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The Cartel Meat Grinder. Your Expected Lifespan Is ZERO.
The Cartel Meat Grinder. Your Expected Lifespan Is ZERO.
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The first rays of morning slip through the curtains. Your burner phone vibrates on the
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nightstand. Renata, your girlfriend, lies awake, staring at the ceiling, eyes wide
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You squint at the phone, the message hurting your eyes:
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“7 a.m. Don’t be late.” You take a deep breath and glance over
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at Renata. Last night, she threatened to leave you if you ever got back in with the cartels.
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But what choice do you have? Your 3-month-old baby, Isabella is fast
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asleep in the cot. You can barely feed her or pay for her diapers. And now you’re behind on rent.
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One week from now, you could be evicted. There’s no other option.
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“I have to go,” you tell Renata. She ignores you and rolls over. She
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knows how this goes. And she’s right.
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You were just 12 when you did your first lookout job for the cartel - about 5 years
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ago. $150 for a week for basic surveillance - a “halcone”, a falcon watching from the shadows..
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It was a lot of cash for a kid. But you swore you’d never do it
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again. A few months were more than enough. Those other lookout kids were bad news - high
1:00
on meth around the clock. Assault rifles in their hands. Not exactly a good combo.
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Not all of them were crazy. A few were like you, giving most of the cash to their parents. Yours
1:11
are both gone now – Mom, breast cancer. Dad, crushed in a mine shaft. It was a
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cartel-run operation. Compensation: zero dollars. The media calls it "cartel diversification.” And
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they’re not wrong. It’s not like the old days - now, they’re involved in almost everything
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It’s a slippery slope. First, it’s surveillance. After that, kidnapping and murder, an El
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Niño sicario – a child assassin. Children are easy to manipulate,
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they follow orders. You’ve seen it with your own eyes. They’ll be absolutely ruthless for
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a pat on the back and some cash. They don’t realize that they’re expendable.
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You crack the front door. Light floods the bedroom. You take one last look
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at Isabella. Your hand tightens on the handle. You’re almost through the door…
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“Diego.” Renata has tears in her eyes, her
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cheeks are red and flushed. Like you told her last night, just one job, and you’re out. This will pay
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for the rent and give you time to look for work. “I love you.” she whispers.
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That’s all you needed to hear. You step outside… and freeze. A black
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Toyota Hilux is already waiting, engine running. “I said 7,” snarls the driver, maybe the boss.
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It’s 7.02. You know better than to
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talk back. There’s a guy in the passenger seat. He looks like the muscle. Scars mark his face,
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tattoos cover his neck. There’s no smile. No good morning. He throws a phone onto your lap, another
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burner. You’re told that today’s an important job. Do well, and you might get a promotion.
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You haven’t told them this is a one-off. You wouldn’t dare.
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About 30 minutes into the drive, the guy in the passenger seat turns around. He lifts his phone…
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and points it straight at you. “Smile.” The phone clicks.
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He says it's for their employment records. Both of them start laughing like it’s an inside joke.
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You were told this was a surveillance job. You wait, you keep your eyes open. Same thing you
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did when you were 12, but this time, there’s more money involved. $400 for the day. They needed an
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older kid, someone with experience. This is serious work today.
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You’re dropped at the end of a residential street. A row of sun-bleached houses, every window barred.
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It’s dead quiet - except for a chained dog barking somewhere behind a fence. Across the
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street, a woman steps out with a little boy. She stops beside an old, beat-up Honda. She
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looks at you, then the truck… and quickly turns away. She rushes her son into the back seat,
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her movements stiff and urgent. Her eyes stay locked on the sidewalk - anywhere but you. The
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engine starts. As she pulls away, she deliberately turns her face in the opposite direction.
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The guy with the tattoos tells you what to do. If a car pulls into a house, you snap a photo.
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Then, a single crying emoji - sent to the only number saved in the burner phone.
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That’s it. Don’t move. Don’t call anyone. Don’t leave.
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How hard could it be? The men drive away,
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leaving you alone in the open street. Suddenly, there’s a shift in the air. You feel exposed. Eyes
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watching you from behind every barred window. An hour passes. Nothing. The sun beats down,
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heavy on your face. No cars. No people. Then a ringing jolts you - you almost
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jump out of your skin. An ice-cream cart, pushed by an old man in a baseball cap.
