cartel
In the vast criminal underworld, cartels reign supreme; get the full scope of global drug trafficking networks from notorious kingpins down to lowly street pushers.
Who was Adolfo Constanzo, the narcosatanic of Matamoros
April 9, 1989. Matamoros police storm Rancho Santa Elena. The 110 kilos of marijuana found there are the least of the problems, inside there is an iron cauldron that gives off a stench that is impossible to breathe. Inside there is dried blood, a human brain, cigarette butts, forty empty bottles of liquor, machetes, garlic and a roasted turtle.
By diego michel4 years ago in Criminal
The pop off.
Written by Knightshade Leone Apropos of absolutely nothing but this morning I walk out of the supermarket with an arm full of skinny rectangular boxes of overly priced gluten free macaroni and cheese. Just before I get to my car I peel off one of the thin plastic food service gloves I wear to make groceries nowadays and before I can reach into my back pocket for my keys something catches my eyes and ears.
By Knightshade Leone 4 years ago in Criminal
Reason First
In Mexico, the cartels are running the politicians. Presidente Andrés Manuel López Obrador has committed to a “non-confrontation policy.” The money generated from the various fractured gangs, which number in the mid hundreds, comes from attacking cartels that sell drugs like fentanyl.
By Skyler Saunders4 years ago in Criminal
Chop Shop King
Dad was an artist about his work. He of course had to go spot his next job. I might make it seem easy, but believe me each job you would think was mission impossible. Dad would actually create tools to make the jobs possible. How did he get by with so many job's for so many years? He was the master at it all. Year's of practice, fine tuning his thoughts with each job. I remember one job he cut three air tanks into to shorten the air tanks from previous truck's. To make it easier to carry each one. Before long we had like ten homemade tank's around the property. He got the time down to give minutes or less. To be standing in front of a truck to driving it away. In this type of business time is the key to getting away clean. See none of us ever got caught while doing a job. Seriously three truck's a week for seven year's, five year's, even in Delaware.
By Michael Mullins5 years ago in Criminal
The Binder
Listening to the water lap away at the edge of the lawn as the wind caresses my face. I can only smile. We did it. WE DID IT! We saved one more. This one was a little bit harder to handle for me. I knew Samantha’s grandmother personally. She was a friend, family. I had stood and looked her in the eye and promised to be there for her granddaughter. I will not stop now. Right now, I want to just sit here. Inhale the sweet scent of nature and good wine. Tomorrow will come soon enough, and I’ll fight more idiots then.
By Tlynn Noah5 years ago in Criminal
Teeth
It truly was the perfect score; all the way until it all went wrong. The money was exactly where we were told it would be. Sure, there were two guards, but we were told their locations, and it was a simple matter to hit ‘em with tasers, blindfold, and handcuff ‘em, they were no longer any danger to anyone. They never saw our faces, and in less than five minutes the entire score was done. Cardboard boxes, like from those moving places. Each box weighed about 40 pounds, Joey said they were about $400,000 per box, by weight. Can you imagine? So much money you need to weigh it instead of counting it. So, each box was 400k, and we just backed up the van to the door and loaded 100 boxes inside. Easy as you please. We was told they was thirty-two mil’ in the shack, I guess, maybe the boxes were part of the weight or somethin’. Each of us got 5 million, and the rest was to pay bob’s contact. That part went smooth as glass. We just drove over to the storage place, like we was moving house. Entered the combo like we was told, and counted out twenty-two boxes. We closed the door and headed back to my place. We each took fifteen boxes, and went our own separate way. Easy peasy, right? Not so much. What we didn’t understand, was each box had an RFID. I know, you all saw them tags in stores. Pretty useless right? If you can get around the posts by the door, no big deal, right? Wrong. I guess these was special tags, and they had some sort of hand scanner things they pointed out the windows of they cars. I was sleepin’ when they came for me. Heh heh, I had tossed a bunch of the cash in my bed and was rollin’ in it. You ever saw a hunnert thou in one spot? It’s a shitpot of dough let me tell you. I dumped one of them boxes out, it was thousands of twenty-dollar bills. Like half an inch deep in my bed. I might have had a little sumthin’ to help relax after the job was done, and I was passed out hard.
By Brian Amonette5 years ago in Criminal
