Ok. That was a warning shot. Dubai style.
The Top G scene works like that at the moment: There is one money fat guy that plays with fire about to burn himself. He must have a massively over exaggerated ego having watched way too much Miami Vice, but on a lot of powder.
He most likely has a car registered in Hanau, which would mean ties to Hells Angels Germany, my personal BKA problem and no situational awareness of the War on Drugs being tight like twins with The War on Terror, both almost all Underground.
The Onuahs have a legit business being a bit shady. In dubio pro reo, we have to give them that they successfully build a trade company based on drop shopping, a fashion brand focusing on the Street Wear niche and a personal brand on social media platforms.
This attracts parasites. From somewhere of the outskirts of Holocaust Money, The Firm at a cross point to the Party People their inability to stare someone down saying nothing lead them into use, hard drug use.
If their story is entirely true, and given the situation, it must be, someone else might now face an international warrant issued by Interpol on behalf of the Dubai Police for aggravating criminal offenses with the intend of establishing a drug trafficking ring.
That's the wrong friends.
And potentially my way out without HEAT. Someone owes me a lot of money. Others want to return me favors.
Kill the Unbelief as you can. As you can.
We know may welcome the Onuha Brothers among US. The Believers.
Say Welcome.
