Free Web NovelBefore the shock of Amado’s identity could even settle, my next words threw everyone into complete chaos.
“What... what did you just say?”
Oscar, who had already been stunned by the revelation about Amado, now couldn’t even speak properly.
“El Mencho. Choose. If you can’t do it, I will.”
I ignored Oscar entirely and kept my eyes fixed on El Mencho.
He, too, did not avoid my gaze and looked straight back at me.
“What the hell is this...? Are you insane?! What are the rest of you doing?!”
Oscar shouted in fury, but no one stepped forward.
In their heads, someone like Oscar didn’t even register anymore. They were all busy recalculating after Amado’s appearance.
I was giving El Mencho an opportunity.
If he killed Oscar here, I would take him in.
If he couldn’t—then I’d eliminate him along with Oscar.
“Mencho! What are you doing? Let’s leave.”
Worried that El Mencho might hesitate, Oscar quickly moved toward the door.
But the mercenaries were already blocking it.
“Move! You invite people here and pull this kind of stunt?! Mencho! Hurry up!”
Oscar urged him again, but El Mencho didn’t move an inch.
Was he reading my intentions, or simply thinking it over?
His eyes were sunken, heavy with thought.
Maybe... he just needed certainty.
I gave a small nod again, making my intent clear.
Only then did El Mencho, his expression stiff, begin walking toward the entrance.
“Boss.”
“Yeah! Get these bastards out of the way right now—”
“I’m sorry.”
Standing behind Oscar, El Mencho wrapped his thick arm around his neck.
“Ghk—!”
Caught off guard, Oscar struggled wildly.
His trembling hands clawed at El Mencho’s forearm, his bloodshot # Nоvеlight # eyes rolling back.
El Mencho said nothing. He simply leaned his weight back and tightened his grip.
Time passed.
Oscar’s movements gradually weakened... and then his arm dropped limply.
Even then, El Mencho didn’t release him immediately. He held the position a moment longer.
Only after confirming that the life had completely left him did he let go, pushing Oscar’s body aside before standing up.
Then he looked straight at me.
That faintly vicious look in his eyes—I liked it.
“From today on, El Mencho is the boss of the Milenio Cartel. Everyone here will bear witness. Take Oscar’s seat.”
El Mencho bowed slightly and took his place.
None of the other cartel bosses paid the Milenio Cartel any attention.
Their eyes were all fixed on Amado.
“Amado. It looks like everyone’s waiting for you. Explain properly.”
Amado nodded and looked around at them.
“It’s been a while, everyone. I’ll say it again. I am Amado.”
Antonio asked in a trembling voice,
“You’re really Don Amado?”
“Yes. Do you think I’d gather all of you here just to lie? Besides, my brother is right here. Isn’t that right, Vicente?”
Vicente nodded.
“That’s right. It’s him.”
“What the hell—!”
“So you’ve been fooling us this whole time?”
Murmurs broke out across the room.
Amado raised his hand to silence them.
“I know it’s hard to accept, but it’s true—I’ve returned. I intended to live quietly, but at this rate, all of our cartels will be destroyed. That’s why I’ve revealed myself.”
He made eye contact with each boss before continuing.
“El Chapo of the Sinaloa Cartel has gone out of control. If we leave him unchecked, we’ll keep losing ground—unless you’re planning to go to war with the government.”
Everyone here had come to the same conclusion.
“So I’ve decided to join hands with Charlie here and unite the cartels of Mexico.”
“What?”
“That’s ridiculous!”
The major cartels remained silent, but the smaller ones protested loudly.
“You want us to clean up after you? If that was the case, we would’ve joined you long ago!”
Amado smiled at them—but his eyes were filled with killing intent.
“So what? What exactly can you do about it?”
“What did you say?! Even if you’re Don Amado, we won’t tolerate that!”
“Won’t tolerate it? Are you saying you want a war with me?”
“That’s not impossible!”
It was a pointless clash of egos.
Before it escalated further, I stopped him.
