POV: Finjes Tu Muerte Para Salir Del Cártel

You've been the

head accountant for the most dangerous cartel in the

city for 10 years. You know the only way to

quit is by leaving in a

body bag. For months you steal

cash and hide it in an

abandoned warehouse. You buy a

military drug designed to stop your

heartbeat for 3 hours. It's a

suicide plan, but staying means

certain execution by your

bosses. You wait until the mansion is

empty during an important

merchandise delivery. You go to your office bathroom and

swallow the pill without hesitation.

You schedule an automatic message to

alert the guards of your

exact location. The effect is immediate and your

body collapses heavily against the

marble floor. Everything goes dark

as you hear the hurried footsteps

of the hitmen approaching. You

suddenly wake up inside a

completely sealed wooden box.

Panic sets in when you realize you've been

buried alive. You light a

small lighter that you have hidden

in your left shoe. The light reveals

that the box is a coffin and poorly

nailed. You kick the lid with all your

might until the wood finally

gives way. The earth begins to fall on your

face as you push upwards to get

out. You surface coughing up

dirt and looking around

quickly. You are in the

clandestine cemetery that the cartel uses for its

victims. You run towards the nearest road,

taking advantage of the darkness of the

night. You steal an old car that is

parked outside an abandoned gas station

. You drive at full speed

towards the warehouse, where you have hidden

all your money. You know you have little

time before they discover the

coffin is empty. You arrive at the warehouse and

load the bags of money into the trunk

of the car. You pull a fake passport and a

loaded gun from a hidden safe.

Your new name is Carlos and your destination

is a small town very far away.

You hear the sound of tires

screeching to a halt outside the building.

The cartel has already lured you using the

stolen car's hidden GPS. You hide

behind some metal boxes while

three armed hitmen enter. You fire

twice and take down the first man

before he can react. The

second hitman returns fire,

shattering the wood just inches from

your head. You throw a homemade smoke grenade

to completely block their vision

. You run out the

back door as gunshots echo behind you

. You get in your car and accelerate,

knocking down the main gate of the

warehouse. You drive on the

secondary road, avoiding the

main routes and tolls. The

police radio indicates that there are checkpoints at

all exits from the city. You change

direction towards a small

private airport on the outskirts. You've paid a

pilot to be waiting for you with the

engine running. You reach the track just

as two black SUVs appear

in the rearview mirror. You accelerate the stop

directly towards the small plane that

is already moving. You jump out of the

moving vehicle and run towards the

open door of the aircraft. The bullets

begin to impact the

metal fuselage of the plane. The pilot pulls the

lever and the wheels leave the

ground just in time. You look out the

window and see the trucks crashing

into the security fence. For the

first time in 10 years you feel like you've

truly managed to escape. The flight

lasts 12 hours until landing on a

dirt runway on another continent. You

pay the pilot double what was agreed

to ensure his complete silence. You walk

to a nearby town and buy

new clothes at a local market. You take a train

to the capital using your

fake passport for the first time. Nobody gives you a second glance

or suspects the man with the

heavy backpack. The cartel has no

influence or hitmen on this side of the

world. You rent a small apartment by

paying a whole year in advance in

cash. During the first few months you don't

leave the house, except to buy

canned food. You check the news from

your country every day looking for

any mention of you. The cartel has

put a million-dollar price on your

head internationally. They know you

've deceived them and want their

money back at all costs. One afternoon you see a

suspicious man standing on the corner

of your street. He's wearing a dark suit and

talking on a cell phone while

looking out your window. You prepare your weapon and

pack the money in less than 3 minutes.

