he put on a strange smile and pointed to the sky.

"Maybe a plane will drop a bomb on my head."

Song Heping was shocked when he heard this.

Damn it!
Am I exposed?!

Joaquin was obviously referring to the drones in the sky, but what he didn't know was that no attack drones were sent this time, but there was an electronic reconnaissance aircraft in the air.

But this was enough to shock Song Heping.

He suddenly understood that there was a reason why people like Joaquin had been able to dominate Mexico's hellish drug market for so many years.

He glanced at Barlotte furtively, calculating the time in his heart.

According to estimates, the Secret Operations Department should be able to find the location of their signal in another twenty minutes.

drag.

Can only delay.

Stay calm in the face of any changes.

Otherwise I will really die here this time.

The person who is most worrying at the moment is Mr. H.

I don't know if he is being tough or not.

It was also unclear whether he knew about the recent secret deal between him and Kelly.

This made Song Heping uneasy.

Mr. H was escorted and knelt in front of everyone, with his head tilted and blood at the corner of his mouth.

You don't need to ask to know that he must have suffered physical pain.

"Let me introduce him to you all first," Joaquin said, pointing to Mr. H. "Everyone here is familiar with him. We've all dealt with him before, but you didn't know his name before, right?"

The others present looked at each other and shook their heads.

Joaquin turned to Mr. H. "Why? Introduce yourself?"

Mr. H shuddered, licked his dry lips, and whispered, "My name is Harrington, and I'm an agent of the CIA's Covert Operations Division in South America. My codename is H." At this point, Harrington looked up at Joaquin and said, "Shorty, you tied me up here. Don't you know what the consequences will be?"

"Of course I know. I'm not stupid!" Joaquin stood up and shouted like a big shot giving a speech at the podium, "Don't use your identity as a secret CIA agent to pressure me. When you dealt with us before, we knew you had a very close relationship with the CIA. In fact, we knew you were a CIA agent even if you didn't say it. But I'm not afraid of you bureaucrats!"

He slowly walked around the table and approached Harrington, then squatted beside him and asked, "During the interrogation, you said there was a mole among our guests today. Who is it? Point it out now."

Harrington began to tremble, his head drooping lower and lower, but he said nothing.

Joaquin's words shocked everyone present.

"The mole?!"

Little Leva was the first to jump out of his chair.

"Shorty! Who's the traitor?!"

Joaquin smiled and said, "Why don't you ask Mr. Harrington?"

After saying this, his hawk-like sharp eyes swept across everyone present again.

Little Leva rushed over and grabbed Harrington: "Tell me, if you just tell me, I think you can save your life."

Harrington remained silent.

Joaquin joked, "Little Leva, you can't ask like that. Do you think the agents are all softies? They'll tell you anything if you ask them casually?"

Little Leva said unhappily, "Come and try if you're good enough!"

Joaquin snorted, walked over to Harrington, took out his phone from his pocket, and said to him, "The weather is really nice today. The weather forecast in California says it will be sunny all day today. A lot of people are going to the beach to play in the water."

Harrington began to tremble again.

Song Heping saw the clue.

I thought Joaquin must be up to his old tricks again.

Using other people's relatives as threats.

These drug dealers always like to do things that bring harm to their families.

But I have to say that this method is old-fashioned, but it works.

Joaquin opened his phone and pulled up a video: "This video was just sent to me by someone there. It's absolutely fresh. Take a look."

Song Heping glanced at Qiao Quinn's phone and vaguely saw a video secretly filmed on the beach.

Blue sky, white clouds, and tourists on the beach.

The background sound is laughter and playfulness, creating a peaceful and harmonious scene.

However, Ha Lingdong's face became paler and paler, until the last bit of blood color disappeared.

Qiao Quinn was very proud: "You don't have to tell me, but I can send someone to bring my regards to your family right away."

Big beads of sweat slid down Harrington's face. He stared at Joaquin and said, "Shorty, you're courting death! If you do this, the CIA will hunt you down to the ends of the earth."

"The ends of the earth! I'm not going anywhere! I'm in Mexico! Before your so-called pursuit comes, why don't you take a look at what happened to your own family?"

Joaquin is sure to win.

"Your two daughters are so beautiful. They are still very young, one in high school and the other in junior high school. Oh, God, I can't bear it. But if you don't cooperate, I will be happy to let my people treat them well."

As he spoke, a meaningful light flashed in his eyes.

Harrington was still shaking.

Joaquin turned off the video, picked up the phone, and dialed a number: "Get started right away. Kill the big one and take the two little ones away. Have fun, have fun, and then sell them to Eastern Europe."

Eastern Europe is a famous place for human trafficking and a hot spot for underground human transactions.

As a CIA agent, Harrington certainly knew this.

"That's enough! I say!"

He still gave in.

"Wait, wait for my order." Joaquin ordered the operation to stop, and then asked Harrington: "Can you tell me now? Who here is the traitor?"

"I heard……"

Harrington's breathing began to quicken.

"Take your time, don't be impatient, just point it out, but I have to remind you that if you commit suicide, I will still do the same for your wife and children. Understand?"

Joaquin seemed to notice something and reminded Harrington.

Harrington turned his head to look at the smug Joaquin and said through gritted teeth, "Shorty, you are a damn scum!"

Joaquin spread his hands and said, "I am a scumbag. Do you think I think I am a good person? Even my mother doesn't think I am a good person. She is a devout Christian. When I killed my first person at the age of twelve, she said I was a scumbag. But, what does it matter?"

Harrington found that he was not offensive or threatening at all to the drug lord in front of him. The other party was indeed a scumbag, but scumbags have an advantage: as long as the bottom line is low enough, no one can hurt you.

"I heard... the Secret Operations Department is doing something big lately. They're collaborating with an Oriental guy, planning to use a large-scale drug deal to lure out Barlotte..."

Although Song Heping remained calm, his heart had already started beating wildly.

Damn, things are going to get bad!
He glanced at his watch.

Fifteen minutes left.

　Asking for a monthly ticket! Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)