Smugglers 2 The Sheriff: Sex, Meth & Murder; The Cartel from Tucson to the Florida Keys Read Online Free PDF

the next several days in the apartment. After this I called the pilot on my Trac phone and told him I was in L. A. and asked him what was going on. He told me the Cartel was looking for me and the eight hundred thousand I stole, and that two of the Cartel’s men died at my house from an explosion.
    Then he told me something that brought tears to my eyes. They killed Elena in the process of trying to find me. I could not speak; all I could think of was Elena and why they had to screw with her as she had nothing to do with this. As I was hanging up I heard him say they will do the same to you and your family.
    I opened a bottle of Jack and spent the next day and night deciding what to do next. I made up my mind to go back and kill them all.

 
    CHAPTER 7
     
     
    The Cartel has it all over the American jurist prudence system, because they can and will kill everyone you know to find you, whether it’s your family, friends or neighbors. As you know, the law prohibits cops in the US from even cursing at you, unlike the Cartel where it is okay to just kill you.
    I moved back to Phoenix and got hooked up with an illegal gun dealer, from whom I bought several guns, grenades and RPG’s. I also grew a beard. I found out that the heads of the Cartel, the Garcia brothers, Jose and Carlos, never left Mexico.
    I knew I must hit them in the pocketbook first.  It was several weeks later when I found out that a shipment of cocaine was to be going to the bikers in Tucson for future distribution. I decided to set up on a hill overlooking the highway going into Tucson.
    When the truck came into view, I shot the radiator from a half mile away.  When the two men got out, I shot and killed them. I watched the Highway Patrol looking at the scene and saw them find the coke.
    On a whim I drove to the Oyster Bar where I saw six or seven bikes out front. Two of the bikers were inside talking to a Mexican; four others were at the bar. Upon entering the place, I walked up and pulled out my Big Clip 9mm, shot the first two men in their heads and shot the other two in their torsos as they were trying to pull their pistols out.
    As this was going on, shots coming from the three men at the table crashed into the bar, the bartender, bottles and mirrors. One of the Mexicans tipped over the table and started firing from behind it, so I shot straight through it and killed him. The other biker at the table was shooting at me from the hall outside the men’s room.
    My first shot and the next hit the wall next to him. My third shot hit him in the shoulder, spinning him around, and the forth hit him in the back. As I left, one of the bikers was moaning on the floor, so I killed him with a shot to the head.
    On the way back to Phoenix, I listened to the radio which was full of news about the gun fight, the five people found dead and the wounded bartender at the Oyster Bar.
    Now that I had taken care of the connections in Tucson, I had to get to “The Brothers” in Mexico. 
    After stashing my guns in my car, I crossed the border at Lukeville, drove on to Rocky Point and rented a house on the beach. After establishing a new identity as “the retired railroad gringo,” I started hanging out at local bars to gather information on “The Brothers”.
    I found out that one of them lived in a large gated compound on the beach in Las Conchas with nine foot walls and about twenty armed guards at the main gate. The other brother lived outside of town on an even larger estate. It was on a thousand acres, with a mile long driveway that led to the main gate.
    I thought the easiest one to take would be the one on the beach in Las Conchas, so I set up there. It was next to impossible to come in from the ocean at night, so I got set up in a vacant house with an MI Grand. It had a homemade muffler attached to it to keep the noise down. You can make a silencer/muffler out of any twenty ounce plastic soda bottle. You simply fill the empty bottle with tin foil balls and steel