That dusky afternoon Ismael Zambada Garcia was more restless than usual. The guards passed him reports that was repetitive in the last couple days, mobilized Army was traveling through the zone. The soldiers installed camps through the helicopters that carried them and supplies. The noise of the military helicopters arrived occasionally to the refuge. And as the ridge began to darkened they received a radio notice that soldiers were near the den. Some how, the troops approach el Mayo.
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That dusky afternoon Ismael Zambada Garcia was more restless than usual. The guards passed him reports that was repetitive in the last couple days, mobilized Army was traveling through the zone. The soldiers installed camps through the helicopters that carried them and supplies.
The noise of the military helicopters arrived occasionally to the refuge. And as the ridge began to darkened they received a radio notice that soldiers were near the den. Some how, the troops approach el Mayo. Mocking the multiple circles of security that spread around the boss. In highways, roads, paths, hills and thickets were men "sow" themselves, some armed, others disguising them self with the environment. With little time to decide the elusion, they started hearing the motor of helicopters.
They were on their trail in the dark of night, disembarking a commando of masked military men. The branches of trees and abundant bushes protected them. Mayo with three of his bodyguards walked in the half-light, a reflection of survival told him to walk toward the shadows where it was darker. Feeling the boots of the soldiers stepping their heels.
It opted for running while taking cover, grasping the land and seeking that nothing betrayed him, not even the creak of branches. Immediately after half an hour of running for the hills, the calm arrived. The stealth continued for two or three hours more. Walking on rocks, shrubs and avoiding the branches of mesquites.
Not saying one word that could betray them before the almost sure presence of soldiers in the area. Already without gas the only compass they carried was the foreboding that continued their control to move on and aware that some of the gunmen knew of the situation, were already seeking to find them. Mayo ordered to turn off the radios and to put the cell phones on vibrate, but without answering the calls.
They spoke in a low voice and codes, was the necessary thing for transmitting vital instructions for them. Mayo and Vicentilllo Directing that he desired going to the height of a community whose name he mentioned. Almost midnight, they saw the lights of a town. While seeking out a man that knew the sierra like the palm of his hands. They found him not to old to bear the walk but not to young either, someone that knew the exact route to escape.
His top gunmen had already ruled out that soldiers had captured their leader. Also Vicente Zambada Niebla, El Vicentillo, position an up to date with the circumstance in which his father was found.
Placed himself in the front of operation to locate him. Just as el Mayo came upon jumping streams, climbing up and down hills. What had failed with the contacts in the Army, Police and the widespread of guards by routes and key points close to the den. It was already seven in the morning of the following day when they spotted the population where they wanted to arrive. As for the guide they thanked him and offered to seek him out, to reward him for his service.
They would find out later, that the guide received a gift of fortunes. To this, Ismael Zambada refers it in the encounter that he maintained with the journalist Julio Scherer, in which gives account the magazine Process in its edition —Have you felt the Army close? I fled for the hills, the one where I know the branches, the streams, the stones, everything. They get me if I stay still or become careless, As for el Chapo, if we meet today, I come from far and as soon as we finish, I leave.
He is also my compadre. R- Zambada continued with his personal account: M- I got my wife, five women, 15 grandsons and one great-grand son. The land is always good, the sky, is not.
R- There was a silence which I choose to broke the only possible way I could: Vicente? I know he was in Matamoros however. R- I have to ask you I cry for him. R— Do we start recording? R- I got a lot of questions, I insisted, already drained. M- Some other day, you got my word on that. R- As I was observing him.
He stands up over 6ft tall and he posses a fortress-like body, far from a barely pronounced gut. He wears a green tee-shirt buttoned up to the neck and his denim blue jeans keep the straight line of the well ironed clothes.
He covers himself with a baseball cap and a mustache. R- I stare at the Capo, his lips tightly close. M- All of them lie, even Proceso lies. Your magazine is the first, informs more than the other magazines, but also lies. M- You even gave up details of that wedding. R- Sandra Avila talked about a party she went and in which also Chapo was present. If him or me were to exhibit ourselves that way, they would have had captured us already. R- Have you ever felt the army too close to you. M- Yes, four times, but Chapo has more.
R- How close? M- Up in the sky, over my head. In order for us to meet today, I came from far away. R- Are you afraid to be captured? M- I feel panic of being behind bars. R- If you get caught, would you end up with your life?
I want to think, yes, I would kill myself. He uses the term "arrests", and not the classic slang. Zambada carries the bush in his body, but possesses his own confinement. He tells me that for him, there are no birthday parties, the celebrations, and the cakes for the kids, the happiness of the quinceaneras, the music, the dancing] R- Is there any moment for tranquility in you?
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But his more discreet partner is flourishing, moving tonnes of drugs to the United States and laundering the profits at home. In the past few years, Mexican security forces have captured or killed almost all the leading kingpins who had dominated drug trafficking over the last two decades. Guzman, the most prominent of all, was recaptured on Friday, six months after his second escape from maximum security prison. That leaves Zambada, 68, as the most senior capo still standing. Zambada was listed as a defendant in a U. Unlike Escobar, who was shot dead in , Zambada has never been arrested and is still selling cocaine. For the past eight years, the U.