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A face flashes behind a curtain in one of the houses… and disappears.
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The bell keeps ringing. The ice-cream man spots you. His hand slaps the bell, silencing it,
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and he turns the cart around. Something isn’t right. You
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think of the money, the $400. 11.17 am. It’s still quiet. Then,
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in the distance, you hear car doors slamming. There’s a gunshot, then another.
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It’s only a few streets away. Panic grips you.. Are you supposed to move? Send a message?
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Another shot. Then the revving of an engine.
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Your heart pounds. Tires squeal. The black Toyota Hilux swings around the corner,
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barreling straight toward where you’re standing.
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“Get in.” Sweat drips down the tattooed guy’s forehead.
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Your eyes catch the pistol on his lap. You slide into the backseat,
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heart still hammering. The engine roars as the Hilux peels away, tires screaming on the asphalt.
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“Well done,” he says once you’re out of the street.
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You didn’t do anything. Yet somehow… it feels like you did.
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Still… $400. They hand it to you like it’s
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nothing. You’re at a roadside taco stand, middle of nowhere. The men are in a celebratory mood,
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laughing, eyes glued to a video on the phone. The driver slides it toward you. A man being executed
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in the street. They don’t say who he is - but you know he mattered. These days, the cartels post
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videos like this on Facebook and TikTok. Killing has become entertainment, a recruitment tool.
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And right now… you’re holding the proof The message is clear to kids like you: kill, and
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your life means something. Status. Money. Family. You once read that 30,000 children now work for
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the cartels in your country. Vulnerable ones. And somehow… that includes you
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If the choice is farming or breaking your back as a laborer for a few dollars a day… you understand
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the pull. And if you get caught? You’re tried as a juvenile. That's why kids are the new frontier.
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The guys drop you off outside your house at close to 2.30 pm. Keep the phone,
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they tell you. You start to say you won’t need it. The driver wafts his hand dismissively.
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$400 sits on the table. Renata forces a smile. But her eyes drop to the phone still in your hand. She
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doesn’t like that you kept it. And neither do you.
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3.10 pm. The phone buzzes on the table, right next to the pile of unpaid bills.
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Renata shakes her head, silent. You can’t look at her.
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You could ignore it. Maybe you will. But you relent.
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30 minutes. We’ll be waiting outside. Don’t be late.
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You’ll just hand back the phone and tell them you’re busy.
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Renata doesn’t look convinced. This time, there’s another kid in
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the back. You recognize him from the neighborhood - no older than 13 or 14. His parents were both
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addicts. He’s wired, teeth grinding. You’re almost relieved he doesn’t remember you… yet.
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There’s a problem, the driver says, a big one. You try to tell him you’re out. But he cuts
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you off. It’s too late for that. You can quit tomorrow. He leans in. The woman with the kid this
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morning? She saw everything. Every face. The guy that was executed was a cop on the payroll… and
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he turned. That was his own fault. But now… she’s gone to the police. A source inside the department
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said the woman will testify as a witness. She saw everyone and that means you.
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Too many people have been snitching lately. That reflects badly on the
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boss. Without order, the whole system collapses. You drive past your old school. Kids and parents
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walk away from the playground. Some stop at the stand where an old man sells tostadas.
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That’s all you want - a dad taking his daughter to school. A normal life. The life you never had.
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“I’m not hurting a…” The tattooed guy cuts you off again. You won’t
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have to. He nods at the guy next to you, the young sicario. All you have to do is drive the getaway
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car, film the execution with the burner phone. This isn’t a regular hit. It’s a
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statement. Order must be restored. Out in the open. Violent. Designed to
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go viral - the exact effect they want. The sicario sitting next to you still
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hasn’t spoken. He’ll be using an Uzi submachine gun. It’s got to look frightening, dramatic.
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You’re shaking your head. This isn’t you. The tattoo guy stares at you. Unflinching. ‘How
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are Renata and Isabella?’ he asks. It’s like a gut punch.
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This time around, it's $500. And you don’t even have to pull the trigger.
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About an hour out of town, you’re about to switch cars when the tattooed man produces a
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small vial. A tiny spoon is pressed under your nose. Glassy. Stinging. Probably
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methamphetamine. You don’t take drugs. But you do now. The high will last for hours.
