The waters between Ensenada City and Guadalupe Island were rich in fisheries, and many fishern liked to work there.
An old fishing boat with a grating engine noise was fishing nearby, and the young Koulibaly followed behind his father, helping to forcefully pull in the nets as slogans filled with xican slang were shouted, and the nets were dragged up by the machinery.
Koulibaly hadn’t even caught his breath when he heard his father’s curses. He looked up and his pupils dilated in shock.
A half-body lay among the fish, the upper half gone, the wounds looking as if it had been bitten off by so ferocious prey.
Finding a dead body in the sea was disconcerting and considered bad luck, but being seasoned at sea, they simply tossed it aside and planned to bury it on land once ashore.
Finding corpses in xico was all too common. If you saw a plastic bag lying on the street in a bustling area, you’d best not look inside out of curiosity, for you might find it full of... human tissues.
In September 2019, in a well outside the city of Guadalajara in Jalisco, people slled a strong putrid stench. The police found a pile of shredded flesh and tissue inside, which they pieced together to roughly 119 bodies.
Why roughly?
Because there were always bodies that couldn’t be fully assembled!
Drug traffickers who killed each other liked to chop bodies into pieces, as if that could sohow intimidate their enemies.
The crew thought it was a fluke, but when body parts turned up in three consecutive hauls, the captain finally sensed sothing was amiss and returned to port overnight.
Back in port, Koulibaly saw many fishing boats and learned from them that they too had found bodies.
The news quickly alerted the Ensenada City police, who sent people over. Together, these fishing boats had pulled up a total of 167 bodies.
And the number kept rising.
Familiar tattoos found on these bodies tentatively identified them as local drug traffickers who had drifted over from the opposite side of Guadalupe Island.
The incident quickly alerted the local governnt, and they speculated that sothing major had happened on Guadalupe Island!
By the ti the news reached the ears of Ramon of the Tijuana Cartel, it had already spread rapidly.
With the dia’s involvent, the news burst forth from Baja California State and began to boil over into the whole of xico.
...
anwhile, Victor was "constructing" infrastructure on Guadalupe Island.
When a drug trafficker "accidentally" fell into the sea, their "inheritance" without heirs was all confiscated.
On Guadalupe Island, Uncle Victor was the state!
What?
You say you’re the son of so drug trafficker?
Then surely you’re a drug trafficker too. You want to claim inheritance? Take your shot first. If you survive, I’ll recognize you as the rightful heir.
The eradication of drug traffickers resulted in funds over 16 million US dollars, as well as 100 kilograms of gold and countless pieces of jewelry.
What a windfall!
What does this teach us?
Keep your business clean because the mont you get taken down by soone, your money becos theirs.
The first thing Victor did with the money was to give a bonus to his officers.
"Gentlen, this is money from the Director, not from the xican Governnt!" Casare shouted in the middle of the police station lobby, waving the cash around.
Casare laughed as he handed out the money, "Two thousand US dollars each, sign when you receive it. Following Victor, you don’t have to worry about revenge from the drug traffickers, nor about your family going hungry, or even about whether you’ll get your paycheck tomorrow. All you have to do is listen to Uncle Victor, maintain the island’s public order, and do your job well."
The officers’ eyes shone with excitent as they raised their fists and shouted, "Long live the Director!"
xicans are very pragmatic.
Or you might say, whoever provides is the mother.
Second floor.
Victor leaned on the railing, smoking his cigarette quietly, watching the scene below.
"Padrino!" Santos stood beside him. He hadn’t been baptized by Victor but was already calling him Godfather familiarly.
"Is this alright?"
"Why?" Victor turned his head and asked him.
Santos crinkled his little face, "The books all say that heroes are always frugal, hardworking, and fearless, and my father says money corrupts people’s beliefs."
Victor touched his head, "If those who uphold justice cannot even secure their own survival, they will abandon their morals. No one requires the xican Police to earn low wages; they deserve more for overcoming traffickers for peace. You have to understand sothing, Santos, sotis to a certain extent, morality and money are linked."
Santos was indeed a smart kid.
Victor was happy to have him around and teach him so things.
Victor alone couldn’t possibly resolve all of xico’s historical problems. Firearms could only take out traffickers and violence, not solve the problems of people’s livelihood. Ultimately, one of the reasons for the rampant drug trafficking in xico was the vast wealth disparity.
"Padrino, Guadalupe Island should be under your charge," Santos suddenly looked up, "The forr mayor only hid in the city hall, teachers have been unpaid for a long ti, schools couldn’t continue. If you had co earlier, many people would have books to read."
Victor patted his face, avoiding "blunt" words with the child.
After handing out the money, Casare went upstairs, and Santos, being quite perceptive, went off to read, even waving at the forr.
"He’s a quite adorable kid, boss. Are you really planning to beco his godfather?"
"Why not? I quite like him," Victor said with a smile, turned around to lean on the railing, pulled out a cigarette, and offered it to the other person, who also hid his smoke and lowered his voice, "Boss, what about those drugs?"
During the search of the drug traffickers’ lair, they had seized close to 1.2 tons of drugs, which, if valued, would be worth around 85 to 120 million US dollars in the United States!
"I saw the Tijuana mark and the Gulf Group’s on it upstairs; it must be the island traffickers secretly transporting for them," Casare said.
California actually belonged to xico, but in 1847, the U.S. military captured xico City, forcing xico to sign the Guadalupe-Hidalgo Treaty.
As stipulated by the treaty, xico was forced to cede a large area of its northern territory to the United States.
And Guadalupe Island was lying in the middle between Upper and Lower California, forming a buffer zone. Because of its strategic location, the island might have already had a military presence if it weren’t for the scarcity of resources.
"Dump it into the sea!" Victor’s declaration was resolute. He glanced at Casare, whose expression seed... regretful?
That was, after all, 85 to 120 million US dollars, enough for financial freedom on the spot.
Victor squinted his eyes, "If anyone sses with the drug business, they shouldn’t bla when I show no rcy and personally hang them from a lamppost!"
Casare could hear the determination in Victor’s tone and shivered involuntarily, nodding vigorously.
Once you touch drugs, your life is over.
Don’t think it’s an overreaction.
There are countless examples.
David Thompson: As Jordan’s idol, "Skywalker" Thompson was one of the few stars in the ’70s who could dunk as easily as eating, but he beca addicted to drugs. After being traded from the Nuggets to the Supersonics in the 82-83 season, Thompson’s career was destroyed, his stats plumted, and he was reduced to a second-rate player.
Even one of the greatest black won of the 20th century, Whitney Houston, died because of it!
And then there are Elvis Presley, John Belushi, Janis Joplin, and many others.
In fact, Victor firmly believed that in the face of drugs, everyone is equal, and death is what awaits!
Victor looked at Casare, after all, he was his trusted general, and softened his tone slightly, "Later on, take 2 million US dollars for yourself, let Best take your family to the United States. That money is more than enough to buy a big villa to live in."
When you have money, don’t hide it; share it with everyone.
As long as you have firepower, are you afraid of running out of money?
After all, isn’t the reason people follow you to get promoted and make a fortune?
This is how the upper echelons take the lion’s share while the rank and file get a piece; everyone’s happy.
Casare’s eyes lit up instantly, his facial flesh trembling, "Boss, isn’t this... inappropriate?"
"We are the best partners, how could I disappoint you?"
Casare nodded vigorously.
Yes!
We are the best partners!
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