Chapter 601 - 545: Everyone Comes to Claim People

The smoke finally dispersed, moonlight sprinkled on the mountain road in the Eastern Madre Mountains.

White Bear crouched down to bandage the Queen's wounds.

The Queen's cheek was grazed by a stray bullet, leaving behind a three-centimeter long blood trail.

"Suka! I don't know if it will leave a scar!"

"No worries, baby, even if you scar, I'll love you just the same."

"Bugger off! It's not your face that's ruined, of course, you can make light of it!"

"In that case, how about I take a knife and cut myself, you on the left, me on the right..."

"Pfft—"

The Queen was amused to laughter.

"I'm saying, can you two not flaunt your love here? Could you consider our feelings a bit?"

Hunter stood aside, smoking and looking disgusted.

Jiang Feng ran over to report to Song Heping: "Boss, they're all tied up."

"How many casualties do we have?" asked Song Heping.

"Just a few minor injuries on our own team, no one dead; Santini's side suffered heavy casualties, with a total of 23 casualties, including 18 dead and 5 severely injured. Only 6 vehicles are still operational."

"How many captives did we catch?"

"23 captives, 37 dead. There were a few still breathing, but Santini sent them off directly." Jiang Feng glanced towards Santini's direction.

Song Heping frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and then said, "Have them take two vehicles to send the wounded back first, leave 4 vehicles for us and the rest. By the way, has the bus sent by Shorty arrived?"

"Just contacted Shorty's side, it will arrive in half an hour."

"Good, you arrange it. Remember, don't let the Sinoloa people kill anymore, got it?"

"Got it."

As he finished speaking, a wail could be heard not far away.

Song Heping glanced towards the direction of the wailing and then walked over.

On the grass beside the building, Santini was ferociously kicking Lascano, who was already down on the ground.

The men he brought out tonight were all capable generals from the group, his most elite subordinates.

Forty men came, and more than half were casualties.

The thought alone was heart-wrenching.

"Alright, that's enough."

Song Heping stopped Santini who still seemed eager to continue.

"You're going to kill him, aren't you?"

"Exactly!" said Santini: "If it weren't inconvenient here, I'd put a tire around him and give him a flaming tire treatment!"

In Mexico, drug traffickers like to beat their enemies, then put a tire over them, douse them with gasoline, and burn them to death before hanging the bodies from streetlights.

This was basic protocol in the industry.

"Santini, these people are my prisoners, not yours." Song Heping said authoritatively: "I won't fuss about the wounded ones you killed, but don't touch those alive, leave them to me to deal with."

"Boss Song, according to our rules..."

"My business follows my rules!" Song Heping interrupted Santini who wanted to argue further: "Have you forgotten the priorities?"

Santini's fierce eyes dimmed slightly; in front of Song Heping, he indeed did not have the confidence to argue.

His own boss had to obey him, let alone himself.

"Okay..."

"I know you feel disgruntled and seek revenge, but I have my own way of doing things." Song Heping did not wish to explain to such goons and directly ordered: "Now hurry and send your wounded brothers to the hospital, otherwise they're really going to meet God."

After Santini left with his people, Song Heping looked at Lascano who was struggling to sit up on the ground; his hands and feet were bound, rendering him unable to resist.

Even if he wanted to resist, it would have been futile.

Among the members of the Los Zetas Organization on-site, only he and one of his subordinates were still conscious; the rest lay slumped on the ground like mud.

"What's the matter? You seem very dissatisfied?"

Song Heping spoke mockingly: "Didn't you think you were awesome coming from the Special Forces?"

He looked up at the hillside.

"With such good terrain here, you had so many men, and you had both initiative and advantage, how come you still got caught by me?"

Lascano, his mouth bleeding from the beating, spat a mouthful of bloody sputum on the ground: "I didn't expect you to use anesthetics."

"All's fair in war." Song Heping laughed: "To think you're from the Army Special Forces and you don't even have a high-grade gas mask for a surprise attack, yet you still have the nerve to claim you're from the Army Special Forces?"

These words were akin to an insult.

Lascano lowered his head.

He never expected Song Heping to mix anesthetics into the Smoke Bomb, filling the dense smoke with an anesthetic agent.

Though his men had the advantage in offense, they usually dealt with Mexican military police and gang members which didn't require the use of high-grade gas masks. Although the individual gear included these masks, their maintenance was poor, many filters had expired and not been replaced, so many quickly succumbed.

Song Heping and his men were fully prepared with the highest-grade gas masks. Within just a few minutes, all his attacking subordinates were affected, sprawled on the ground unconscious.

