Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 527: Magic Disappearance

Three nights later.

The tropical storm finally arrived at the coast of Mexico, bringing abundant rain to the entire central and southern regions, which is undoubtedly good news for water-scarce Mexico.

It has been raining non-stop since last night.

It started out as a drizzle, but by four in the morning it had turned into heavy rain. This morning, the sun did not appear in the sky as usual, but was replaced by thick dark clouds.

The whole of Mexico City was shrouded in darkness, as if it were evening.

Cassandra received a call from Song Heping in the morning.

"Notify the engineering team and start digging through everyone's toilets tonight."

"Okay, I'll make arrangements right away."

Cassandra hung up the phone and held it in her hand for a long time.

He didn't know whether to thank Song Heping or kill this guy.

I have to say, after more than half a month of contact, Cassandra admitted that this Chinese man was a tough guy.

Everything was under his control, without any mistakes.

But he believed that his boss, the shorty Joaquin, and people like Song Heping were definitely not on the same path.

Song's condition for peace was the loyalty of Barlotte's smuggling network and the Sinaloa Cartel.

This is simply a big joke.

Not to mention that Barlotte is not dead, even if he is dead, his network and organization should be incorporated into the Sinaloa Cartel.

Given his boss's style, he will definitely take over this piece of fat.

How could we let it be handed over to the CIA for nothing?

Based on my understanding of the boss, he will definitely turn against this guy surnamed Song after escaping from prison.

Childish Chinese.

Do they think that drug lords can keep their promises?
When he returns to the underworld, what can he use to threaten his boss?

But before successfully escaping from prison, Cassandra must absolutely cooperate with Song Heping's actions.

He immediately sent the order.

The road construction team and the underground passage construction team began to work in the rain.

The time for the jailbreak was set at two in the morning.

In the evening, Song Heping led his men to the house at the entrance of the tunnel and met up with Cassandra.

"Want a cup of coffee?"

Song Heping put on the stove, started boiling water for coffee, and invited Cassandra.

Cassandra thought about having to stay up all night to escape, so of course she would not refuse this kind offer.

He sat down in the folding chair and took the cup from Song Heping opposite him. While waiting for Song Heping to pour hot water into his cup of instant coffee, he kept stealing glances at the Chinese man opposite him.

"Why? Cassandra, do you have anything to say to me?"

Song Heping took the initiative to ask questions.

Cassandra was stunned for a moment, her eyes evasive. After a moment of hesitation, she asked tentatively, "After they all come out, Mr. Song, are you going to let my boss and the others leave here?"

He noticed that the house was now surrounded by Song Heping's people.

These people were fully armed and drove over in bulletproof cars. They were obviously veterans who had experienced many battles.

Maybe Song Heping has a backup plan?

Are there any troops he has lying in ambush nearby?

To be safe, you have to leave here.

Cassandra doesn't care about the other major families, but her boss has decided to move to the mountains to hide for a while this time.

Once the drug lords in prison are discovered to have escaped, Mexico City will definitely be completely blocked by the police, and even the army may be dispatched. By then, not even a fly may be able to fly out.

So, I left Mexico City and headed for the mountains near Ascension. Only after I got there did I truly feel free.

"Of course, we'll leave here. Don't you have a car? I'm a man of integrity. So, you should drive away in your own car so you don't suspect we've installed a tracking device on it."

Speaking of trackers, Cassandra remembered one thing. The bosses were caught in one fell swoop because the Chinese man in front of her went directly to the villa with a tracker hidden on his body.

Now he actually said frankly that in order to avoid suspicion, he allowed himself to use the vehicle that had been prepared long ago instead of the one they provided.

This attitude is puzzling.

He's not stupid, is he?

Is there any way to make his boss listen to him after he leaves?
Song Heping looked very calm and composed. After finishing his coffee with a smile, he leaned against the wall leisurely and said to Jiang Feng, "Jiang Feng, you go and keep an eye on their construction and check their progress. I won't be doing it myself, so you can take care of this matter."

After saying that, he half closed his eyes and began to rest.

In the prison just a few hundred meters away, in the office building of the sixth prison area, Gardner stood at the window and looked at the construction site in the heavy rain for a full ten minutes.

"Are they crazy?"

Gardner said to Gus, "Did you really not see anything fishy going on at their construction site the last time you searched it?"

Gus said with certainty, "Absolutely not."

Garnard turned away from the window, paced a few steps, and suddenly turned to Gus and said, "Something's wrong! Take a few dozen people over there immediately and check inside!"

"Still going in?!"

Gus said awkwardly, "We already received a complaint from the municipal government last time, and this time we don't even have the necessary formalities..."

"Didn't we have the procedures last time? The procedures didn't specify how many times we had to go!" Superintendent Garnard had a strange, ominous premonition in his heart. He had never seen municipal workers in Mexico willing to work overtime on rainy nights.

There's definitely something wrong there!

Gus said reluctantly: "This excuse... seems too..."

"This time, instead of saying you suspect they're digging a tunnel, just tell them to stop the construction because it's too noisy! Create some chaos during the negotiations, and then send someone in to investigate."

Garnard insisted on his orders.

Gus finally gave in: "Okay."

