The terrifying truth about world’s biggest drugs cartel THE KILLERS CHOPPED IN FRONT OF HIS SCREAMING WIFE The beginning
ON a cold winter’s morning in 1974, the richest crime group Britain has ever known was founded in a rain-lashed lorry depot by a man named Fred.
The cab hadn’t even had time to cool down before the owner was busy scrambling on to the trailer behind, impatient to recover his riches.
Fred lifted back the green tarpaulin, sending rivulets of rainwater carelessly splashing back on to sacks of foodstuff.
But he placed little value on the lorry’s legitimate load.
Fred pulled away more sacks to reveal a ‘ parcel’ that had been hidden among the lorry’s legal cargo of coffee and tinned fruit. Feverishly, Fred then jemmied open the lids of the crates with a crowbar, revealing a sickly sweet-smelling dark mush wrapped in stained muslin bags and layered crudely in crinkly-coloured plastic.
It was heroin – three kilos’ worth.
This was the first consignment of class A drugs that Fred had smuggled though the Liverpool docks.
Thirty years later, the cartel that he had inadvertently founded in a grimy post-industrial goods yard had a turnover of billions of pounds, employed thousands of people across the globe and boasted a hierarchical structure similar to that of a global corporation. IT’S a global organisation – making billions in sales.
But, unlike Tesco or BP, few have heard of it.
The Cartel is Britain’s, and probably the world’s, biggest drugs firm – a shadowy network stretching from the freezing fog-banks of the Mersey to the glittering marinas of Marbella.
From the coffee shops of Amsterdam to the trading floors of Canary Wharf, the Cartel is run by