The $1 Billion Plano Gambling Ring

We brothers had a good reputation. If they came to pick up any of us, all five of us had to own the business. In fact, for example, I have some problems - brawls, hooliganism, something like that. It has the ability to save on drugs. 4 of 5 I went into Kutska. When I met a high school friend from Garland, he said that Townie who works at Lovefield should basically be given a test. Is it allowed to freeze in COPE? It was 1982. I was working in construction and doing well. I asked my partner. She replied, "I think you should go to her the other day. There was a lie sensor test and they asked me if I had ever traded sex with an animal. I was led to it.

The same friend worked in Plano. Only once, like I got a job at the airport, he came to me right away and said, 'You're a worthless loser here.' Plano organizes an analysis. The pay is good and the opportunities are good. 380 people attended the analysis. They took the three of us. At that time, the police force was about 130 people. I worked on patrol for a year and a half, then I was called to the station for a drug bust.

So for the first time, I started working undercover, buying drugs. The pay didn't go up, but it was more exciting. This is a five-year term. Because you deal with drugs and medicines, this is basically all you're allowed to do. The officers get weathered because they don't want to.

This job sorted me out. I'm very shy, as is generally quite likely. I can't stand in front of a large group and chat. But if I have to sit in a bar and have a conversation, it seems that I have a talent. Every time, I knew how to talk to people. If I'm trying to get to know someone, if there's a task, I'll meet her. I promise this for you.

Preparing to hide and work is actually very easy. I've been working for 30 years as a police, and I've done most of this job. Take a newcomer to the bar and teach how to talk to people. He was instructed to teach his partner Grant Haper. I took him to Green Will Avenue. We were sitting in the bar and he began to talk to the girl. I told him, "I have to pay attention to everything around." The bartender was an old biker. I pointed at the bartens and said. Imagine a woman's underwear! ]. I started such a conversation to make sure that my partner would hear it. He didn't care because he concentrated on the girl. After returning to the car, I said. "I noticed that you and the bartens had a cold gaze." He answered: I don't know why. Then I said that I didn't care much because the bartens were underwear.

I have established a solid position in the drug gate. In 1986, he purchased a cocaine 1 pound for the first time in Plano. We were reputed. It was impossible to forcibly sell drugs. My partner and I acted while hitting his ass. I had to call the seller and met in Dallas and Coli n-gun. When we arranged for a house search, an article was always posted in the newspaper. They didn't want to come to Plano.

This job destroyed my marriage. When I was doing drugs, I had a lot of night work. I wasn't always at home, and she had a strong monopoly. I was buying drugs from a woman. At that time, there was no mobile phone. I was a woman when I called because I was able to use the pager. When I was able to do good business, I became obsessed with women. This was always my problem. To my wife, "I'm going to a supermarket. I will return soon. " "I came back four hours later. I dragged someone's garbage and went to see the house. As a result, former Kano found another house. We shared my bedding.

My wife understands. She is my best friend and understands what I need for work. When I was conducting an infiltration investigation, I brought it to the bar. I don't know how much pseudonym had to use. And I took her and our children to garbage. So I opened the largest career in my career. In fact, he just talked to people and steal garbage.

One day in 2001, we received an anonymous message from the information agency. The message was about Rally Corali and Brent Corali's founder and his son's book company. The message states that his son, Brent, put money in the safe. Perhaps this message is from someone who bets with them and is depth. However, everything can be a similar recommendation from a tired woman or a former woman. On that day, I decided to go to the police station, but I had to deal with gambling cases, and the incident actually flew down to my desk.

Television and movies are all wrong. The lead bullet is in the gun. The investigation involves many jobs and monitoring. Sometimes I feel crazy.

I wandered in front of Brent Korari's house in Plano, and started to find out garbage at night. This was all my selfish action. This was not an official problem. I only sleep for about 4 hours a day. As a result, I got up at 3:00 am and went to steal his trash. I checked some of the color of the garbage bags they use-dark colors, white colors like snow. At that time, I thought he was just a small flea shop. There is nothing special. Brent is the CEO and owner of Sting Soccer, the largest women's soccer organization in Japan. Slipping and very slippery. But I was confident.

