It was on a scale that Jas could barely understand, a scale he never even thought about before, sothing he had never seen in any movie, never read in any docuntary or book, and it all was in front of him in a way that felt unreal and real at the sa ti.
Because what Calo said was clear, yes, it was clear and easy to understand, but the aning behind it was so much bigger, so heavy, sothing that was simply too much to even try to accept, too much to even think about what a drug lord could truly reach, and he said it all so openly like it was the most normal thing in the world for him.
Calo went far past anything anyone ever imagined, and he really did it… but he forgot to ntion the one thing that would have made the whole story a tiny bit more acceptable, not good but at least sothing you could listen to without your mind falling apart.
In theory, Jas could say the sa thing, how he could just buy out the banks and take control over the whole money flow, maybe even grab a small part of the central bank, and then he would basically beco a king no one could push off the throne, a king built on money and fear and power… but in reality that kind of thing is impossible, because if the governnt allowed one single man to own even a tiny piece of a state bank, the whole country would fall into chaos, the system would get smashed apart, and one person could send millions into pure madness with one bad move.
Yeah, the reality is that all of that is completely impossible for many reasons. Moreover, not a single soul would ever allow a drug lord to own a bank, since it's easy to imagine what would happen the mont a drug lord gained control over sothing so important. Jas's goal was never to beco a dictator or a warlord who kills and slaughters civilians just to rule a region in his country.
His goal is just to relax on top of his money, to finally breathe, to finally have so space, to finally live sowhere he can go out and co back ho without anyone dying around him, without the police randomly raiding him, without the constant chaos that follows him everywhere.
In short, what Calo suggested, that line between the governnt and him was an impossible thing to achieve on any level, because for him it was only possible in chi and only because it is a third-world country where everything is broken.
No schools, no hospitals, no real infrastructure, nothing that a normal chio is supposed to have, but just a land trying to survive, with villages and small towns where people live without electricity, without fresh water, without sewage, without any real hope, a place where the tiny bit of money that exists barely keeps the whole population alive, and that was what he forgot to ntion.
He wasn't coming from a country anywhere near the level of the nations inside the Union, he ca from one of the poorest, most undeveloped countries in the whole world.
In a country like that, it is easy to buy out the governnt, easy to beco corrupt, easy to control everything from the inside out, and easy to pump your own money back into the economy to make yourself look like a hero, and that is exactly why Calo is in the top ten list of the most powerful drug lords.
Not because he sold tons of kilos of drugs or because he had so massive production line, but because he corrupted the entire governnt in chio, he massacred hundreds of people who didn't side with him, and he did the sa with all his enemies, leaving nothing behind but fear and bodies.
More importantly, he took over the sa bank where the Union and all the international aid money were sent, stealing hundreds of millions.
In short and in the most basic way, he took over his whole country, but he spend his ti in Maraci to calm down a little, to relax, and of course to make the money he needed to keep his power alive, because it takes a lot of money to keep everybody in your pocket and stop people from turning against you, and that was the only way he could stay on top.
Counting everything together, Jas is actually more powerful than Calo on the drug market, because Jas has a governnt behind him with numbers and people who are capable, while Calo works on a level of corruption that is almost unbelievable, sothing so deep and dark that most people cannot even imagine it.
He is indeed a warlord who rules through fear and chaos in a broken country that struggles to even survive from day to day, while Jas is the definition of a drug lord.
"Well, it was a good talk, and I think both of you have reached the point of the most important matters." Darvik said as he slowly stopped buttoning his suit. "But I was bold enough to schedule another eting, Jas, with a person you might know."
"I hope it doesn't interfere with my business with him." Calo said as he stood up too.
"Oh no, don't worry about that. That person is not dealing with drugs, so you can relax, Calo." Darvik replied though it sounded like a threat.
"And who would that person be?" Jas joined in, trying to think of anyone he still knew who was alive… and well Darvik answer was interesting.
"Damien Montoya."
The man, the myth, the legend… the one who tried to smuggle a tank across the border. The sa man who made the news for countless outrageous stunts, pulling off many incredible and mostly unbelievable smuggles over the years.
The man Jas had completely forgotten… but had seen.
He had seen him at Lucian's funeral, at Rafael's funeral, and, more importantly, he had seen the bouquet of flowers Damien sent him when he was in the hospital.
It was clear he wanted sothing even back then but never thought more about it. As well, the thing quickened up, and thinking about it more, he didn't even hear anything about Damien. He was never in the news, not even Linda or the others spoke about him, not even one word, and it was kind of strange to her that he was her too, and moreover, he knew Darvik.
Though at least it was finally sobody he knew, and sobody who never crossed his way in, and indeed, to kill him or threaten what he had built up.
"Oh, yeah, I know his na and what he does." Jas said, as there was truly nothing bad he heard about Damien.
"Good then, let's go. Actually, the two streets away, we're going to be there quickly."
Indeed, they were there quickly, literally two streets away, which felt strange to Jas… like, why would they not et at the sa spot at the sa ti, like with Calo?
Well because Darvik's main point was to make business…
Yeah, his interest with all of this eting is to make more money, and it was better to have the eting with two different fancy restaurants just for them… yeah, a fancy restaurant where they didn't even eat a bit… at least them.
Because when they arrived at the restaurant with the convoy and went in, Damien was in there devouring the whole table of food… he was eating like a fucking king, though he stopped when he noticed Jas.
He literally jumped up from the chair and ran toward him.
"Ohh Jas, how nice to see you!" He literally shouted it with joy and excitent and even hugged him tightly like they were best friends, relatives, or sothing else, which just made the whole situation kind of embarrassing.
"Y-yeah… nice to et you, Damien." Jas said as Damien finally let him out of the hug and stared straight into his face.
Middle-aged, bald, man with mustache and beard… sobody who looked nothing like a weapons smuggler, an arms dealer, more like a loving father, which stunned Mike.
He had heard stories about Damien, that he truly had no morality, and so people described him as having zero regard toward human life, as he sold to terrorist organizations and so on, but from outside, he looked nothing like that.
A man supposedly sells a large number of guns, even tanks, rockets, and drones, but looks like a dad and acts like soone who has just seen his idol, who is much younger than him.
"I heard so interesting news from ho. The whole fucking underworld blew up, and word spread that it was ordered by a young man nad Bellini." He said as he sat back down. "So, Jas, first I'd like to ask an important question before we start… are we enemies?"
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