Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 522: Deal with the Dwarf
Soon, as expected, Garnard agreed to Song Heping's request after he came back from the call.

That's right.

It is a requirement.

Rather than a request.

For Mexico, they have no ability to fight against the Americans.

Song Heping is now using the CIA's name, and no one dares to compete with him.

The dwarf was quickly brought out, and he was obviously stunned when he saw Song Heping in the exercise room.

He never expected that the guy who caused him to go to jail would have the courage to come to see him in prison.

"Don't act like you want to eat me. I'm here to save you."

After the guards left and only Song Heping and Qiao Quinn were left in the exercise room, he smiled and said.

"Are you here to protest against me? Don't think I can't do anything to you after I'm caught. I'm telling you, kid, you're dead!"

Qiao Quinn had a gloomy face and a pair of fierce eyes as he stared at Song Heping.

There is no doubt that if he had not been shackled, he would have rushed up and fought with Song Heping to the death.

"Shorty, you may not realize the situation you are facing now."

Song Heping pointed around.

"This isn't your first time here, is it?"

The dwarf had a gloomy face and squeezed out the words from between his teeth: "So what? Do you think you can trap me here?"

"I know you're rich. The first time you escaped from here, you bribed all the guards and hid in a laundry cart, lying comfortably outside the prison." Song Heping laughed, "So you think you can do it again."

Shorty said, "Money is a good thing, and so are guns."

There is a lot of meaning in this sentence.

Money can buy people, guns can kill people.

In Mexico, Chapo is worth tens of billions of dollars, with a vast cash vault, and he uses the money to help the poor.

In this land, he is the uncrowned king. Many people do not hate this drug dealer at all. They even think he is a hero.

Over the years, Americans have harmed Mexico, but Mexicans believe that drug lords selling drugs into the United States is just a tit-for-tat and there is nothing serious about it.

This is where the dwarf’s confidence comes from.

When the police were chasing him, he would fight them until the police were afraid of him.

If the congressmen go against him, he will go against them, assassinating, kidnapping and killing families until the congressmen surrender.

If the mayor wants to ban drugs, then send him to talk to God first. Once the deal is reached, he can come back and ban it.

The dwarf has many ways to deal with Song Heping.

At least his money could be used to hire an army of assassins to kill Song Heping.

"Ugh……"

Song Heping said, "You've been running around in Mexico for so many years. Don't you even have any brains? I don't know how someone like you managed to survive until now."

He looked around again and asked the dwarf, "Haven't you noticed that everything has changed in the past few days since you were captured? Can you see anyone besides the guards? Can you even talk to anyone? Didn't you see that the guards guarding you were all wearing masks? What kind of cell were you in when you first came here? What kind of treatment did you receive? How about this time?"

The series of rhetorical questions made the dwarf's eyes twitch slightly.

Song Heping was right.

This time is definitely different from the last time I came in a few years ago.

Not to mention that the prison guards themselves can't say a word, just look at the treatment in the cells.

When he was arrested, he was put in a luxurious cell that he had renovated at his own expense. It was fully equipped with a telephone, television, air conditioning, and a large bed. Apart from being locked up, it was no different from being outside.

This time, I had to wear shackles in the cell, and it was an open cell with no cover. Anyone from the outside could see inside clearly, and I was under the surveillance of the guards at all times.

The president who came to power last year vowed to eradicate the drug scourge, and it seems he's serious about it.

Song Heping continued, "Wake up! The Americans are now negotiating with the Mexican government to extradite you back to the United States for trial. Your money is very useful here, but it may not be omnipotent in the United States. According to your crime, you can at least be sentenced to life imprisonment for hundreds of years without parole in the United States. Do you think your money is still useful?"

Song Heping had already studied the dwarf before he came.

This guy is fearless in Mexico.

But he is not without fear. He is really afraid of being extradited to the United States.

In the United States, his influence is completely different from here.

So, whenever he was arrested, Shorty had only one thing to say to his lawyer - no matter how much it cost, he must prevent himself from being extradited to the United States!
He used to believe that his lawyer could do it.

Because at that time we had not offended the CIA and DEA, and everyone was still bound by interests.

But this time the situation is completely different.

He took the initiative to unite with other cartels (a general term for Mexican criminal groups) groups and families to turn against the CIA and DEA.

This time, whether it is the U.S. Congress, the drug enforcement department, or the intelligence department, they all want to kill me and get rid of me as soon as possible. The words of the Chinese man in front of me do not seem to be a threat.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Song Heping said, "I came here to rescue you, so please don't be ungrateful."

