Massive Attack (A Guy Niava Thriller Book 1) by Dana Arama (e reader for manga .txt) 📗

the terror of Mexico. Not only are they unprecedentedly violent, armed with weapons they manufacture themselves, they are growing stronger as they employ a sophistication even higher than Los Zetas. Every organization that the authorities manage to contain leaves a space for them to take over.

“They are also flexible and adapt to every new situation. They were the first to deal in meth, because they didn’t insist on just dealing with the traditional drugs. They took control of the crystal meth market and didn’t stick to just smuggling heroin, cocaine and marijuana to the United States, to Europe and even to China. They bribe officials with the money, buy arms and improve their position all the time.

“They also distribute movie clips of them using violence against citizens, against authority officials that oppose them, against policemen and police stations and against other cartels. What do you think happens because of this?”

“I assume that has to do with what doesn’t happen.”

“Correct. There is no civilian objection like with the Templar cartels, when the kidnappings and the punishments inflicted on the region caused public outrage. The Jalisco are frightening, and they are spreading like cancer. At this point they are Sinaloa’s main threat.”

Zorro rose from her chair, walked to the iron cabinet and took out a bottle of whiskey and three glasses. “Before we get to the real story, we should have a real drink.”

She poured two fingers of drink into each glass, capped the bottle and sat down again.

“And now to business. The latest events are --” She waved a finger in the air. “One, a few years ago, in the ‘Black Swan’ mission, El Chapo, Guzman, the strongest drug lord up till now, was captured. The head of the Sinaloa cartel. He was captured and managed to escape, and he and his extended family are in hiding. From time to time pictures of his sons are found on social media, pictures which are supposed to show business as usual, and in a certain way, business really is as usual. The farmers carry on growing in their fields, the kitchens are still brewing drugs and there is a continual flow into the United States, which is their main market. But the man who really manages the business is not part of the family, but an outsider who has earned their trust.”

Zorro held two fingers in the air. “Two, because of the arrests, the drug lord of the new generation of Jalisco, El Mencho, has become the strongest and most dangerous man in the area. El Mencho is a businessman with the consciousness of a military man. His activity is focused on tightening his grasp on what he has and conquering what isn’t his yet. Broadening his drug supply while eliminating his opposition and anyone who stands in his way.”

“Three,” Zorro said, waved three fingers in the air, “The third fact happened about a half a year ago, in mid 2015, there was a raid in New Jersey and New York. Seventy kilograms of pure heroin, with a market value of about fifty million dollars, was captured. In this raid they found cash and firearms as well.”

She leaned back and, with a dramatic gesture, asked, “Whose information led to the arrest? Who did the drugs belong to? It was probably the Jalisco’s first shipment in the area. Whoever dealt with them lost money on the drugs and was taught a lesson. The area belongs to the Sinaloas.”

“Four,” Laura cut her short, “The fact is that at the moment there is a great shortage of drugs on the North American streets.”

“Exactly. And it is known that someone is planning on supplying this shortage. A new player has joined the team. Maybe it is the same one you are looking for? The rumors say it is. That it is someone who belongs to the Albanian mafia and is planning on trading with Sinaloa.”

“Is it Murat Lenika?” I threw the name in the air in order to see her reaction.

“It could be him. He fits the description. He arrived recently. He belongs to the Albanian mafia and is hungry to build himself an empire. Which brings us to part number five.” Zorro now waved her hand in the air, like a silent oath. She said, “The war between Sinaloa and Jalisco has been escalating in more ways than one. Starting from heightened drug production and mutual robbery of all the stages of the manufacturing and transportation. Of course, the higher the risk, the higher the prices. Today, the transporters who pass over the border will not settle for the same payment as a year or two ago. The immediate result is that the price of the drugs on the street goes up.”

The whiskey burned my throat, just as her explanation burned my conscience. In whose cruel hands was Jonathan lying. Zorro took a sip of her whiskey and continued with her explanation. “The Sinaloa are in a situation now where they are prepared to do business any which way. Rumor has it that they have transported a huge amount of drugs, more than the drugs that were captured and necessary to base their presence in the market. They agreed to do this quickly, for an upcharge, which unusual, and work opposite a new power in the area. I don’t know what the origin of the money is and if you want to find out, you would have to go through Joaquin Guzman’s successor. He’s is now being persecuted by the Jalisco and therefore in hiding.”

She looked at us both, picked up her whiskey glass, leaned back and stated dryly, “I am sure that all this information you could have found out in the United States. This is not a classified secret that Dennis Ashton, Laura Ashton’s famous uncle…” she looked at me and pointed with her almost empty glass at Laura, “is none other than the head of the Anti-Drug Authority, so obviously, you didn’t come for this.”

We both looked at Laura and waited for her