What happened in the pursuit of the drug lord?

A newlywed couple in Baltimore, USA, Sorelli and Gloria, started their honeymoon trip with uneasy feelings accompanied by Mindel, the assistant of the big drug lord Han Gray.

This should have been the most sacred and sweet trip in life, but now it has been overshadowed by a dirty drug deal.

The purpose of their trip was to bring back a large amount of heroin from Amsterdam.

In order to deceive others, the three of them first flew to Copenhagen. Under Mindel's arrangement, I bought two hard-boxed Marco Polo cigarettes and a bottle of whiskey in Copenhagen.

A few hours later, the three Americans showed up in Amsterdam. Mindell booked a room in a hotel for the newlyweds, said "Happy Honeymoon" to them and hurried away with a cigarette.

A few days later, Mindel handed Sorelli two cigarettes concealed with drugs. They would then enter the country from the Chicago airport and hand over the drugs to the person who picked them up.

The Sorels followed the instructions, and they and Mindel pretended not to know each other along the way. As soon as they arrived at the Chicago airport, Mindel immediately disappeared into the crowd. When the Sorels passed the customs checkpoint, because they bought a lot of new clothes, the customs officers were busy calculating the taxes and let them go without even looking at the duty-free items.

In the airport reception hall, Big Han Gray's deputies Starkey and Frankie were waiting there. Stuckey put them on a flight to Baltimore. When we arrived at the international airport, Big Han Gray was waiting there eagerly. Gray paid them $100,000 in the car on the way from the airport to Washington. Since then, two more adventurers have been added to Gray's trafficking network...

Don Campbell is the director of the criminal division of the U.S. Judiciary in Washington, D.C., who handles major cases. His responsibility is to eradicate drug use in the nation's capital. However, drugs continued to flow into Washington, which frustrated him. He didn't know exactly where so much of the drugs came from. The Washington Police Department, the FBI and the Federal Drug Enforcement Administration are all at a loss. The drug smuggling trade is becoming increasingly rampant and the police are exhausted.

But as the situation becomes increasingly difficult, for Don Campbell, cracking down on drugs and fighting bureaucracy seem to require equal energy. The police in Washington did not trust the FBI, the FBI was unwilling to let others interfere in their affairs, and the DEA wanted to do it alone. Campbell knew that if he could not unify the forces of these departments and act together, he would never be able to stop the flow of drugs.

Campbell’s opportunity presented itself. The above-mentioned departments simultaneously discovered that a Shift Hotel was actually a drug wholesale center, so Campbell ordered his assistant, Prosecutor Leibovitz of the Department of Justice, to handle the case and coordinate the cooperation of several departments. , conduct reconnaissance.

Prosecutor Leibovitz is 6 feet tall, muscular, with curly brown hair and a beard. A small scar under his lip added character to his youthful face. After graduating from American University School of Law, he joined the U.S. Department of Justice. For five months, he devoted all his energy to the Shift Hotel case. Cleverly, an agent of the Anti-Smuggling Agency was infiltrated into the smuggling group of the Shift Hotel. After multiple investigations, the owner of the hotel was thrown into prison.

After this operation, all three departments realized the importance of joint operations to combat drug trafficking, so a special team was set up under the charge of Inspector Leibovitz.

After full preparation, the special team cast a net. They sent a list to every entry and exit checkpoint in the country, and the names of Big Han Gray, Starkey, Frankie and the others were all on it.

This spring, Frankie flew back from Amsterdam to Chicago's O'Hare Airport. Frankie handed his passport and customs declaration form to Rocky, the immigration staff member. She glanced at Frankie and followed the formalities of checking her passport and customs declaration form. After everything was correct, she stamped her passport and declaration form. Finally, Rocky clicked on the computer.

The computer told her that Frankie was a suspected heroin smuggler. She calmly handed the passport and customs declaration form back to Frankie, nodding to him that the procedure was complete. After Frankie left, Rocky immediately called his boss. After a while, airport inspector Gooding was notified and asked to carefully check Frankie's luggage.

Gooding reviewed Frankie's flight ticket, passport and customs declaration. Frankie had booked a first-class ticket. His clothes were expensive, fashionable, and well-dressed. There was nothing out of place. He reported carrying less than $5,000 in cash.

"How long have you been away from the United States?" Gooding asked.

“12 days.”

“Which countries have you been to?”

“Amsterdam, the Netherlands.”

“What are you going to do? "

"Visiting my sister"

"Did you bring any hard liquor?"

"There is a bottle of whiskey."

"You. Occupation?"

"Real estate agent." Frankie spoke confidently and answered questions fluently.

"Please come with me," he said to Frankie.

Gooding helped Frankie carry the brown leatherette suitcase, blue clothing bag and plastic duty-free bag into a room in the customs hall.

"Take out everything in your pocket. Do you have more than 5,000 yuan in cash?" Guding said to Frankie.

"No more, exactly 5,000 yuan." Frankie threw all the bills on the table.

"Please take off your coat."

Guding touched the clothes inside and out. A piece of tinfoil was found in the inner breast pocket, neatly folded into a half-inch square. Guding opened it carefully, and there was less than a gram of white powder inside.

"Take off your clothes," he ordered Frankie. After checking the whole body, he took out the cigarettes from the plastic bag of duty-free goods that Frankie brought. The cigarettes seemed to be heavier than normal. He pinched it, and the cigarette case seemed not as elastic as ordinary cigarettes. He opened a carton of cigarettes and found 10 packs inside, each pack wrapped in cellophane. Everything seemed normal. He pulled out a packet and shook it, making a slight rattle.

