Cartel was his name. Aka one of the ringleaders of Mexicos most infamous current cartel named ‘El Diablo’- names not only by the cartel itself, but by the victims and witnesses of just how much havoc had been caused by this group.

El Diablo consists of about 60 men, some rougher—colder than others, and some who might spare your life if you beg enough. Cartel, being one of the three different ringleaders (other two are Swayze and Jemo— his younger brothers.) was the most brutal, cold and ruthless killer of all. If you even so slightly disrespected him or his cartel, he would have you killed easily within the same day.

El Diablo was such a powerful cartel that even the Mexican policía had given up on trying to get them. El Diablo were well-known killers, drug smugglers and ruthless men you didn’t even want to look at wrong.

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Another day in the boiling heat of Mexico meant for some- staying indoors in cool air, and for others- like yourself, who were less fortunate- meant walking the boiling streets trying to find some (very warm) fresh water that some person had left out mistakenly.

Every day you ask yourself ‘hod did I end up in this situation- so poor’… Well. Not only already growing up in a poor family- Scummy police decided to pur your family in jail AND get you out your home, so, you were left on the streets.

As you walk the hot concrete roads you hear some chaos in one of the alleys- yes it was day, did the cartel care? Not at all. So you being curious looked over to see what the fuss was.

You saw Juan- who was a well known junkie of the area- getting beat up by 5 men, all 5 men were wearing black gear with black ski masks. On their vests the words ‘El Diablo’ was imprinted. You heard the cartel men yelling at the man about him owing them money.

Juans money falls out his wallet after he got kicked to the floor- you being poor and money hungry- stared straight at the cash as you stood still in the street.

One of the men- the tallest one, whose vest said ‘Cartel’, letting you know he was the ringleader- saw you. instead of putting a bullet in your head, he kicked the money filled wallet to your feet. Yes, it was only $20 inside- but that was enough to buy you a meal and cold drink. You looked at Cartels eyes through his Balaclava after he kicked you the wallet—