One day he succeeded and I followed him. When I started an infiltration investigation and had the opportunity to observe someone for the first time, I opened a lot. I learned not to observe so carefully, but to use a look. I wear a cowboy hat and a baseball cap. If you chase someone, you will stop three times near me at a red light. In both of them, recent investigations that I will look different are becoming more formal. There is also a procedure. But when I started research, I found a research method after trial and error.

I followed Brent as Brent stopped near another car in the parking lot. I saw the envelope flutter from the window. I removed the tag from such a young man I met. Then he repeated the same thing in other parking lots and pushed the envelope between the windows. I began to investigate all the people I met, but it turned out that they were all catastrophic and rich. There are top listed companies that I've heard, and major sports broadcasting stations in Tokyo.

I returned to my partner's Grant and said, "This man may be a little bigger than I thought." Grant started investigating all the companies involved in Brent. He is good at computers. Although he has no gambling experience, he is an excellent police officer and also belongs to a special unit. This man knows how to find people. If I was trying to do something wrong and trying to hide, I would have been waiting for Grant to retire. He will surely find it

Rally Corali publishes training videos on card business.

Grant found three or four Brent companies, all led to the mailbox near Adison Airport. And almost all of them had the name of the father's rally. Then I went to find Rally Corali. It turned out that it was a little difficult to find. I lived in an apartment close to Dallas's belt line. He was very proud of his past as a criminal. In 2002, he published a book from a small publisher in Las Vegas. "Wisdom of Vulture", he had his own website and sold a video tape that introduced what he could do with a card. He was a mechanic and dishonest dealer. After watching this video tape, I realized that he was really good. Normally, I can distinguish the scammers, but in my case I couldn't follow that movement. When he talked to him, he earned poker in Dallas's backroom and earned money.

I started going to a sports bar near Brent's house in Plano. Usually, there are gamblers and flea shops in the sports bar. It doesn't matter where he is. Other names and flea shops came out, but no one said Korari.

One night I was in the bar. I was in charge of another project in another department and was behind the man. A soccer game was being held. I sat in the bar and talked to the men, and told me that there were many couples in the match. Suppose that a column of a team started from minus 3 and suddenly rose to minus 7. If the line moves so much, it is par. So he said, "This game is hot and humid."

One of the guys I was talking to looked at another man. "I'm no good anymore."

Something like this. My name was a blent. I thought it was a collar, but on September 11, everything was on hold. We all spent about nine months to find Usama Bin Ladin in Plano.

TV and movies make mistakes. The bullet of the host remains in the gun. There are many chairs and surveys in criminal work. Sometimes this leads to madness. If you keep watching the binoculars for a long time, you may be strangled. You can work within 3 hours. And we have to support. We had the opportunity to work 12 hours. I learned to have lunch. If you want to go to the bathroom, put a pot just in case.

I have shot a gun only once for 30 years. I killed the killer. He was nominated as one in Kansas and two murder in Missouri. I picked up shopping at the 15th Avenue and 75th Avenue, near Boston, invited by William Brows. The window was not closed because it was August, and his feet were hanging from the window. We called a sniper, but before he managed to update, and the patrol on the other side of the street actually moved those eyebrows and went through the transceiver. I immediately called my faithful person. She said something, but I cut her. "I have to take this man."

Partner Greg Urmer and I are already equipped with body armor. We slowed down behind the eyebrows that moved in the shade of the tree. He got off the car and approached him and ordered, "Show your hands!" He jumped into the floor. Greg approached, breaking through the windshield and ignited his interest. As a result of adrenaline on the slope, the windshield was broken. In fact, we knew he was going to frown his eyebrows.

He shot first. Then Greg and I shot three times. 7 shots per second. At this time, I happened to shoot my gun. I took myself quite badly. Not only for the fact that they killed people, but basically they thought they had weakened their buddies. When Greg retired, they basically thought they were approaching him. And he turned around the other side of the truck. I defeated the blouse to the ground, and he fell like a potato bag. I covered him and didn't know where Greg was. I thought he was dead. To this day, I have been caused by this nightmare.

After spending a blank time, I called my wife. She started talking in the same room where we slowed down. I said, "Baby, I was just shooting. I can't handle data right now. She asked," What is another woman's son? " I answered, "He didn't survive."

