In fact, drugs like Oxycodone.

Are completely different from before.

Yes, they're opioids.

But today's opioids can be chemically synthesized.

This whole category of drugs indeed originates from poppies.

However, the major pharmaceutical companies globally no longer need to cultivate anything.

Their partners are not farmers from the Golden Triangle or Latin America.

Their partners are chemical factories.

So why is there still a lot of cultivation?

Where do these crops go? Isn't it clear?

Plus, the materials that are grown are so expensive.

This means drugs like Oxycodone.

Have terrifyingly low production costs.

And also, they're much more potent than traditional drugs.

Take Oxycodone for example.

Addiction guaranteed within ten pills.

When such drugs enter Mexico and Tijuana.

One can only imagine the impact they'd cause.

...

La Mesa Prison.

"In here, follow the rules!"

"Anyone who dares to break the rules will face terrible consequences!"

"In this prison, don't pray to God! It's useless here! You're better off pleading to us! Understand?"

The prison guard shouted loudly.

A new batch of prisoners arrived today.

These guys either tried to smuggle into the United States or were caught by U.S. cops after crossing.

Of course, there are other types of criminals too.

It doesn't matter, they're all here.

They're caught and well looked after, and our prison has six zones.

They're basically divided by crime type.

Petty thieves are with those trying to sneak into the United States.

Sneakers generally aren't clean either.

A lot of them actually carry goods into the United States.

They're categorized as regular drug dealers.

These people occupy about three zones.

Then there's the lower-risk type.

Robbery, kidnapping, murder... cough, cough, we've redefined what's lower-risk.

These guys occupy two zones.

And there's one last zone.

For the truly formidable ones, the big drug lords, or family heads.

In fact, outside the prison, there's another 'zone'.

This zone is full of women who protest or come in to reunite with 'relatives'.

It's not new, even in U.S. prisons.

Inmates have the f*cking right.

Of course, excluding the possibility that these women are real 'relatives'.

But most are nearby Mexican women making a living off the prison.

Owen, thus enters this prison.

He now has the identity of an Argentine named Leo.

Owen has fought in Latin America, so naturally, he speaks fluent Spanish.

And Argentines sometimes use hand gestures.

After all, the country mainly consists of Spanish and Italian descendants.

So this Argentine named Leo always gestures while speaking.

He really fits the role.

It didn't take long for the zones to be allocated.

Naturally, there was no shortage of procedures.

But Owen didn't care much about it.

He planned to start his investigation but didn't expect.

An unexpected change occurred.

"Have you heard? The three families are organizing a competition!"

"Competition? Aren't we in a prison? Compete in what?"

"Fighting!"

"Huh?"

By the looks of it, those frequently in prison whispered together.

Owen, as Leo, being new, quietly listened in.

Luckily, everyone in this zone is about the same.

They're not serious criminals, it's more like a slum.

So, there's not much prison bullying.

One of the chatting prisoners even showed concern for Leo before.

Exchanged a few words, asked some questions.

Although Owen was somewhat mentally prepared for this prison, aware it would be a mixed bag.

He didn't expect the old prisoner to be quite enthusiastic.

However, that guy is obviously outgoing and loves gathering news.

As everyone chats about the competition the three families are organizing, it surely attracts more listeners.

Don't underestimate us male prisoners, we also have a gossipy spirit.

The old prisoner revealed one more piece of news.

"Do you know why the three families are holding this competition?"

Everyone, of course, had no idea.

"You're definitely making this up."

"Yeah, you never tell the truth."

"Forget it, don't listen to his nonsense."

Can the guy withstand such banter from so many inmates?

Indeed.

"You idiots! Let me tell you, the three families plan to use the competition to decide the ownership of a batch of goods and choose who will transport them to the United States."

Goods?

What kind of goods could they be?

And they need to be transported to the United States.

Owen couldn't help but get more interested, he inevitably moved closer.

The prison cells are large, outside is just an iron railing.

Everyone is naturally gathered to chat.

Not just Owen, the other inmates were also intrigued.

The guy seemed to be enjoying sharing, and went on.

"Haven't you heard? A batch of high-purity goods arrived in Tijuana, and these goods…well, they're not easy to handle, so the three families are competing first."

Why is he speaking so cryptically?

The prisoners pressed him further.

"You don't know the inside story!"

"Garcia, don't pretend, there won't be any competition."

"Yeah, who would think of such a method?"

This guy named Garcia was overwhelmed by the words.

He said with flushed cheeks, "You don't get it! Because these goods are not simple! They're donated! Have you heard of Oxycodone?"

Upon hearing this, the other inmates might not know.

But Owen's interest was piqued.

He couldn't resist asking, "Garcia, do you mean the goods are still with the city government?"

Huh? That suggestion…

Garcia immediately laughed but emphasized, "That's what you said! I didn't say they're with the city government!"

Who wouldn't understand what he meant?

It's like he's admitting it.

Plus, the goods are drugs, namely Oxycodone.

So, many understood.

In simple terms, the so-called batch of goods is actually a batch of drugs, and these drugs belong to Tijuana City Government.

The three families organizing the competition likely have a large connection to Tijuana City Government.

Or perhaps, after the families compete, the winner can discuss the deal with someone from the government.

In general, the so-called competition is meaningful.

At least it's much better than the families killing each other with guns.

Plus, there's still the transportation job afterwards.

Once the inmates understood, many were tempted.

The goods might be secondary.

The key is being able to go to the United States!

Going back to the United States, with luck, they'd stay there and not return.

Only Owen had different thoughts.

The Argentine Leo suddenly said, "We have so many people in the prison, how long will this competition take?"

Indeed, fighting and matching up is a good approach.

But there are too many people in the prison!

Garcia burst into laughter, "Leo, you're interested, aren't you? Let me tell you, the competition is based on appearance, only those who look good can go on stage."

Is he explaining the competition mechanism?

No!

Everyone in the prison understood.

The three families are trying to use this so-called 'competition' to open a gambling table!

Indeed, that's it, fully utilizing this opportunity.

In a place like Tijuana, underground fights are common.

Garcia mentioned 'appearance', he's talking about the external qualities of a fighter.

Whether a fighter can win isn't determined by muscle definition?

If that's the case…

"I want to try, I really can't wait any longer! I want to go to the United States!"

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