Guding opened the cigarette and tore off the tin foil. There was a plastic bag hidden inside, which contained off-white powder. He opened another pack and found the same situation. By this time, five other anti-narcotics officers and customs inspectors had gathered at the door.

There are 36 bags of white powder in each of the 4 cartons of cigarettes Frankie carries.

Leibovitz offered Frankie that if he would cooperate and testify, Leibovitz would spare him a prison sentence. The government will give him a new identity under the witness protection program. If he refuses to cooperate, the court will give him the harshest punishment, and he may have to spend 30 years in prison.

Despite Frankie's reluctance to cooperate, capturing him at the Chicago airport was more than a psychological victory for the special team. The anti-smuggling squad lost no time in following the clues. They learned that Daostaki was traveling on the Amsterdam-Chicago route using Roy Taylor's fake passport.

The task force reviewed Starkey's phone records, compiled a list of his girlfriends, and interviewed them. One of them said that a girl named Renee had traveled abroad with Starkey.

Leibovitz found Renee. Since she quit, Renee has been worried about Stuckey, fearing that he might assassinate her. But what if if you don’t tell the truth you could be sentenced to jail and leave a son behind? Even if she refused to cooperate with the police, they would catch Stucky. After much thought, Renee finally came up with it all and expressed her willingness to testify if the government placed her under the witness protection program.

Leibovitz now lacks evidence against the big boss, Big Han Gray. He knew that Gray was a cunning big fish and would never personally go to Amsterdam to traffic drugs. If there is no conclusive evidence of guilt and everyone gets the stolen goods, there is insufficient evidence to accuse Gray of drug trafficking.

The Washington police removed Stuckey’s fingerprints from the Marco Polo cigarette box they brought back from Amsterdam. In order to collect evidence of the big man Gray's crime, they also investigated Mindel, one of Gray's bosses. The man and Gray had parted ways and now worked at a gas station on Georgia Avenue.

One evening, drug agent Robert found Mindel.

Robert said to Mindel, "I have known you for eight years. A few years ago, someone accused you of drug abuse and arrested you."

"I remember." Mindell said, "However, I have never touched drugs since then."

"I know all about your overseas heroin network."

Mindell Throwing away the cigarette, "Yes, I have been to the Netherlands, when I was about to get married."

Agent Robert interrupted and said, "I don't want to hear your terms before you hear them. Nonsense. I know everything you did. I have documents to prove most of your whereabouts in the past few years. I can charge you with drug trafficking and put you in jail until you die." >

Beads of sweat began to roll down Mindel’s face. But he still argued: "You made a mistake this time. However, let me think about it and I will call you if there are clues."

Robert told Mindel: "It has something to do with the Amsterdam drug trafficking network." Some of the people involved have been killed." Mindel said irritably, "Listen, I haven't done anything."

Two weeks later, Mindel said. His body was found under the wheels of his car, with a fatal blow to his head.

Starkey felt the rope tightening. Frankie has been on edge since his arrest 10 months ago. He knows that he is the most dangerous person in the group. He went to Amsterdam more than anyone else. He knew that a grand jury had been formed and that another smuggling route through Montreal had been discovered. Starkey shuddered at the thought. He was determined to kill Prosecutor Leibovitz. If the prosecutor died, the investigation would also die.

Starkey bought an old car under a false name. He had a silencer-equipped 0.22 caliber pistol. The bullets were dipped in a solution of kaempferol.

At 10 a.m., Leibovitz carried a shopping bag and headed south in the direction of the Capital Police Station.

Leibovitz hopes that the jury will rush to draft the indictment and start the trial as soon as possible. Because he has vaguely felt that the power of the drug cartel has seriously interfered with the progress of solving the case. Witnesses either remained silent or reported being intimidated. Witnesses were also being bribed. Word on the street was that anyone who tipped off Leibovitz was doomed.

Leibovitz entered the parking lot of the Third Street Courthouse. A step away to his left was the Capitol, and six blocks to his right was FBI headquarters. Plainclothes agents, U.S. court bailiffs and uniformed police officers milled in and out of the courthouse.

Leibovitz noticed a gray car approaching slowly and stopped a few steps away from him. He didn't pay any more attention to it.

"Leibovitz," someone in the car called him.

Leibovitz took a step forward, bent over and looked into the car. Inside, a man about 30 years old was pointing a pistol with a silencer at him.

It was too late to say it, but it was so fast at that moment, before he could react. There was a muffled "pop" sound from the car, like a can of Coke being opened. Leibovitz could clearly feel his body sinking downwards, and the car had started and fled into the distance.

The police arrived quickly and took Leibovitz to the hospital. Fortunately, due to the thick coat and fat barrier, the bullet only entered under the surface of the stomach without damaging any organs. It only took a few minutes for the doctor to take out the bullet. There was no need to suture the wound, but Shannai made him seriously injured. He suffered from it, but fortunately the dose of Shannai was not enough to kill him.

After committing the crime, Stucky began to flee crazily, using pseudonyms to continue selling drugs across the United States, and traveled between Amsterdam, Colombia and the United States.

However, many evil deeds will lead to self-destruction, and he was finally discovered at the Chicago Customs and brought to justice. In court, Starkey, as another witness, confirmed Gray's drug trafficking crimes and said that Gray was vicious and cruel, and it was he who killed Mindell and others with his own hands. The jury found Gray and Starkey guilty, and the judge sentenced Gray and Starkey to life imprisonment and 50 years in prison respectively. At this point, the Amsterdam drug trafficking network was shattered.