"The tracker isn't mine! It's definitely not mine!"
Harrington was undoubtedly the most panicked out of everyone.
He was absolutely the most baffled person present.
When did he ever carry a tracker on him?!
Here, if one is confirmed to carry a tracker, they will certainly be shot to pieces.
"Of course it's not yours, it's Joaquin's; you're just a pawn!"
Song Heping certainly wouldn't let these drug lords' minds catch up.
He meant to slip in doubts with every sentence, making them suspicious of each other, inciting murderous intent.
Their chaos was his chance to survive.
If these bastards had even a moment to calm down and think, they'd realize there were too many loopholes.
Anyone but an idiot would figure out that Joaquin wouldn't be foolish enough to use a tracker to locate the place.
After all, this manor was his own, he could recite the coordinates by heart and just had to give the coordinates to the CIA or DEA's overseas operations teams for them to launch a raid.
