"New Hope Company?"
Dragan looked at Casare's retreating figure and turned to ask his subordinate, "Have you heard of this organization?"
The latter was also confused.
They definitely couldn't imagine this was actually just a newly developed small group.
But who knows how many gangs Mexico has? Even three to five people with machetes dare to collect protection money.
Countless gangs are established and destroyed every day.
But being able to do arms business, this new Mexican generation must have strength.
He definitely couldn't imagine it was just a few nobodies.
Dragan looked deeply at his "cousin," thinking if this gang didn't do well in the future, he'd jump ship.
"Let's go get the goods. Tonight we'll sweep two streets clean!"
Here, Casare didn't return to prison after getting the money, but drove to a small village called "Belgardes," about ten kilometers from Altiplano prison, in the sparsely populated suburbs.
This place was originally a plantation, but was affected during the "Camarena" incident and directly destroyed by the military. The young and strong went out to "start businesses," leaving only old people behind.
As for children...
Have you heard of Mexico's child suicide squads?
Many drug trafficking organizations traffic children, stuffing goods into children's bodies by any means, then transporting them to American welfare institutions.
Drug trafficking organizations have cooperative relationships with these welfare institutions.
As for those children...
Maybe their organs were sold, maybe they escaped and became homeless - who knows?
In 2014, FBI agents investigating an illegal body trafficking case discovered 10 tons of human remains at the Biological Resource Center (BRC) in Arizona!
This was reportedly closely related to "human smuggling" between the US and Mexico.
Children living in such countries was just suffering.
But this kind of place was just right for Victor. Mexico City was too chaotic, too far from prison, with many informants. Meeting unreasonable people would directly rob you.
Would young people who left the village come back?
Mexicans don't have the custom of "tomb sweeping."
He found the village chief and spent 60 pesos to rent a room at the village entrance with its own courtyard.
Casare drove to the door. When getting out, he didn't even pull out the keys. Few people stole cars in this place, but if there was an emergency, he could get in the car and run.
Knock, knock knock, knock, knock!
Rhythmic knocking on the door. Soon the wooden door opened a crack. Seeing it was Casare, Victor opened the door to let him in.
"How was it? Did the transaction go smoothly?"
"Very smoothly. I raised the unit price of goods, saying shipping costs increased so selling prices also increased. Although Dragan wasn't happy, he had no choice." Casare handed him the money, "Total is $12,400. Count it."
"Why count between us?" Victor casually stuffed it in his pocket. Casare really ate this up - at least he felt respected.
"Keep track of how much you sell. I'll give you dividends once a month."
Casare nodded, "No rush on that."
The two walked into the house, which had three rooms with a moldy smell in the air.
"What's the use of renting this broken place?"
Victor took out cigarettes and handed him one, "People in gray business must understand to leave themselves a way out. This is just one of our bases. You and Holder rent several more in the suburbs around Mexico City. Future arms transactions will go to our selected locations."
"I don't trust Mexican drug dealers' moral bottom line at all."
If he got killed on his own turf, then Gao had no future and deserved not to get rich.
Hearing him say this, Casare deeply agreed and nodded in approval. There was too much robbing among Mexican criminals, extremely lacking security.
Why was "Godfather" Gallardo so famous?
He tied the beasts together, making them learn to sit civilized in chairs to eat. Ironically, Mexico's domestic security index at that time was the highest in forty years.
Because there were only the Gulf Cartel and Guadalajara Group. Both sides, under their bosses' appeasement, could be considered "peaceful coexistence."
But as soon as the godfather entered prison, 117 shooting cases occurred in Culiacán, Sinaloa's capital that day, involving thousands of people.
When the beasts were released, rules became no rules.
"How about what I asked you to investigate?"
"I really can't find out about Webster's wife - he's too well-guarded. But he has three mistresses, one of whom is a female prison guard responsible for female prisoners. They had a boy who's in high school at boarding school. Also, I heard this female guard has evidence of Webster taking bribes. That's what I heard from others."
This guy also had skills at intelligence gathering.
"Are we going to retaliate against him?" Casare asked.
"Can you get that evidence?"
Seeing him so proactive, Victor was curious.
"I know a female drug dealer at the women's prison. She's quite ruthless, worked with the Casero family outside. After getting to know her a few times, I learned she has a son and hopes he can study abroad."
"You mean we send her son abroad?" Victor thought he was joking. Don't you know how expensive overseas consumption is?
With current income, what could you do?
Casare lowered his voice, "Mexico is only a few kilometers from the Guatemala border. That should count as abroad too, right?"
Shit!
You're playing word games here?
Victor looked at him strangely, "You've changed really fast. Before, you thought I was cruel."
Casare was silent for a moment, then smiled, "I used the $600 from the first deal to buy my mother a new sewing machine. She was very happy. I took them out for a big meal. Though it only cost me $30, seeing their smiles, I knew what I should want."
He had tasted money's sweetness.
Like a shark smelling blood, would it let go?
Hearing this, Victor nodded, thought for a moment, "After Day of the Dead, send your mother and siblings to America. I'll cover living expenses and school fees."
Mexico was too dangerous.
Casare was stunned and quickly said, "I can pay..."
"You're my brother. Your mother is my mother, your siblings are my siblings. Don't fight me over this little money." Victor pressed his shoulders and said.
These words almost moved Casare to tears. Mexicans, perhaps due to long-term social reasons, were very selfish and liked taking the big share in business.
Like drug trafficking groups with annual revenues of hundreds of millions or billions, but the gunmen, transporters, and growers below couldn't get much money. Didn't Los Zetas break away from the Gulf Cartel because of uneven distribution?
Victor's notebook still had his "official career" development route written in it. Gray industry would first do Mexican business, not managing neighboring US, Guatemala, El Salvador. He didn't need that many employees.
When there were gradually more people, he'd open a "company."
He planned to create a "Love Aid Union" in the "company," taking out a certain percentage of monthly revenue as a fund to help employees who joined the company with their lives.
For example, funding their family children's education, helping elderly care. If employees were willing, they could also donate according to their hearts. This money would be used to improve employees' lives.
He even thought of buying insurance for employees, letting them enjoy legal "work" treatment.
Then, after media promotion, wouldn't the "company" become a charity?
Mexican police didn't say you couldn't open enterprises.
This path was tried by many later Mexican drug lords, but wasn't ideal. After all, expenses were too large. Los Zetas later had 120,000 people. Paying salaries to so many people would give you headaches.
If you gave them insurance, when police arrested you, they'd resist. Give them benefits - boom, tomorrow you'd become a warlord.
But this was just imagination.
Leaders had to care about partners' feelings after all.
Building a few welfare institutions was already the best social spending.
Of course, this was only on the premise of making money. If you didn't make money, who the hell would do it?
"Work hard. Don't you want to immigrate to America? This won't be a dream." Victor painted him a big picture. Once your arms dealing business got on track, you wouldn't want to immigrate to America anymore.
Getting back to business, Victor thought for a moment, "Then agree to her, but that kind of person should see benefits first. Send her son $1,000, then have him write a letter to send to prison. As long as that female prisoner finds evidence from that guard, I'll give an extra $2,000 to send her son abroad to study."
"But Webster will definitely ask her about this matter, and she might give you up." Victor said.
"She's very tight-lipped."
Victor squinted, smoking, no one knowing what he was thinking.