He turned and left, muttering something as if he was cursing something.

After Gus left, Garnard began pacing back and forth in the office again.

When the time came, he turned around and quickly walked to his desk, picked up the landline, and quickly dialed the colonel of the duty room.

"Brun? I'm Garnard."

"Sir, what's the matter?"

"Are there any abnormalities among the Shorty's men today?"

"No, sir, they are just as usual. The shorty is still sitting on his bed."

"is it?"

Garnard was puzzled. He rubbed his right eyelid, which had twitched slightly.

"Remember to keep a close eye on the surveillance cameras tonight. Have the officers patrolling the corridors keep an eye on them to make sure nothing goes wrong."

"Sir, that cell is so clear you can even see people sleeping, and you can even see half of their bodies while they're showering. It's fine, unless someone can take over the prison."

"I'm reminding you to be careful tonight..."

As Garnard was speaking, there was a rumbling sound of thunder in the sky outside.

He looked out the window subconsciously.

At the construction site beside the road, Gus and his men were already shoving and pushing with the other people on the construction site. He saw several of his men taking the opportunity to squeeze into the fence.

"Alright, that's it. Everyone, keep your eyes open and keep a close eye on me! I have a feeling something's going to happen..."

"Okay, sir. I think the recent noise from the construction site has made everyone a little haggard. I suggest you put on your earplugs and get a good night's sleep tonight. The sky won't fall..."

"Well……"

Garnard mumbled a response and put the phone down.

Not long after, Gus appeared in the office, dripping wet.

"Sir, our people have checked inside and they're really just expanding the underground sewage pipe. There's no problem at all."

"Ok?"

Garnard stood up from his chair in confusion.

He still couldn't believe Gus's report.

"Did you go in and see it with your own eyes?"

"With my own eyes, in person!" Gus's answer was not at all vague.

"Okay, go back and take a shower and change your clothes. Maybe I'm being too sensitive..."

Garnard waved his hand and let Gus leave.

The construction site outside seemed to be taking revenge on the prison guards' previous overstepping of boundaries. The excavators seemed to have stepped on the accelerator and emitted a deafening roar.

Garnard quickly plugged his ears with earplugs and cursed these damn municipal workers in his heart.

Then he returned to his bed, took a book and read for a while, then fell asleep in a daze.

Two o'clock in the morning.

The monitoring personnel in the duty room have begun to yawn.

Outside the drug lords' doors, prison guards wearing earplugs patrolled back and forth every few minutes.

But there is nothing new.

Those big drug lords were all lying on their beds, fast asleep.

Just as the patrolling prison guard was leaving again, the monitor in the surveillance duty room saw the dwarf get up from the bed, run into the toilet with his pants pulled up, and squat down on the toilet.

The monitor yawned again, stretched, leaned back and squinted his eyes.

About ten seconds later, he opened his eyes again.

Suddenly, he found that several drug lords had gotten up one after another and went to the toilet.

"grass!"

He cursed coldly: "Taking a shit in the middle of the night is quite a tacit understanding..."

He whistled boredly, then took out his cell phone to send a message to his girlfriend. Tonight was his girlfriend's birthday, and if it wasn't his turn on duty, he would have had a big dinner with his girlfriend and gone to the bar to have fun.

His fingers moved quickly as he typed a message on his phone - Sweetheart, I will celebrate your birthday tomorrow.

Soon, there was a response from the other side - OK, my sweetheart, are you still on duty?
"Yes, he's still on duty. It's these drug lords who are responsible..."

"Then you go ahead and do your work. I'll be waiting for you at home. Goodbye, and I'll kiss you a thousand times."

"Kiss you a thousand times."

The monitor put away his phone with a sweet smile and looked at the monitor again.

He found that the drug lords were no longer visible on several surveillance cameras.

These guys are all in the bathroom and haven't come out.

"What did you eat that took so long?"

The toilet is the only blind spot for the surveillance camera. There is a 1.3-meter-high concrete fence there. In fact, even if you are standing to take a shower, it can only cover the sensitive parts. The only thing that can cover the body when squatting is when you are defecating.

This is the last bit of dignity and privacy left for drug lords. It can be said that surveillance has been taken to the extreme.

He glanced at his watch.

Ten minutes passed.

So keep waiting.

twenty minutes……

thirty minutes……

Forty minutes...

No one stood up from the toilet.

"what?"

He saw on the surveillance camera that the prison guards were still patrolling in the corridor outside the cell.

But like himself, he seemed to think that the drug lords were going to the toilet.

So the monitor picked up the intercom and started calling: "Lando, this is Bren, did you notice that they all seem to have gone to the bathroom?"

"They? You mean the dwarf and the others?"

In the surveillance footage, Lando, who was on patrol, walked up to the dwarf's cell and looked inside.

"I think I went to the bathroom just now."

"It's been half an hour and he still hasn't come out."

"is it?"

Lando walked to the iron gate, pulled out his baton and knocked on it, making a bang-bang sound.

"Shorty! Shorty!"

No one in the cell responded.

Brun, who was sitting in front of the monitor, suddenly felt that something was wrong.

"Quick! Call someone over, open the door and take a look!"

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

　　
　
(End of this chapter)