Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 659 Barrett's Hot Bath

Although the dwarf didn't know why Song Heping suddenly turned against the CIA.

But he was very clear about one thing: a falling out would be good for him.

It was the CIA that controlled the drug circle in Mexico, which led to the dwarf being blocked everywhere and his interests being damaged, so he joined forces with several major families to rebel.

Unexpectedly, Song Heping got involved and actually forced several major families and himself to surrender.

Now that Song Heping is taking the lead in confronting the CIA, I can be happy to see it happen.

Anyway, killing a CIA undercover agent is not a difficult task. On the contrary, this has always been a tradition in the Mexican drug circle.

The dwarf has his own plans.

Sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight.

He also learned this trick from Song Heping.

This was the trick Song Heping had used on him and several other major families before.

After hanging up the phone, the dwarf called his confidant.

Then he whispered some instructions in the study.

The confidant understood what he meant and immediately turned around and left.

The dwarf stood in the study for a moment, then turned back to the desk, opened the cigar box on the table, took out a limited edition Cohiba produced this year, skillfully took the cigar cutter to cut the head, lit it, took a deep breath, let the smoke swirl repeatedly in his mouth, savoring the charming aroma and the pleasure brought by the cigar tobacco leaves stimulating the oral mucosa.

After weighing the whole thing over and over again, he smiled smugly, turned and left the house, heading towards the spacious backyard.

When he got to the swimming pool, the girls in bikinis with nice butts waved at him and shouted, "Baby, come down."

The dwarf walked to the pool with a smile, squatted down and kissed one of his favorite girls by the pool, then stood up and shouted to his men by the pool: "Let's have fun! Everyone, have a great time tonight! Let's drink enough!"

Barrett has been very busy and tired recently.

As an undercover agent, what makes him feel most tired is not only physically, but also mentally.

This afternoon another batch of cargo was scheduled to depart from St. Herman in the evening, loaded into a bulk carrier "Saint" disguised as a cargo ship, and then headed for the coast near Corpus Christi in the southern United States.

Before entering the territorial waters, a yacht will come to pick them up, and then the drug traffickers disguised as anglers will load the goods onto different yachts and transport them back to the port.

Song Heping has not been in Mexico for a long time recently.

He seems to have returned to Zdong.

Then everything here seemed to be left to me.

At first, Barrett was worried about whether he could keep his undercover identity a secret from Song Heping.

But now I can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

After all, being able to hand over most of the Mexican drug circle's transportation network to himself is definitely a sign of trust.

Compared to many drug dealers, Barrett is actually quite self-disciplined.

Apart from the social engagements that he could not avoid, Barrett usually returned to his home in the suburbs of Monterey after finishing his business at the shell transportation company every day, and then stayed alone until dawn.

The Lexus SUV stopped in the yard, and Barrett pressed the remote switch through the car window.

The garage slowly rose.

He carefully drove in and lowered the garage door.

The security in this area is pretty good.

To the outside world, he is the boss of a transportation company.

To avoid attracting too much attention, Barrett has always lived a reclusive life.

Today, as usual, he planned to go upstairs and take a comfortable hot bath in the bathroom, letting himself relax in the tub.

He loved the bathtub, but he never used the pool in the yard.

Maybe it's the habit of being an undercover agent.

He always felt unsafe being exposed in the open air in the bathtub, and always felt that someone was secretly watching him from somewhere not far away.

Leaving the garage and entering the living room, the only companion in the house, the black cat named "Garfield", ran over, rubbed against his feet, and made a strange meowing sound.

He sighed.

This cat is a stray cat that I adopted in Mexico.

The purpose is to keep myself company.

Sometimes cats are more reliable than people.

Walking into the kitchen, Barrett took cat food and a food bowl and poured half a bowl of cat food for the cat.

But Garfield didn't seem very interested and kept rubbing his feet around his legs.

Garfield seems to be in heat lately.