"Rescue?" The dwarf sneered, "Do you think I'll believe your lies?"

"Listen to my terms first, and then think about whether you want to cooperate with me." Song Heping said, "I'm just a contractor, not a CIA agent. Everything is negotiable with me." "You want money?"

A glimmer of hope ignited in the dwarf's pupils, but it quickly went out.

"Just you? Why do you deserve that?!"

He was questioning Song Heping's ability.

"Just because I can get you in."

Song Heping never hesitates to hit short people.

Guys like Shorty just deserve a beating.

He grew up in the slums, and rose from a street thug to his current position as the century's biggest drug lord. Deep down, he only respects the strong.

The dwarf will submit to whoever is stronger than him.

Song Heping wanted to strike a blow to this guy's confidence and stop him from pretending to be a big shot in front of him.

Fire was about to burst out of the dwarf's eyes again.

But he is not stupid after all.

Song Heping is right.

The dwarf felt like he had met a worthy opponent.

The other party saw through my cards, otherwise they wouldn't have come to the prison to negotiate with me.

But what surprised him most was that from Song Heping's tone, he knew he was not a CIA man at all, but a defense contractor.

"Are you here today in the name of the CIA or as a contractor?" he threw out the question.

Position is important, and identity is also important.

Different positions and different identities lead to different ways of dealing with things.

Song Heping was also straightforward and stated his purpose directly: "Both."

The dwarf thought for a moment and then said, "Tell me your price."

Song Heping said: "My price is freedom."

The dwarf was tempted and said, "How much does it cost? Be bold and make an offer."

Song Heping shook his head: "I don't want money."

The dwarf asked in surprise, "Then what do you want?"

Song Heping said, "I want Barlot's underground smuggling network."

The dwarf's expression changed drastically, and he said in a deep voice, "I can't give you his territory and resources!"

Song Heping said, "Stop pretending. Of all the cartels in Mexico, you have the best relationship with Barlotte. You also helped build his business. The CIA was originally targeting him, and they wanted to eliminate him to disrupt your underground smuggling and sales channels. It was just a coincidence that they arrested you and several other people from the other cartels. As long as you help me, I can control Barlotte's underground smuggling network."

Before the dwarf could refuse again, Song Heping raised his hand and said, "You can keep pretending, and I can wait, but let me remind you one thing: the Americans won't give up on extraditing you. Whether it takes a year or two, there will be a result. If the Mexican government can't withstand the pressure and really extradites you to the United States, then even God can't save you."

The dwarf was a little confused, but he didn't bow his head. "Humph! Do you think that if you put me in a US prison, the CIA and DEA can control the drug smuggling channels in Mexico?"

"You're right, it's indeed a bit troublesome. Otherwise, why would you think I'd come here and waste my time talking to you? Or did you think I couldn't just kill you at the scene of the arrest?"

Song Heping had already analyzed and predicted this aspect, and it was useless for the dwarf to threaten him with this matter.

"Without your assistance, the Mexican mafia will indeed spiral out of control. There might be a free-for-all, and perhaps many smaller gangs will seize the opportunity to stir up trouble and gain more territory. However, it's not impossible to control them again; it just takes more time. I don't mind. I'm paid, and the longer it takes, the more I make. But it's different for you. You'll lose everything. Do you want to cooperate with me and gain your freedom, or do you want to fight me to the bitter end and lose everything?"

The dwarf was completely speechless.

He felt that the Chinese person in front of him was just a cotton wall.

He swung his fist hard, but he had no strength at all.

"Okay... I'm willing to cooperate, but how are you going to get me out?"

The dwarf finally compromised.

Song Heping said, "It will take some time to get you out, and I can't give you any guarantees. All I can give you is a promise. If you believe it, we will cooperate. If not, I will just walk away. At worst, I will control your territory in my own way."

The dwarf wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He felt he had no choice.

"Okay, I promise. I'll have my lawyer contact you and arrange everything for you. My trusted associates outside will also assist you. However, Barlotte..."

Having said this, he paused.

Song Heping asked, "What happened to Barlotte?"

Shorty said, "You can't take away his drug smuggling network while he's still alive."

Song Heping said, "That's easy. I'll make the arrangements and send him on his way."

The dwarf frowned and said, "He's here too. Do you have the guts to send someone in here to kill him?"

Song Heping smiled confidently: "The hermit has his own clever plan."

He turned his gaze to the dwarf: "Remember, now you and I are in cahoots."

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

　　
　
(End of this chapter)