You exit via the fire escape just

as you hear loud banging on your

door. You run across the rooftops of

neighboring buildings to quickly get away

from danger. You go down a

narrow alley and blend into the

market crowd. You walk quickly,

without looking back, until you reach the

central train station. You buy a one-

way ticket to a random destination

in the north of the country. You get on the train and

sit in the last seat by

the window. The man in the dark suit

boards the same train just before

the doors close. It's clear they

have a professional tracker

following your every move. You wait for the

train to enter a dark tunnel before you

start moving. You walk down the

corridor until you are right behind the

poster's killer. You point your

gun at his back and order him to walk

to the bathroom. They come in and you lock the

door before he can

scream. You interrogate him by pointing the gun at his

head to find out how many more men are

coming. He confesses that he is the only

tracker sent to this

particular city. You knock him unconscious with a

hard blow to the head and take his

phone. You send a message to your bosses

saying that you've completely lost track of them

. You break the device into pieces and

throw it down the toilet of the

moving train. You jump off the train at the

next stop in the middle of nowhere.

You start walking through the forest

looking for a place to spend the night.

Now you know you can never stop

running while they're looking for you.

You walk for three days through the

mountains until you find an

abandoned cabin. The structure is almost in

ruins, but it serves as a

temporary shelter. You cut firewood to make a fire and

hunt small animals to

survive. You hide the money under the

floorboards to keep it safe

at all times. Every noise in the forest

makes you draw your weapon and aim at the

shadows. Constant paranoia is

rapidly becoming your only

companion. Two whole years go by without you

seeing another human being. Your appearance

changes drastically with a long beard

and very unkempt hair. One day

you hear the sound of an engine

approaching along the dirt road. You

hide among the trees with your rifle

ready to shoot to kill. It's a

local postal service vehicle

looking for the wrong address. You lower your

weapon and sigh with relief as you watch the

postman quickly walk away. You decide it's

time to move to a

bigger, more anonymous city. You dig up the

money and walk to the road to

ask for a ride. A truck driver will

take you to the nearest metropolis in

exchange for some money. You buy a

bankrupt car wash business

using a shell corporation.

Now you launder money for

yourself and in a completely legal way. You

hire employees and become

the silent owner that no one notices. The

business thrives quickly thanks to

your experience managing large

sums of cash. You expand the operation

by buying three more car washes in

different areas of the city. You live in

a luxury apartment under the

false name of Roberto Hernandez. You no longer look

over your shoulder every time you walk down

Main Street. Life on the poster

seems like a distant nightmare from another

past life. However, the criminal past

always finds a way to

return. You receive a letter with no

return address at your business's main office

. Inside the envelope is a

photograph of you taken the day before

on the street. On the back of the photo there is

a bank account number and a

deadline. They demand all the money you had

stolen plus the interest accumulated over the

years. You have exactly 48 hours to

transfer the funds or you're dead. The

cartel has found your perfect hiding place

after 5 years of peace. You're not

going to hand over the money for which you

risked your own life. You go to your

secret arsenal and take out

automatic weapons and plastic explosives.

You study your office's security videos

to identify the messenger.

He is a young hitman who has left the

letter and gotten into a gray car. You trace

the vehicle's license plate to a hotel

in the city center. It's time to

stop running away forever and start

hunting. You arrive at the hotel at midnight

dressed in black and with your face covered.

You go up the emergency stairs

to the fifth floor where they are staying.

You place an explosive charge in the

room's lock and walk away.