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You tell yourself this can’t be real. It’s just you and the other young guy in
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the car. He won’t stop talking. Miguel, he says, nice to meet you. He really doesn’t remember you.
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He tells you this will be his eighth murder. It gets easier, he says. $750 a time - $1,000 for
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this one - a high-priority hit. They trust him. He’s reliable.
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And it beats his old job. He used to pick tomatoes for $6 a day – 10 hours in the hot
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sun. He started at 9 years old, just like the 2.1 million other Mexican kids doing
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illegal hard labor. He tells you he found the cartel when he was at a friend’s house playing
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video games at 3 am. Someone invited them to an in-game event with the promise of money.
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Business at the U.S. border has never been better. Anything from $5 to $39 billion flows through each
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year… just for drugs. Another $13 billion comes from people smuggling. It’s a lot of money to go
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around – cartels, dirty cops, corrupt politicians… Everyone reaching for whatever trickles down.
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At the very bottom? The kids. The 12, 13 and 14 year olds.
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They get them with recruiting videos posted on TikTok or Instagram – kids posing with guns,
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older guys with thick diamond rings stacking bricks of dollar bills by a pool.
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It doesn’t fool you. It never did. Barely any of those kids make it
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out alive. Or they end up in prison. There’s a reason they call you “pollitos de colores” – the
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colored chicks sold at the markets. Cute. Bright. Usually dead before they get old.
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“They’re actually really cool,” Miguel says, “They look after you… like family.”
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You look at the Uzi resting on his lap. He’s going on and on about the car he’ll buy one day,
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about the big boss, a multi-millionaire who grew up farming just like him. Still
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gritting his teeth, grinning, he looks up and jokes: Thank you God for the American consumer!
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He won’t last long. You know that for certain. The woman finishes work at the factory at 5:30
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p.m. She picks her son up at her aunt’s, and they’re back home by 6:20. All this information
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comes courtesy of the local police department. Don’t hurt the boy, you tell Miguel.
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His reply doesn’t exactly instill confidence: “it’s an Uzi…I’ll try.”
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He knows you want to get out of this. It’s written all over your face. He
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pulls his phone from his pocket, presses a button, and drops it onto your lap.
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You watch the road while your eyes flick down at the screen.
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A video. A teenager tied to a chair. He can’t be older than 18. He’s gagged. One eye is
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swollen shut. He shakes his head, terrified. A masked man in gloves steps into view. He
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holds up a piece of paper: TRAITOR. He drops it into the teen’s lap,
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then produces a small container. The teen squirms. The man pours a liquid over his head.
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It’s not water. Smoke rises. Skin burns red.
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He writhes, screaming silently into the gag. You can barely focus on the road. Meth and
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adrenaline hammering your chest. Miguel takes his phone back, a told-you-so expression on his face.
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“That kid,” he says, “Messed up a job. That’s all. Do you get it now?”
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You get it. This job. That’s
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it and then you’re out. You should take Reneta and Isobella and get out of town. Move somewhere
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far away. Maybe Merida. Renata has relatives there who sell hammocks to tourists. She’s
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never told you the full story. Once, she hinted they do illegal things too. They’re connected.
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6.15 pm. Miguel passes you
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a black bandana to hide your face. He puts on a red one, the Uzi is squeezed between his legs,
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his jaw clenched. He looks genuinely excited. He tells you to make sure you get everything. He’ll
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move to the side so you can film the death part. Don’t miss the money shot, he laughs.
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The Honda pulls into the street. Miguel’s hand tightens
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around the gun, the other on the door handle. The boy gets out first, the woman just behind.
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Miguel scrambles into the street, running a few steps. Gunfire
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erupts. Bullets spraying everywhere. The woman drops almost instantly.
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You grip the phone, your hands trembling and sweaty. You close your eyes,
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trying to block out the sound. She lies in the road, still moving, crawling toward her son.
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By some miracle, he hasn’t been hit. Miguel fires again, bullets tearing into her body.
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She stops moving. Your hands shake so badly,
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you almost drop the phone. Just get back in the car,
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you urge Miguel. He grabs the kid by the wrist and drags him over kicking and screaming.
