When he agreed, they'd drive in with some poor bastard in a bag, sometimes still moving who had crossed them, load them into the Kola Kube machine and turn it on. They'd pay him somewhere in the region of £10,000 to turn off the cameras/loop a film for an hour, and a further £10,000 to turn a blind eye. Well, my neighbours brother who worked the factory would, on occasion, get a phone call from the gang late at night. The whole process took about forty minutes per carcass, thirty minutes dedicated to breaking down the carcass (the heating/crushing part). They're then loaded into a machine which heats them incredibly and then crushes it down to compress it, stretches it out and then flavours it before re-cooking and forming into cubes.
When all the meat has been stripped from the carcass of a cow, the remains are power sprayed clean and the bones are separated. So a bit of background on Kola Kubes they're a gelatine based hard candy flavoured with cola and sugar. The members of the gang were making so much money in laundered cash that they needed to hold alternative jobs in order to pay the rent/bills and avoid suspicion. A few years after my neighbour got out of the business, he got a job working as a night security guard for a sweets factory on the outskirts where the popular British sweet 'Kola Kubes' were made.
They let him go on the condition he never contact them again (excluding his brother), he forgets everything, otherwise he'd end up dead, so he took the offer and they paid for his wedding to 'sweeten the deal', then never spoke to him again, despite the fact some members were old friends.īut his brother was still a runner and odd-jobs man. His brother had vouched him in as young adults and he spent a few years involved until he met his wife, at which point he respectfully asked for an out.
Kola kubes driver#
He wasn't "in" the gang as such, acting as a driver and a money runner. I'm not talking about the standard 'on the street' gangs, but a gang who used to smuggle drugs, people and weapons into the country, set up supply lines for drugs and pay there way through the legal system. When I was 15, I lived next door to this guy who was happily married, had kids and worked a respectable job, but in his younger days used to roll around for one of the larger gangs in England. Seriously, just looking at that picture makes me feel sick.
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