It is a female cat.

Barrett felt that maybe he should find a companion for it, or find a place to castrate it or have it sterilized or something.

After finally getting rid of Garfield's entanglement, Barrett went up the stairs to the second floor, threw his clothes on the bed, and went to the bathroom to turn on the hot water tap.

Then he walked over to the closet, opened the door, and found the laptop in the secret compartment underneath. Then he returned to the table, plugged it in, and turned it on. Soon, the familiar login screen appeared before him.

He quickly entered the password, then called up the log file and entered the details of today's transportation origin and destination, freight volume, product name, shipper and consignee, and even the flow of capital transactions.

This is the evidence he collected.

From the beginning, he kept a detailed record of all the transactions he handled every day.

These were Kelly's orders.

Especially the intelligence involving Song Heping, the records are the most detailed.

Everything will be recorded, including which company the final profit goes to, which channel it goes through, and which bank handles the business.

Barrett was familiar with this kind of work and finished it quickly.

Looking at the densely packed logs and records, he suddenly felt that the time might soon come to overthrow Song Heping.

These records are enough to make Song Heping a wanted criminal and top the DEA's wanted list.

Suddenly, the phone on the table vibrated.

Barrett picked it up and saw that it was Kelly's number.

He immediately entered the encryption password.

This phone is also equipped by the CIA and has anti-surveillance capabilities.

Nowadays, drug dealers have very advanced equipment, and you may be under surveillance.

After entering the password, the phone enters another hidden system.

Barrett walked to the curtain, gently opened a crack and looked out.

This has been his habit all along.

After making sure there was no one around, Kelly's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Barrett, compile the latest intelligence for this month and send it back."

"Isn't it the end of the month yet?"

Barrett was a little strange.

According to the agreement, at the end of each month, he would organize all the intelligence, make a table and send it back to the CIA.

It's only the middle of the month now, why did Kelly suddenly call and ask me to send information?
"Are you going to take action against Song Heping?"

An idea suddenly occurred to Barrett.

"Yes, we are going to get rid of him. How is the situation on your side?"

"The situation is good, they all trust me."

"That's good. If Song Heping dies, are you sure you can take over everything?"

"Currently, over 70% of the transportation network is controlled by the organization I control. With your cooperation, we should be able to put tremendous pressure on the dwarf and his men."

"Have you made contact with the Colombian side?"

“Not there,” Barrett said. “Song Heping hasn’t put me in touch with the Colombian rebels yet.”

"never mind……"

Kelly was silent for a moment on the other end of the phone before saying, "As long as you control the transportation network and put pressure on them in a short period of time so that they can't ship the goods out, and then combine that with pressure from the Mexican government, you have a chance."

"I'm actually quite happy to hear you say that. After all, being an undercover agent is not easy."

"Don't worry, you will soon resume the role you played in Mexico and continue your mission."

"That's better," Barrett said. "Song Heping is too ambitious and too smart. We can't keep him."

"I knew that a long time ago." Kelly seemed very satisfied with the call. "Just finish what I told you to do as soon as possible, and then wait for my good news."

The call was hung up.

Barrett stood blankly by the window for a while, holding his cell phone, and then he heard the sound of water overflowing from the bathtub in the bathroom.

He put down the phone, walked into the bathroom, stripped completely, and then soaked in the bathtub.

"Comfortable……"

Barrett picked up a towel soaked in hot water and covered his face with it. He relaxed and enjoyed the beautiful hot bath.

Suddenly, he heard a slight sound.

Barrett alertly tried to remove the towel in his hand, and his other hand subconsciously touched the small table next to the bathtub, on which was a Glock pistol.

At this moment, a rope was suddenly put around his neck, and his feet were suddenly pinned down...

"Uh-huh--"

The sudden change made Barrett a little panicked.

He struggled desperately, like a fat pig on the chopping board waiting to be slaughtered.

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