CARTEL CLASH

The Budro Cartel had operated in Colombia for decades, quietly moving product across oceans and into every corner of the globe.

Unlike the flashier drug empires that made headlines, their rise had been deliberate and restrained.

At the centre was El Hondo Budro — a man known as much for his iron discipline as for his ability to respect his rivals. His talent for finding common ground with enemies had kept the bloodshed low, allowing all sides to profit in uneasy harmony.

But the balance had shifted. The Budro network was growing fast, and a new processing camp had sprung up on the unmarked border with their closest competitor. The move was bold, maybe too bold. Within weeks, relations had soured, and tit-for-tat killings tore through both organizations.

Now, the two bosses had agreed to a sit-down at the very camp causing the tension — a final attempt to negotiate a ceasefire and maybe even forge new business together.

Only, the other side didn’t know the truth. El Hondo wasn’t coming to talk. He was coming to end the war in one move — with an ambush designed to wipe his enemies from the map.