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Ethics committee of the scpf wrote:

The Cartel Idea

Cartel- A group of independent market participants who collude with each other in order to improve their profits and dominate the market.

The first of these centered on drugs was that in Pablo Escobar’s Medellin Cartel, established just that year in 1972, bringing together numerous drug traffickers, many of whom were involved in the Gulf Route. Soon after a deal was cut between Abrego and Escobar to receive 50% of all Cocaine heading into North America from Medellin.

Leaving these meetings that resulted in this deal, Abrego didn’t just bring back home that, but also a idea, one to bring together the plazas of Mexico to dominate the market.

It wouldn’t be easy with so many rivalries among so many Plazas, but the proposal of huge wealth this could bring was too hard to resist for many and within a week there was meetings scheduled with Pablo Acosta Villarreal of Juarez and the Arellano-Félix brothers of Tijuana.

It did seem that maybe, just maybe the idea was possible.

In the following weeks, there was meeting upon meeting, talk upon talk. No doubt there was trouble, but by the end of it there was a conference consisting of many of Mexico’s greatest drug lords, excluding only Pedro Alivares of Sinaloa and the Naranjo Brothers of Guadalajara.

In the city of Matamoros they all sat in a big round table in their various attire, and as the waiter went around to each men who looked at the standing man, and then he who had brought them here, at least in their eyes, spoke.

Welcome, welcome. We have talked a lot, and drank more.”

They all let out a chuckle at Guerra’s joke.

“But now is the time, the time to become powerful, rich, vastly beyond what our eyes could see. Now... is the time to become the new kings and lords of Mexico.”

They all lifted their beers and said in a celebratory mood “cheers,” all expect Benjamín, one of the Felix-Arellano brothers of Tijuana, who had 1 or 2 more concerns.

“Don Guerra, I do not mean to ruin your celebration, but what about the Cubans?”

“What about them?” Said Acosta of Juárez.

“I mean so much of the powder still goes to them, the La Compania I mean. If we are ever to truly become as rich as you describe then the Mexican route must become the primary route.” Benjamín drank from the cup as if he had gained a one-up on a rival, though this was hardly the case.

“I hear you I do.” He began to walk in a slow fashion around the table in a clockwise matter towards the two brothers.

“And I have a plan, actually have had one for a while now.”

“Is that so?” Curiously said.

“Yes, we have contacts to the north of the border and a plan.” He had now at this pointed arrived at the brothers spot, but instead of looking behind, he only looked forward when asking the next question.

“And the gringos?”

Guerra had now moved beyond the spot, continuing his clockwise stroll all the way towards a desk at a upper right corner.

“Surely you read the news? Like all good lords do.”

He tossed a newspaper towards Benjamín, although it went a little too far and ended up in front of his brother Ramón who upon grabbing it saw the picture of a burning oil tanker and a smoke black building.

Guerra now returned to his seat, victorious.

“They know nothing and will know nothing, now, shall we all shake?”

The Greater Western Union can you add Tijuana, Chihuahua, Nayarit, San Luis Potosí, Colima, Michoacán, Sonora, Zacatecas to me?