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You have to do something. Anything. You shake your head. You didn’t sign up for kidnapping.
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You refuse to move. The kid is terrified, eyes wide, face pale. Curtains twitch,
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people peer through gaps. Blood pools in the street.
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“They’ll kill you for this, Diego. I swear, they will kill you,” rasps Miguel.
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Eventually, he drops the boy. He lands in the street. Miguel throws himself into the
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car. You slam the accelerator, tearing out of the street, You rip the bandana
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off as soon as you’re in the clear. Miguel looks angry and scared.He knows
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punishment is coming. The plan was always to take the boy. They do it all the time.
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Thousands of these kidnapping-extortion cases happen every year in Mexico. Most never make the
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news. It’s just a bargaining chip. Someone’s name will be scrubbed from an investigation.
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Children are valuable currency… and you just lost one.
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Miguel checks his phone. There’s another location to go to.
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You dump the car, and someone you’ve never seen before picks you up. No
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one says a word. The guy drops you off at your place, and he and Miguel drive away.
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The $500? You didn’t even think to ask for it. Too much adrenaline coursing through your veins.
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Renata can see the fear on your face as soon as you walk inside. You’re still shaking. You
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tell her to pack. You’re leaving… tonight. It’s safer if she doesn’t know anything.
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Darkness falls. You keep scanning the street through the blinds, waiting for headlights.
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The phone hasn’t rung. There’s been messages. You did everything they asked. Everything.
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And you still have their video on your phone. Renata’s watching the news. A woman was brutally
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gunned down in the street - near the site where an off-duty policeman was killed this
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morning. She was a witness to his murder. Cartel business. Investigators are saying an automatic
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weapon was used. And in broad daylight. It was an execution. A statement.
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A detective tells the camera that witness intimidation won’t work. He’s wrong. It does
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work. It always works. Renata slowly turns her head, staring at you. She can see it in your face.
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You just shake your head. You’ll explain later. Not now.
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The burner phone buzzes. Come get your payment. The coordinates are below.
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Maybe you’re worried over nothing. Maybe you’re just paranoid. Miguel might have tried to kidnap
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the boy to impress the cartel. He obviously wasn’t thinking straight.. If kidnapping was the plan,
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they would have told you… wouldn’t they? But why did it take so long to send a
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message? Miguel looked genuinely afraid in the car on the way back.
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Renata won’t act unless she knows everything. So you tell her.
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Everything. She doesn’t react as badly as
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you feared. You never should have gone out this morning- she told you that countless times. But
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the rest isn’t your fault. Instead of yelling, she wraps her arms around. You feel like crying,
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but you fight it. You have plans to make. Renata makes some calls. Her relative in Merida knows a
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certain kind of people - not cartels. A family-run network that smuggles people across the border. No
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drugs. No violence. Just smuggling. She gets off the phone.
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$10,000 for both of you. Another $2,000 for Isobella. You’ll work off the debt in the US.
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A route that takes you door to door, through a tunnel, to a safe house somewhere in California.
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$12,000. That’s surprisingly cheap for something so risky - especially
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with babies. They’ll do it as a favor, as long as you put a little money upfront.
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Renata hesitates, then admits she’s been hiding her grandmother’s wedding ring. She was saving it
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for when you got married. It must be worth $800 at least - and you’ve got about $470 in cash.
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With a suitcase and a small backpack each, Isabella in Renata’s arms,
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you open the door and check the street. Clear. No one speaks during the drive
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to the border - it’s about a 2 hour drive. The old guy driving doesn’t even introduce himself.
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It’s close to midnight when you pull off the highway and into what looks like an industrial
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park. There’s an abandoned factory. The guy drops you off outside the gates.
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Another man steps out of the dark. You follow him around the back of
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the factory and onto a narrow dirt track. He kneels, pulling aside a bundle of dead
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branches. There’s a hole underneath - a way to the other side. You crouch, clutching Isabella
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tight against your chest, lowering yourself into the tunnel. It’s filthy and cramped.
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Soil trickles from the ceiling onto Isabella’s face. She jerks in your arms. She lets out a cry.
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“Shut that baby up,” the man growls behind you. Thankfully, she stops after a minute.
