Had it not been for an undercover agent from the Drug Enforcement Agency witnessing firsthand this modestly dressed, upright old brother standing on the pulpit in a church, leading a meeting with the core members of his gang inside the church, teaching everyone how to transport goods to the United States, how to build a sales network from scratch in a new American city, reminding them not to forget their hometown once they made money and settled in big cities, urging them to raise funds to build hospitals, schools, roads, and the notorious drug lords, whose photos hung on the DEA office's whiteboard, sat below like disciples of Jesus, listening obediently, no one would have believed it was true.
When intelligence came back, the DEA even thought it was a set-up by the drug traffickers to shift the blame, because many members of the gang had been caught in the past without anyone ever mentioning this old brother's name.
