Bling Cartel の小説・ストーリー

I'm being insensitive and I really wasn't trying to hurt Grandpa with my words. “Anyways, Juan started taking him with him on deals and meetings. The cartel, Los Malvados are small but they are rapidly growing over here in the states and across the border in Mexico. Already they are popping up on the radar left and right. They have no qualms when it comes to crime. They can be tied to at least forty rapes, murders and kidnappings in the last three months. They run drugs, weapons and humans to the best of our knowledge.”

"The Cartel is operating here because these port towns are economic no-man's-lands, run by the lowest common denominator of human and rogue wolf interests." We spent days moving through dusty border towns, avoiding Silvermoon identification, and speaking to Zeva's contacts disaffected human merchants, pragmatic smugglers, and minor pack leaders who had been squeezed by the Cartel. The picture that emerged was terrifying. They weren't just running money from Varis's corruption; they were dealing in Arcane Contraband. They traded in highly restricted elemental ores and, more ominously, ancient, uncatalogued artifacts that could potentially hold massive, contained energy signatures exactly the

The suppliers and distributors all began to disappear mysteriously. The major kingpin of the cartel was eventually hunted down in a brothel in Paris. He was bundled by Vinnie's men and brought back to New York. The cartel went down two years after Vinnie was contracted to go after it. On this fateful day, Vishal was expected to quickly arrange the gun pieces on the table before him and shoot the man before the other man did. He knew that if he failed,his grandfather wouldn't hesitate to tie him to the stake and have him punished.

Heck, one thing for sure was that Douglass has seen more than he deserved to, and the idea alone met a bitter taste in my mouth. "What were you busy with?' I inquired, and her gaze turned dark. "I was trying to break through Carlos's base. The things I found in there..." Her face contorted, and something flashed in her eyes. From the news I have gathered, Carlos did not only steal from us, but he ran a big trafficking ring. Everything was exactly the way Leon told us, and Carlos was a bigger problem. He even went ahead and collided with these small cartels and started stealing right from underneath us.

His fingers traced over the papers slowly, as if lost in thought. “You want to know about Cale Callaghan?” His voice was deep and smooth, yet there was something sharp hidden beneath it. Cassandra said nothing, but her eyes demanded answers. Antonio exhaled and finally looked at her. “Yes, I was involved in his case. But not in the way you think.” Cassandra clenched her fists. “Then how?” Antonio leaned against the desk, crossing his arms. “Cale wasn’t a victim. He was part of a cartel that broke their agreement with me. He sold information to the police and others, trying to take down my organization from the inside. I couldn’t let that happen.” Cassandra’s eyes bore into him.

Herschel had just finished piecing out the information Faye had provided by that point and was ready to report his findings. “It was an infamous underground syndicate from another state. They aren’t just involved in gang wars, boss. They also operate as a drug cartel. The conflict between them and Chessie was drug-related. Apparently, they wanted to sell their stuff in Chessie’s turf after crossing over to our state. Chessie fought back and kicked them out. They then tried to talk her into a cooperation, but she refused.

He protected Tiago, just as he promised, and when I got out of here, he would be the first one to get a big reward. My name is Marvin Romero Castillo. I’m 25-years old, and I’m the son of the head of the Castillo cartel, Mario Castillo. The Castillo’s were in charge of California and the most powerful cartel in the area. We had people from all over and were still growing day by day. “Marvin.” Panther laughed. “You’ve gained weight!” I looked down at my still-toned abs and wondered what kind of bullshit Panther was on. “The food isn’t too bad, so I can’t complain.”

I said and went into my pocket, I took out the pills and put them on the table. " Tell me about this pill..." He said. " Later... tell me about my wife... where can I find her?" I asked him. " Black it is not going to be easy, I can tell you that much..." He said. " Who took her and why?" I asked him. " It's the Arabian Cartel, they call themselves BIA, brothers in arms. " He said. " What do they want from me? " I asked him. " Okay firstly you need to know that she is no longer in the country, she was smuggled out of the country the night they took her." He said.

"I will bring it back." She walked back into her room and looked at the television screen that was reporting about a drug cartel and froze in her step. The words "HERNANDEZ CARTEL" were boldly written on the screen. The reporter seemed to be curious about the said organization being reported about and talked about how strong and anonymous they have managed to stay for years. Seeing that, she smiled.

If she asked about it, I’d tell her the truth: I gave it to someone who made me better. Someone who made me believe I could actually be more than the leather and the guns and the empire built in blood. I pushed the door open and stepped into the damp night. It wasn’t supposed to rain, but it had anyway like the sky changed its mind mid-afternoon, just like I had so many times. The warehouse lights flickered on as I entered, casting long shadows across the crates stacked along the walls. My men were already waiting. Mason nodded. “Shipment came in. Colombian side.”