By Graham JohnsonA worldwide staff. Billions in revenues. yet, not like Tesco or BP, few have heard of it. The Cartel is Britain’s greatest medications association, a shadowy community stretching from the freezing, foggy banks of the Mersey to the glittering marinas of Marbella, from the espresso outlets of Amsterdam to the buying and selling flooring of Canary Wharf. On the ground rung, there are road gangs who gown in black North Face jackets and are armed to teeth. on the most sensible, there are drug lords worthy greater than £200 million who conceal at the back of an internet of entrance companies. It started as a unfastened alliance of petty criminals in a run-down urban in northern England and grew till its participants have been utilizing inner most planes to pass among continents, dealing medicinal drugs on an business scale. In The Cartel, Graham Johnson tells the interior tale.
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