Such a meticulous foe was truly fearsome.

Faced with Song Heping, Lascano simply could not respond defiantly.

"Anyway, I'm in your hands, humiliate me if you will, but let's have it done quickly."

Although Lascano was a desperado, he was certainly a tough nut; he thrust out his chest, straightened up, his eyes fearless and staring at Song Heping as if waiting for his own final bullet.

"Heh heh."

Song Heping was amused.

"Playing tough guy in front of me? I'm not buying it."

He squatted down, looking at Lascano: "Killing you is simple, it only takes one bullet. Don't pretend to be tough. Tough guys aren't afraid of death. My team has interrogation experts; if you're willing, I can let you experience the most grueling interrogation package in the world. Survive that, and then you can call yourself a real tough guy."

The toughness in Lascano's eyes indeed faded a bit.

He knew all too well what falling into the hands of an interrogation expert meant.

"Is this how you China People treat prisoners of war?"

"Ah..." Song Heping suddenly sighed, sounding somewhat disappointed: "Lascano, I see fear in your eyes, you're afraid of dying."

Lascano shivered slightly.

Just then, Jiang Feng ran over.

"Shorty has arranged the vehicles."

Song Heping stood up and looked into the distance, indeed he saw two buses driving their way.

"Load these prisoners on the bus and take them to the villa."

After saying this, Song Heping seemed to remember something.

"Remember, cover all their heads."

"Got it!"

Jiang Feng had just left when the phone vibrated.

Song Heping pulled it out to see, it was a call from Shorty.

"Shorty, what's up?"

"Song, I heard you caught dozens of Los Zetas people?"

Shorty's voice sounded very excited.

Song Heping figured he must think that capturing so many people was quite badass, which explained his excitement.

"Yes."

"Do you realize, my inside man told me, Los Zetas Organization sent out their most elite forces to ambush you!"

"So what?"

"Don't you get it?" Shorty's voice raised several decibels: "Their core forces are now in your hands. I heard at least ten members of their elite management with codenames starting with 'Z' were present!"

"So what?"

Song Heping remained as calm as an old dog, completely unflappable.

"Kill them! Killing them will deal a major blow to the Los Zetas organization as a whole! It's like cutting off an arm of the Gulf Group! You're not a local so you don't know the value of Los Zetas. They are the most important asset to the Gulf Group, many fear the Gulf Group because of Los Zetas! Why won't you kill them?! Do it fast and when you get back, I'll prepare a grand celebration, let's celebrate properly and take the opportunity to knock the edge off those four major families!"

Listening to Shorty getting worked up over the phone like a little Hitler giving a speech, Song Heping found it funny.

Damn, these drug traffickers are all shortsighted!

"Shorty, I don't plan on killing these people, including Lascano. I plan to release them, all of them."

"What?!"

Shorty was struck as if by lightning.

"Song, are you joking with me?! Release them?! Who do you think they are? Do you think by releasing them they'll owe you and not come to kill you?! Stop being naïve!"

Song Heping was annoyed by Shorty, a ruthless yet cowardly man.

After arranging people to meet him, he himself disappeared, not even daring to come to Retmon City.

In short, he was waiting to see if I could make it through the hurdle alive, and then decide based on the outcome of my encounter with Los Zetas.

Cunning old fox!

"I have my plans, Shorty. You just focus on your responsibilities, don't interfere with my plans. Remember, stick to your duties, don't overstep."

Having said that, he hung up the phone.

Right after hanging up on Shorty, the phone rang again.

It was a call from Kelly.

This old witch was well-informed; probably she knew now that I had captured members of Los Zetas Organization.

"Lady, it's such a pity you're not in Mexico, otherwise I could invite you to enjoy a beautiful counter-attack operation."

"Song, I must admit I underestimated you before."

This wasn't just flattery from Kelly.

She had been shocked herself when she heard about Song Heping's itinerary.

Strolling off the plane at Retmon City Airport, then taking a car to Saltijo; anyone with a map knew this route was certain to be ambushed.

Yet he had really done it.

Kelly thought Song Heping would play a mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind, getting her to mobilize the "Watcher" team to help.

But Song Heping didn't do that.

And now, he had actually succeeded in the counter-attack and captured a large number of core members of the Los Zetas Organization.

"Speak, why did you call me?"

"Okay, not to waste everyone's time, I'll get to the point. Members of Los Zetas Organization's core have been involved in assassinating Mexican government officials and several attacks on our citizens. Don't kill them, hand them over to our official handling."

"Lady, impossible."

Song Heping refused Kelly's request without a second thought.

"I have a use for these people."