The explosion destroys the door and fills

the hallway with very thick smoke. You enter,

firing blindly at the figures

moving in the dark. Two

hitmen fall to the ground before they can

reach their own weapons. The

squad leader comes out of the bathroom firing a

repeating shotgun. You take cover behind

an armchair as the pellets

tear through the plaster wall. You throw a

reaper grenade into the center of the

room and close your eyes tightly. The

white explosion illuminates the place and leaves

the man completely disoriented. You come out

of your hiding place and shoot him twice

in the center of his chest. You approach to

make sure that absolutely no

one is left alive. You take the phone of the

dead leader and look for the last number he

dialed. You call that line

directly to speak to the big

boss of the cartel. You tell him that his

best men are dead in a

cheap hotel in the city. You warn him

that if he sends someone else,

he will be the next target. You hang up the

phone and leave the building before

the local police arrive. You have sent

a clear and violent message that they will not

be able to ignore. You return to your

apartment and pack only the essentials

in a tactical backpack. You go to your

car wash business and burn all the

financial records. You spill gasoline

all over the office and light a

match to destroy the evidence. The

fire consumes all your legal work in a

matter of just a few minutes. You get in

your car and drive towards the border

before dawn. Your peaceful life

as Roberto Hernandez has ended

forever in that city. You cross into a new

country using the third fake passport

you have stored away. You settle on a

small tropical island where cash

is king. You buy a

fishing boat and dedicate yourself to working

daily on the open sea. The

physical work is hard, but it keeps your

mind occupied and very calm. Nobody

asks questions in a place full of

fugitives and exiled criminals. He

mars the last traces of your

dark and bloody past. Every night you

sit on the deck of your ship

looking at the stars. You have the money

hidden in secret compartments

below the main deck. Sometimes

you hear strange noises on the dock and

your hand reaches for the gun. You know you'll

never be completely safe from the

reach of the powerful cartel. But faking

your death was the only right decision you

could have made in your life. Now you are

a ghost silently sailing through

international waters. One day, a

wealthy tourist rents your boat for

a private ride. You find it strange

because he pays three times the

normal rate without haggling at all. When he gets on

board, you notice a familiar tattoo on his

right wrist. It was the distinctive mark

of your former

crime boss's elite hitmen. You stay calm and

start the engine as if absolutely

nothing were wrong. They sail out to sea,

moving many kilometers away from the

safe coast.

The tourist pulls out a silenced gun

when they lose sight of the ground,

points it at your head and smiles, saying that he

has finally found you. You feign

terror and slowly raise your hands

upwards, begging for mercy. He

approaches to enjoy his victory.

Before pulling the trigger, you step on a

hidden switch in the ship's floor

that activates a mechanical trap. A

wooden beam hits his back,

violently throwing him straight into the ocean. The

hitman tries to swim, but his

heavy clothing quickly pulls him down.

You start the engine at full power and

speed away from the boat. You watch

as it sinks into the dark waters without

leaving any trace of its existence.

You clean the deck and make sure there are

no traces of the confrontation left.

You return to the port inventing a

believable story about a tragic

diving accident. The local police

accept your version of events, provided it is accompanied by a

very generous bribe. You sell the boat the

next day and take a commercial plane

to Asia. You understand that the pursuit will

not end until the

cartel boss is dead. You use your contacts

in the black market to buy

classified and valuable information.

You discover that your former boss is going to

attend a crime summit in Tokyo.

You buy a first-class ticket and

prepare your military assault gear. It's

the exact moment to cut off the

snake's head once and for all. You arrive in Tokyo

and stay in a skyscraper opposite

the meeting point. You spend two days

assembling a sniper rifle that

you put together in small pieces. You watch

the building's entrance through the

telescopic sight without rest.

Finally you see the convoy of

armored trucks you know so

well arrive. The cartel boss gets out of the

vehicle surrounded by

heavily armed bodyguards. You adjust the aim

by pointing directly at the exact center

of their forehead. You pull the trigger and

feel the recoil of the weapon hit your

right shoulder. The bullet crosses the street and

hits the target before

the shot is heard.

The boss falls to the ground and panic

grips his security men.

You disassemble the rifle in seconds and put it

in a black business briefcase. You leave

the hotel, walk calmly, and

blend in with the city's pedestrians.

The job is done and your freedom

is finally guaranteed by force.

You move to a coastal city in

Australia to start over again

. The cartel

completely disintegrates after the death of its

main leader. Different factions

begin killing each other for

total control of the territory. Your name

is quickly forgotten amidst the

war and the bloodshed. You invest

your money in real estate under

legitimate companies with fake names. Finally,

you can sleep a full night without

having a gun under your pillow. It's

been 20 years since that night you

faked your death. Your hair

is gray and you walk with the

absolute tranquility of an ordinary man. No one would

suspect that this old merchant

stole millions and killed in order to

survive. Sometimes you watch

mafia movies on television and laugh at their

tactical mistakes. Reality is much

colder, faster, and quieter than

movie fiction. Only those

who strike first and never look

back survive.