Chapter 18 Organizational Plan!

"New Hope?"

Dragan looked at Casare's back and turned to ask his younger brother, "Have you heard of this organization?"

The latter was also confused.

They certainly couldn't imagine that this was actually a small group that had just developed.

However, who knows how many gangs there are in Mexico. Even if you have only three or five people, you dare to collect protection fees with a machete.

There are countless gangs that are established and destroyed every day.

But being able to do arms business, it seems that this new generation of Mexico must be powerful.

He certainly didn't expect that there were only a few people.

Dragan looked deeply at his "cousin". If this gang doesn't do well in the future, he will switch to it.

"Let's go, let's go get the goods, and sweep the two streets tonight!"

Casare took the money and didn't go back to the prison. Instead, he drove to a small village called "Bel Geddes", about 10 kilometers away from the plateau prison, in the suburbs where few people are.

This place was originally a plantation, but it was affected by the "Camarena" incident and was directly destroyed by the military. The young and middle-aged people went out to "start a business", and only some elderly people were left behind.

As for the children...

Have you heard of the Mexican Boy Death Squad?

Many drug trafficking organizations will traffic children, stuff some goods into the children's bodies, and then transport them to welfare homes in the United States by any means.

Drug trafficking organizations have cooperative relationships with these welfare homes.

As for those children...

Maybe their organs were trafficked, or maybe they escaped and became homeless, who knows?

In 2014, FBI agents discovered 10 tons of human remains at the Biological Resource Center (BRC) in Arizona, USA while investigating an illegal corpse transaction case!

It is said that it has a lot to do with the "human smuggling" between the United States and Mexico.

Children, living in such a country is a pain.

But this place is just right for Victor. Mexico City is too chaotic, and it is too far away from the prison. There are many spies. If you encounter someone who doesn't follow the rules, you will be directly black-eaten.

Will the young people in the village come back after they leave?

Mexicans don’t have the habit of “doing Qingming”.

I found the village chief and spent 60 pesos to rent a room with a yard at the entrance of the village.

Casare drove to the door and didn’t even take out the key when he got out of the car. There are few car thieves in this place, but if there is an emergency, you can get in the car and run.

Bang, bang, bang, bang!

He knocked on the door rhythmically. After a while, he saw a crack in the wooden door. When he saw that it was Casare, Victor opened the door and let him in.

“How is it? Is the transaction going well?”

“It’s going well. I raised the unit price of the goods, saying that the freight has increased and the selling price has also increased. Although Dragan is unhappy, he has no choice.” Casare handed him the money, “A total of 12,400 US dollars, you count it.”

“What’s our relationship worth?” Victor stuffed it into his pocket. Not to mention, Casare was sold on this. At least he felt respected.

"When the time comes, you can keep track of how much you sold, and you will get a dividend once a month."

Casare nodded, "There's no rush."

The two walked into the house, which had three rooms and a musty smell in the air.

"What's the point of renting this? It's very run-down."

Victor took out a cigarette and handed him one, "Those who do gray business must know to leave a way for themselves. This is just one of our bases. You and Holder can rent a few more in the suburbs near Mexico City, and trade arms in the future at the location we choose."

"I don't believe in the moral bottom line of Mexican drug dealers at all."

If he was still killed in his own territory, it would be that Gao had no future and deserved not to make a fortune.

When Casare heard him say this, he nodded in agreement, expressing his agreement. There were too many blacks eating blacks in Mexico, and there was an extreme lack of security.

Why is "Godfather" Gallardo so famous?

He tied the beasts together and taught them to eat civilizedly on chairs. Ironically, at that time, Mexico's domestic security index was the highest in forty years.

Because there are only the Gulf Cartel and the Guadalajara Group, the two parties can be regarded as "living in peace" under the appeasement of their respective bosses.

But as soon as the Godfather entered prison, 117 shootings occurred in Culiacan, the capital of Sinaloa, that day, involving thousands of people.

