A big net for the customs officers! The alleged perpetrators had been playing hide and seek. 3 tons of cannabis resin seized at customs were seized in their goods. However, the intuition of the customs officers was sharper than them. The traffickers hid the drugs under an assembly of spare parts for air conditioners. The smugglers wanted to make quick money without effort. Having easy money is really a mild understatement.

Small colas", "chicha", in the abyss

The word did not seem to displease them, illustrious precedents seemed to dance in their memory, and they found themselves a Pablo Escobar air of the best tone. The most difficult thing for them was to reach the store in Djicoroni-Coura, a few blocks from downtown Bamako. They were lucid enough to realize that they were not only driven by necessity, but also by their favorite demon, the desire to transcend the law. Until now, smugglers had been content to stake their honor and freedom on cannabis. They had never thought of taking it to the next level by using cannabis resin, which is considered very unhealthy and expensive.

The game of hide and seek

The key holder's heart was beating fast and his lightning fast mind was showing him the advantages of keeping the customs officers waiting for three hours. Tired of standing in line, they would eventually lose patience and leave. Thus, the pot aux roses would not be discovered.

The head of the customs investigation patrol, Salifou Traoré, is middle-aged, of average height, and of average build. Three or four gray streaks in his silver hair and a few wrinkles in his face were the only indications that he was no longer of the age at which he started in customs. Straight as an I, his stomach still flat, his eyes brighter and more mischievous, he was much appreciated for his patience and stubbornness at work.

With a handful of men gifted with excellent eyesight and flair, they finally made their way into the suspicious store without letting themselves be stopped by the strange smell that was coming out of the not very distinct jumble of goods accumulated before their eyes: air conditioner parts embedded in boxes, below which were piled numerous packages. The information was too valuable and worth a thorough search.

The eyes scanned the white polyethylene bags stamped "Guinea Seeds and Tubers". The customs officers would have given a lot to know what was in the 107 packages that were leaking a chocolate liquid identical to the color of the henna. The son of the shop owner justified himself by saying "Small colas". A second package emerged as soon as the first one was removed, then a third, a fourth and finally a fifth added an extra layer of suspicion. The shopkeeper's son was very fond of goods, but not at all fond of customs officers. He probably knew more than he was saying. "Chicha," he corrected in an ugly, harsh, husky voice. He spoke out of the corner of his mouth.

Sickening smell

The customs officers' minds worked quickly in silence: each package consisted of three bundles, each containing twenty bricks of soft chocolate-colored substance. A sickening smell pervaded the store. All eyes were on the soft product. It was a regular job to get everything on board and once at the Bureau of Intelligence and Customs Investigation to analyze the samples taken. The customs officers were not used to this kind of catch to guess that it was cannabis resin, obtained from a clever combination of male and female flowers.

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