After all of the events on September 11 disappeared, I started chasing Brent Color again. I saw how he was making programs in Edison, Dallas, Richardson and Plano. Finally, I went to the sergeant and said, "I'm going to buy a flea shop to see what will happen here. I don't know who will be, but I will always find it." He said, "Come."

I went to a bar in the Austin Avenue Parker and Alma corner. I hanged on the bar. Any bar can find a gambler if you know how to match the conversation. And he always has a bookmaker. My plan was to enter a large group, Choral, through a small bookmaker.

So I met a man named a building. I immediately realized that he liked gambling. I always poured alcohol and had dinner. I also talked about sports. I saw him in the store only once, and I picked up and talked. I said when he sat behind the bar. If you throw it next time, you won't bet anymore. This is the last "

When he hanged up, he asked:

"It doesn't matter to you.

A few months later he finally said: I trust you. It's a long relationship.

He called someone and said that there was a new person. He took the 800 for me and said: And this is the password. "

I called this number that night that night and said: I am a new person.

Payment was $ 500, that is, my account had to increase or decrease so much that money was transferred to other hands. A few weeks later, my account had $ 400. I tried to lose because I wanted to meet a bookmaker that the building is trading. Everyone knew him as a bull. But I couldn't lose. I gave a ridiculous bet. The bull was even saying on the phone, "Is it really good?" I answered, "I have a feeling." Of course he thought so too. Of course he thought so too.

After all, I reduced about $ 900. I received a call from the bull and said, I want to see you. < SPAN> After all of the events on September 11 disappeared, I started chasing Brent Color again. I saw how he was making programs in Edison, Dallas, Richardson and Plano. Finally, I went to the sergeant and said, "I'm going to buy a flea shop to see what will happen here. I don't know who will be, but I will always find it." He said, "Come."

I went to a bar in the Austin Avenue Parker and Alma corner. I hanged on the bar. Any bar can find a gambler if you know how to match the conversation. And he always has a bookmaker. My plan was to enter a large group, Choral, through a small bookmaker.

So I met a man named a building. I immediately realized that he liked gambling. I always poured alcohol and had dinner. I also talked about sports. I saw him in the store only once, and I picked up and talked. I said when he sat behind the bar. If you throw it next time, you won't bet anymore. This is the last "

When he hanged up, he asked:

"It doesn't matter to you.

A few months later he finally said: I trust you. It's a long relationship.

He called someone and said that there was a new person. He took the 800 for me and said: And this is the password. "

I called this number that night that night and said: I am a new person.

Payment was $ 500, that is, my account had to increase or decrease so much that money was transferred to other hands. A few weeks later, my account had $ 400. I tried to lose because I wanted to meet a bookmaker that the building is trading. Everyone knew him as a bull. But I couldn't lose. I gave a ridiculous bet. The bull was even saying on the phone, "Is it really good?" I answered, "I have a feeling." Of course he thought so too. Of course he thought so too.

After all, I reduced about $ 900. I received a phone call from Bull and said, I want to see you. After all of the events on September 11 disappeared, I started chasing Brent Color again. I saw how he was making programs in Edison, Dallas, Richardson and Plano. Finally, I went to the sergeant and said, "I'm going to buy a flea shop to see what will happen here. I don't know who will be, but I will always find it." He said, "Come."

I went to a bar in the Austin Avenue Parker and Alma corner. I hanged on the bar. Any bar can find a gambler if you know how to match the conversation. And he always has a bookmaker. My plan was to enter a large group, Choral, through a small bookmaker.

So I met a man named a building. I immediately realized that he liked gambling. I always poured alcohol and had dinner. I also talked about sports. I saw him in the store only once, and I picked up and talked. I said when he sat behind the bar. If you throw it next time, you won't bet anymore. This is the last "

When he hanged up, he asked:

"It doesn't matter to you.

A few months later he finally said: I trust you. It's a long relationship.

He called someone and said that there was a new person. He took the 800 for me and said: And this is the password. "

I called this number that night that night and said: I am a new person.

Payment was $ 500, that is, my account had to increase or decrease so much that money was transferred to other hands. A few weeks later, my account had $ 400. I tried to lose because I wanted to meet a bookmaker that the building is trading. Everyone knew him as a bull. But I couldn't lose. I gave a ridiculous bet. The bull was even saying on the phone, "Is it really good?" I answered, "I have a feeling." Of course he thought so too. Of course he thought so too.