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The passage widens as you move forward, 6 feet (1.83 meters) high now, reinforced with wooden
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beams, construction lamps on the walls. There’s an old fan for ventilation. At the far end,
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a ladder leads up to a round metal plate. A dark figure stands above it, holding it
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open. You climb up. On the other side,
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it’s pitch-black, just a big empty space. You step out and take your first breath of
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air in the United States. “Hola…Renata and Miguel?”
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You feel a little better knowing he has your names. Renata’s relatives really helped - you
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owe them big time. A car waits for you around the corner. Isabella sleeps most of the journey,
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waking only once to be fed. The border lights fade behind you, Mexico disappearing in the
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rearview mirror. Renata yawns and passes Isabella into your arms. She closes her eyes.
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But there’s no way you’ll sleep - not until your family is safe behind four walls.
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You keep heading north past stretches of nothing on each side. Then gas stations
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or warehouses with security lights lighting up empty parking lots. Every now and then you see
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a Border Patrol SUV on a ridge above the freeway, its windows blacked out.
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You pray right that no one pulls you over. Get sent back home… and you’re dead. Well, maybe.
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Now the drugs are wearing off, you’re really starting to question if the fear is paranoia.
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But if that’s true, why has no one contacted you? You press on, further north. The driver keeps
18:05
glancing down at his phone, then casts quick, sideways looks at you. You catch his eye.
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“It’s nothing,” he says. “Almost there”. You’re not even sure where you're going.
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The guy pulls off the highway onto what looks like a mountain road, thick forest on each side. Reneta
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wakes up, asking for Isabella. She’s been great so far, sleeping all the way. A wave of tiredness
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hits you. You roll down the window for some fresh air. The air is cool here. Wherever you are, it’s
18:30
beautiful. It smells like pine. Trees everywhere, spreading for what feels like miles. You never
18:35
thought California would be so green, so quiet. The driver slows down. You pass a disused garage
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and the remains of a shack at the foot of a gravel track. Stones crunch under the tires,
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the headlights lighting up the trees. You turn a corner. Then the road seems
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to end. There’s nothing here. This doesn’t feel right. The
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driver can sense your confusion. He says you're close to LA. There’s
18:57
police roadblock scattered across the region. It’s not safe. You need to lie
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low for the night and then you’ll be taken to the city tomorrow. He points to what looks
19:05
like an old barn. You step out of the car. It’s pitch-black. You flick on your phone’s light.
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You grab the suitcase from the trunk and make your way toward the barn. Reneta follows,
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Isabella now waking in her blanket, her babbling the only sound apart from the branches of
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trees blowing and cracking in the wind. The door is heavy. You look back at the
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driver. He scans the area and gives you a nod. You push the door open… and step inside. You look up,
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half the roof is missing. Weeds and grass are growing inside. Reneta rests Isabela on a bench
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and looks for a light, disappearing into the darkness with her phone.
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The driver steps in behind you. The air shifts. You feel a chill on your neck.
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“Chucho sends a message,” he growls. Chucho?
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He holds his phone up to your face. Your picture. In the back of the Toyota this morning.
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He shoots Reneta first. You can’t see anything. Just a muzzle flash.
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Then a thud as she hits the ground. You don’t even try to run. You don’t
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fight. You just lose. They win. They always win.
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The driver types into his phone: What should I do with the baby?
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Isabella stares at a blanket of stars through the hole in the roof,
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her tiny fingers reaching out, grasping at air. Far across the border, Chucho is still awake. His
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wife and child sleep next door on an old mattress. Recruitment. Managing kids. It doesn’t pay well -
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but after today, he’s surely up for a promotion. His phone buzzes. A message about a baby.
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He doesn’t respond. The baby doesn’t matter. Only the guy’s phone matters.
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Chucho swipes through a long line of WhatsApp messages. He finds the one
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he’s looking for. Sebastián. A young kid he’s been talking to, sending recruitment videos.
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Sebastián is ready. He’s primed. Chucho taps out a message: 7 am. Don’t be late.
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These young recruits are just the foot soldiers for a massive,
20:43
untouchable empire. But what happens when a local mayor actually refuses to bow down? Find
20:44
out in our next video, 'Why Mexico Doesn't Get Rid of Cartels.' Click right here to keep watching.
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