The beasts were released, and there were no rules.

"How about the things I asked you to investigate?"

"I really can't find out about Webster's wife. He is too well prepared, but he has three mistresses, one of whom is a female prison guard in the prison, responsible for female prisoners. They have a boy who is in high school at a boarding school. And I heard that this female prison guard has evidence of Webster's bribery. This is what I heard from others at the time."

This guy is also good at intelligence.

"Are you going to retaliate against him?" Casare asked.

"Do you have a way to get those evidences?"

Seeing him so proactive, Victor was a little curious.

"I know a female drug dealer in the women's prison. She's quite ruthless and works for the Casero family. After meeting her a few times, I know she has a son and hopes that he can study abroad."

"You want us to send her son abroad?" Victor thought he was joking. Don't you know how expensive it is to live abroad?

With your current income, what are you doing?

Casare lowered his voice, "Mexico is only a few kilometers away from the Guatemalan border, so it should be considered a foreign country."

Fuck!

Are you playing word games here?

Victor looked at him strangely, "You change so quickly, you thought I was cruel before."

Casare was silent for a while, then smiled, "I bought my mother a new sewing machine with the $600 from the first order. She was very happy. I took them to a big meal. Although it only cost me $30, looking at their smiles, I knew what I should ask for."

He has experienced the taste of money.

Just like a shark that smells blood, will it open its mouth?

Victor nodded and thought for a while, "After the Day of the Dead, send your mother and your brothers and sisters to the United States. At that time, I will pay for their living expenses and study needs."

It's too dangerous in Mexico.

Casare was startled and said quickly, "I can pay..."

"You are my brother, your mother is my mother, your brothers and sisters are my brothers and sisters, don't fight with me for this little money." Victor put his hands on his shoulders and said.

Casare was almost moved by these words. Maybe because of long-term social reasons, Mexicans are very selfish and like to take the biggest share in business.

Just like a drug cartel with a turnover of hundreds of millions or billions a year, but the gunmen, transporters, and planters below don’t get much money at all. Didn’t Los Zetas break away from the Gulf Cartel because of uneven distribution?

Victor’s notebook also wrote the development path of “his own career”. The gray industry will do business in Mexico first, and the United States, Guatemala, and El Salvador next to it will not be taken care of. He doesn’t need so many employees.

When there are more people, he will open a “company”.

He plans to create a “love funding union” in the “company”, and take out a certain amount of turnover as a fund every month to provide life assistance to employees who join the company.

For example, to fund their children’s studies and help the elderly with their retirement. If the employees are willing, they can also donate according to their wishes, and the money will be used to improve the lives of employees.

He even thought about buying insurance for employees so that they can enjoy legal “work” benefits.

By then, after public opinion propaganda, the “company” will become a charity.

The Mexican police didn't say that you can't start a business.

This path was later tried by many Mexican drug lords, but it was not ideal. After all, the expenses were too high. Los Zetas alone later had 120,000 people. You would feel overwhelmed if you paid everyone's salary.

If you give them insurance, they will resist when the police arrest you. If you give them a gold, oh, you will become a separatist warlord tomorrow.

But, after all, this is just imagination.

After all, the boss has to care about the mood of the partners.

Building a few welfare institutions is already the best social expenditure.

Of course, this is only on the premise of making money. If you don't make money, who the hell will do it?

"Work hard, don't you want to immigrate to the United States? This is not a dream." Victor painted a big pie for him. When your arms business is on the table, you don't want to immigrate to the United States.

Back to business, Victor thought for a while, "Then agree to her, but people like her should see the benefits first. Send $1,000 to her son, and then ask him to write a letter to the prison. As long as the female prisoner finds evidence from the prison guard, I will give her an additional $2,000 and send her son to study abroad."

"But Webster will definitely ask her about this matter, and she may give you up." Victor said.

"She is a tight-lipped person."

Victor squinted his eyes and smoked, and no one knew what he was thinking.