Pablo Escobar George Jung Novelas e Histórias

"Kai Santiago?" I was caught off guard, as Kai was the most powerful kingpin in Aureotrigon and the man who had pulled the strings behind the incident involving George in my past life. I had spent two years hunting him down. I eventually managed to kill him, but I blew my cover in the process. Tyler nodded solemnly, saying, "George and Shirley were nothing more than sacrificial pieces. He used them to stir up trouble while he funneled a new, high-purity narcotic across the border. If this stuff reaches the public, the fallout will be devastating.

He's an attractive guy for sure. Maybe she has a thing for older men, and I'm not opposed to that... "Thank you all for joining us today." My dad says. "Good to be here." Says Conan, the only one I've met before. My dad looks at Nara and I before speaking. "This is Javier Pérez, the Columbian Mafia leader."

This was exactly what would happen if they went home without a satisfactory decision for their superiors. "Tell you what Declon. The one figure I idolize the most is Pablo Escobar. Why? I admire him because he escaped the law for decades. You know how he was never successfully prosecuted in court. Because whoever dared to prosecute him, all of them disappeared. So much so, that even his entire family is affected. So... feel free to organize an attack for us. But I'm sure you know what I'll do before you can even set foot in this place." Everyone understood Jaxter's meaning. Looking at the man's eyes which were now so deep and serious. They could not doubt that this man's words were just a th

She barely heard whatever discussion they had, more like they knew of her intention beforehand. Pablo Escobar, who had the same astonished look like Mark from the earlier occurrence, tugged out a small amount of air from his mouth as he proceeded to drop his glass of juice back on the table. “Yeah, I was meant to introduce you both anyway.....” There was a slight cough from Pablo Escobar, and he wiped his lips with a serviette. Then he continued. “Eva, this guy here is our partner and his name is Mark.” He pointed at Mark, who was sitting opposite them.

He looked at Fred's reflection from the rearview mirror and phrased his next words carefully since Fred had been in a foul mood because he couldn't go with his family. "Who are we meeting with? I am just asking for security reasons." He added. Fred sighed. "Right, I should have told you from the beginning. We are meeting with some Pablo Escobar wannabe. His name is Julio, and he says the goods we ordered have been stopped by customs and the chief wants me to grease his elbows. Apparently, that is how they run things here." Lucien nodded his head slowly and scanned the environment. He knew what he was doing was donkey's work since his master was so powerful that gangs and other Mafia were sca

Veronica. Leilani and Mason laughed as I led Jaguar back toward the bathrooms. “Can’t say I’m surprised you want another taste already,” he said, grabbing my hips. I pushed him away. “Stop that. I want to know what happened.” “Nothing, like I said.” “Jaguar. Tell me.” He sighed. “Might as well tell you the truth.” I crossed my arms. “Well?” “So, here’s the deal. We think the Rebels were acting as a middle man for some South American cartel. Just a few minutes ago, I found diamonds hidden inside the heroin, probably meant for the Snakes.”

“You’ve been a great help, Juan. Call me if you hear more and there’ll be a bonus for you when I get back.” “Muy bien, señor...” He looked at the card. “Sinclair,” he said, then frowned. “You know, I’d be careful telling people your name during your archaeological expedición. There is a very bad man in the jungle called Sinclair. The drug wars between the policía and the drug lords make it a very unsafe place to be. Five policía were executed yesterday.” The clerk tucked the card into his pocket as he shook his head. “The world is a very bad place.”

Chapter 125 Carlos went to have a meet with one of the notorious sect leaders in the pack, Pablo. He was exiled because of his evil acts in the past. And most pack members were warned to not have any association with him. Pablo is a drug pusher, a human serial killer, when you mention evil that was the best name you could call him. Carlos moved gently to his chamber but was stopped by some of his men before he gave them a sign to let him in.

“Consider this an introduction of my new cartel leaders.” My hand moved smoothly in the air as I pointed at each of them. “We all saw what happened to Cent.” I paused. “The sheep amongst you must have heard.” I sucked my teeth. “So, Mr. Lama would take over from Cent, and Pablo would be George’s father.” The gentlemen stood up for formality even though they had shared a drink and smoke. “Thanks for trusting me, Don.” Pablo started. “I will be diligent in my services.” I hunched. “It’s for your good. Not mine.” I motioned for him to sit. “Well, as for Lorenzo’s seat…” I paused. “I’d sort that out later.”

I asked looking back to Andrea who was still staring down at the body, unphased by the gore. "He gave information about my exports to my rival, Gustavo Escobar," he replied in a deep tone. "And I can't have a snitch working for me." I looked around the warehouse and only then noticed how it was piled high to the roof with packets of what looked like cocaine, weed and heroin.