“Amado. That’s enough. I’ll take it from here.”
He nodded and sat back down—though not before glaring at the one who challenged him.
“You too—sit down. Or would you prefer to leave here as a corpse like Oscar?”
All eyes turned to Oscar’s body on the floor.
Once the room quieted, I spoke.
“We don’t have time, so I’ll keep it brief. This is my proposal to all of you. Listen—and then choose.”
I was giving them a choice.
Of course, it wasn’t one they could really refuse.
“First, let me correct something. We’re not forming a single organization. We’re forming a unified body—like the Commission of the New York Mafia.”
Everyone focused.
“However, you all understand that not every group can hold equal status. Expecting identical treatment is greed.”
The major cartels and smaller groups operated on entirely different levels of revenue.
“They’ll be unified under a Commission structure—but profit distribution will be differentiated.”
Javier spoke up at the right moment.
“And how exactly will that distribution be decided?”
“That will be decided by the Commission itself. My involvement ends once the Commission is established. After that, I’ll leave Mexico.”
I couldn’t dictate everything.
Rules imposed by an outsider wouldn’t be accepted.
“The rest will be decided collectively by you.”
I continued.
“Any cartel that refuses to join will be erased from Mexico. The first example will be the Sinaloa Cartel. We’ll use them to demonstrate the Commission’s power.”
Silence fell.
Everyone watched each other, waiting.
Then Javier spoke.
“The Tijuana Cartel will join.”
“The Juárez Cartel will also join.”
Two major cartels stepped forward.
El Mencho followed.
“The Milenio Cartel will join as well.”
After that, the smaller groups quickly fell in line.
The Gulf Cartel followed last.
“We’ll join too.”
In the end, every cartel present agreed.
“Good. Then I’ll explain the structure.”
I gestured toward Amado.
“The first chairman of the Commission will be Amado.” frёewebnoѵēl.com
No one objected.
“The organization will be called the Mexican Council. The council will have a maximum of five members, including the chairman.”
There were fifteen people here.
Excluding Amado, only four seats remained.
“One seat goes to Javier of the Tijuana Cartel.”
“I will serve faithfully.”
“Another goes to Vicente of the Juárez Cartel.”
“I will act for our interests.”
I turned to the Gulf Cartel leaders.
“Antonio, Eduardo. Which of you will take the seat?”
Antonio objected immediately.
“There are still two spots left. We both should take seats.”
“Only one representative per cartel. Otherwise, stronger cartels will dominate the council.”
“What about Juárez? They have two!”
Amado answered calmly.
“I have no ties to Juárez anymore. I serve only the council.”
I added,
“The chairman holds limited power. All decisions are made collectively by the five members.”
They hesitated.
“In that case, decide later and inform Amado.”
They nodded.
Finally—
“The last seat goes to El Mencho of the Milenio Cartel.”
This time, objections exploded.
“That bastard? He killed his own boss and took the position!”
I looked at the man speaking.
“Nasario Moreno González of the Michoacana Cartel, correct?”
“That’s right. We won’t accept this.”
I understood immediately.
His cartel was still at war with Milenio.
I considered killing him on the spot.
Then Amado intervened.
“El Chayo.”
“Yes, Don.”
“Do you want to end up like Lazcano of Los Zetas?”
“...What?”
“If this man decides to act, your cartel would be wiped out in a day. You saw what happened to Los Zetas.”
“...No.”
“You’re joining the same council. That makes you brothers. If you still oppose... then you become our enemy.”
“...Understood.”
Amado leaned toward me and whispered,
“Too much blood at the start is not good. Respect is a better weapon than fear.”
I nodded.
“Then there are no objections to El Mencho taking the final seat?”
No one spoke.
“El Mencho.”
“Yes. I will do my best for the council.”
The leadership was complete.
“And now—”
I placed a hand on Ramos’s shoulder.
“You all know Ramos, right?”
Every gaze in the room turned toward him—cold, uneasy, and full of hostility.
