Chapter 18: The Organization's Plan!

- New Hope? - Dragan stared at the departing Casares, then turned to his handyman: "Have you heard anything about this organization?

He looked equally puzzled.

They had no idea that it was really just a small group in its infancy.

But who knows how many gangs there are in Mexico. Even if there are three or five of you with machetes, you can already collect tribute.

Every day gangs are created and disappear.

But if they're dealing weapons, that means these newcomers have power.

Dragan took a deep look at his 'cousin'. If his gang doesn't succeed, he'll move on to them.

- Come on, we need to get the goods. We'll sweep two streets tonight!

When Casares got the money, he didn't go back to prison. He went to the village of "Belgrades," which was about ten kilometers from the Altiplano prison, in a sparsely populated rural area.

It had once been a plantation, but during the "Camarena affair" it had been destroyed by the army. The young men left to "build their careers", leaving only the old men behind.

As for the children...

Have you ever heard of Mexican child kamikazes?

Many drug cartels sell children by filling their bodies with drugs, using whatever methods they can, and then shipping them to American orphanages.

The drug cartels cooperate with these orphanages.

As for the children...

Perhaps they become organ donors, perhaps they run away and become homeless, who knows?

In 2014, FBI agents investigating an illegal body trafficking case found 10 tons of human remains at a bioresource center (BRC) in Arizona, USA!

They say it is related to "human smuggling" between the US and Mexico.

Living in such a country is agony for a child.

But for Victor, this place was perfect. Mexico City is too chaotic, and the prison is far away, with lots of spies.

If you break the rules, you'll be killed instantly.

Would the young men return to the village? Mexicans don't have a tradition of "cleaning graves."

After paying the village chief 60 pesos, Casares rented a house with a yard at the entrance to the village.

Casares pulled up to the house and didn't even take the keys out of the lock when he got out of the car. Cars are rarely stolen in this area, but in case of an emergency, you can leave right away.

Knock, knock, knock, knock!

He knocked on the door in a definite rhythm. A moment later a figure appeared in the crack of the door. Seeing Casares, Victor opened the door and let him inside.

- How did the deal go?

- It went smoothly. I raised the price of the goods, saying that transportation costs had gone up. Dragan wasn't happy, but it couldn't be helped. - Casares handed him the money, - Only 12,400 dollars, count it.

- We are our own, why count it? - Victor carelessly put the money in his pocket, which immediately made Casares feel respect for him.

- Remember how much you sold, and once a month I'll pay you a share.

Casares nodded: - Take your time.

They entered the house, which had three rooms and the air was permeated with the smell of mold.

- What's the purpose of renting this place? It's quite old.

Victor pulled out cigarettes and held one out to Casares: -When running a gray business, you have to have a backup. That's one of our points. You and Holder need to rent a few places like this around Mexico City so that arms deals can take place in the places we choose.

- I don't trust the morals of Mexican drug dealers.

If you find yourself victimized in your own territory, then you are not destined to be successful, and you will not be rich.

Casares, hearing this, nodded in agreement. There are too many betrayals in Mexico, and not enough security.

Why was the "godfather" of Gallardo so famous?

He united the beasts, taught them how to sit at a table and eat in a civilized manner, ironically, at the time Mexico's security was the highest it had been in forty years.

After all, there was only the Gulf Cartel and Guadalajara. The two sides, under the control of their bosses, coexisted peacefully.

But as soon as the Godfather was imprisoned, the state capital of Sinaloa, Cullacan, saw 117 shootings that same day, involving more than a thousand people.

The beasts were released and the rules ceased to exist.

- What about what I asked you to find out?

- Couldn't find out about Webster's wife, he's too cautious, but he has three mistresses, one of whom is a prison warden in charge of the women's prison. They have a son who goes to boarding school. I heard the warden has evidence of Webster's bribery.

This guy knew how to get information.

- You want to get back at him? - Casares asked.

- Can you get that evidence?

Victor was intrigued by his enthusiasm.

- I know a drug dealer from the women's prison who works for the Casero family and is quite violent. We've met a few times and I found out that she has a son and she wants him to study abroad.

- Are you suggesting we send her son abroad? - Victor thought it was a joke.

Doesn't he know how expensive it is to live abroad?

With his current income, it's almost unrealistic.

Casares lowered his voice: -Mexico is only a few kilometers from the Guatemalan border, that counts as overseas too, right?

Damn! Are you playing with words? Victor looked at him with interest: -You have changed so quickly, you used to think I was cruel.

Casares was silent for a moment and smiled: -I bought a new sewing machine for my mother with the first 600 dollars. She was very pleased. I took them to a restaurant, spending only $30, but when I saw their smiles, I knew what I needed.

He already understood the taste of money.

Like a shark that has smelled blood, the heat he will not stop.

Victor nodded, thinking, -After the Day of the Dead, send your mother and younger siblings to the US. I'll pay for their lodging and tuition.

It's too dangerous in Mexico.

Casares was stunned and quickly said, -I can pay....

- You are my brother, your mother is my mother, your brothers and sisters are my brothers and sisters. This money is non-negotiable. - Victor put his hands on his shoulders.

These words touched Casares. Mexicans, perhaps because of long-term social problems, are very selfish and in business prefer to take the lion's share.

For example, drug cartels may make millions or even billions of dollars a year, but ordinary fighters, couriers and farmers get very little.

"Los Setas broke away from the Gulf Cartel precisely because of the unequal distribution.

Victor has already devised a plan to grow his gray business. Do business in Mexico first, and then expand to the U.S., Guatemala, and El Salvador without requiring a large number of employees.

When there were more people, a "company" could be formed.

He planned to create a "charitable union" within the company, allocating a portion of the income to help employees with their lives.

For example, sponsoring their children's education, helping the elderly. If employees wanted to, they could donate money that would be used to improve employees' lives.

He even thought about insurance for employees so they can enjoy legal working conditions.

With this approach and a good PR campaign, the "company" could become a charitable organization.

The Mexican police do not prohibit the establishment of businesses.

Many Mexican narco baron's tried this route, but failed because the costs were too high. "Los Setas had 120,000 people and everyone needed to be paid a salary.

If you provide them with insurance, they will resist arrest. With that approach, you'll quickly become the local military chief.

But that's just fantasy.

The key is to be mindful of your partners' sentiments.

Establishing a few charities would already be a significant social contribution.

Of course, this is only possible with income. If you don't make money, no one will do it.

"Work hard. You want to immigrate to the US, don't you? It's not just a dream."

Victor visualized this picture in front of him.

When the business of selling arms goes downhill, they won't want to immigrate to the US anymore.

Coming back to the point, Victor thought: "Okay, let's agree to her terms. But such people need to show a benefit first, send her son 1000 dollars, let him write a letter to the prison. If she finds proof from the warden, I will pay 2000 dollars in addition and send her son to study abroad.

- But Webster will definitely question her, and maybe she'll turn you in," Victor said.

- She knows how to keep her mouth shut.

Victor squinted his eyes, lit a cigarette, and thought about something of his own.