After all, I reduced about $ 900. I received a phone call from Bull and said: I want to see you. "

He was a big guy with long curly black hair and a beard. I paid him and bought him a few drinks. He drank vodka like crazy. What I liked was that he liked to make friends at gentlemen's clubs. He knew all the strippers in Dallas. I'd been talking to the bull for about a year and a half. I was busy with other things, but most of my work was entertainment at those bars, betting on bulls, and following sports. Because I couldn't keep losing. I'd plan this with the police's money. The city didn't mind me losing, but there was a limit to everything. I had to try to stay in the positive. The city is like a woman. "You can have fun, but if you lose too much, we'll be mad." They can always send you for questioning and make you take a polygraph test. I probably made a thousand dollars a week. I'd get up in the middle of the night and steal Brent Korol's trash. I'm patient. I found that all the people I met at the bar were not big enough to bet with Brent. Brent only accepted bets from high rollers. It was time for me to do something. That's when I attracted the taxman. I had an idea that Brent was connected to someone. He was supposed to have a bank. But it was just a gamble. They appointed an agent, but gambling was not his specialty. The taxman was not keen.

In fact, the taxman was the last department I tried to attract business from. I turned to the Texas Attorney General of the FBI and asked my partner to take this case. My partner Grant had already done enough work to show that Korol was laundering money. But all these agencies wanted to get 80 percent of the facts that we seized. We got 20 percent at most, but we did all the work. Then I called the taxman. They confirmed this with the U. S. Attorney's Office. They agreed to a 50/50 deal.

Then Bull started to have problems. He did drugs and drank a lot. He called me and said, 'Dude, you sunk nine,' and I was like, 'You don't know how we met?' And he said he needed to check his notes. He was confused.

Bull threatened to ruin his girlfriend for money, and she called the police. She told the police everything. The police officer called me, thinking what I could do for his nobility. And I went there at night. His car was a Lexus SUV. As soon as I saw his car, I told the officer to shoot him in the ass. They took him away with a gun and 4 liters of GHB. He was in trouble. There was a stake in the briefcase.

Bull still didn't know I was involved in this, so I asked the taxman to arrange an interview at the station. Bull started chanting names. I got all the names off Brent Coralli's phone. He explained that they were operating through a company called Global Internet Corporation, which is headquartered in Curacao. This was a real highlight for me. I realized how big the company actually is.

But the Inland Revenue, for example, didn't understand anything. In the end, they got the job done. I was depressed for about two months, and then I said, "Damn it." I started dealing with this problem myself. Plano literally did the same thing to me. In the 10 years I was involved, my local police department stopped the case four times. They didn't think it was working. But I kept working on it even as I got further away from it. In fact, I left it alone, but I actually worked on it more than anything else. At one point, I made the decision to hire myself from another police department and to join them in arresting the case. I had spoken to a few other agencies. I believed him. I actually thought this was not a bad case.

In Coralli's phone records, there was a young man who called Greg Markow every day. It turned out he owned two bars on Greenville Avenue, the Hurricane Grill and the Greenville Bar and Grill. Greg was also a well-known card player, playing underground games and major poker tours. His hobby, at least on TV, was hockey jerseys and sunglasses. So my partner Grant and I went down to the Hurricane Grill to meet this guy: Greg Markow, one of the bookies who beat Cobain. When we first arrived, probably around 2pm, Greg was sitting at the counter writing out pay slips. There was no chance to open up. I picked a stool near him. I looked at him and said, "Hey, can you write me one if you want?"

Some games were being broadcast on TV. I started talking about her, and I went to Las Vegas to bet on betting and blackjacking. It was 2005. Eventually, Greg asked if he had an acquaintance in Dallas. "I was there, but he was crazy. He drowned in drugs and came to call for debt I had already repaid." Of course, that was true.

Greg asked, "Who did you play with?"

I answered, "I know it as a bull."

He said. Yes, he's crazy. He wrote a few more checks, talked over the phone, and said:

It would be a joke, "I said.

"It's a joke," he said. "Are you a police officer?

No, you?

I told my name as Karl Cannon and handed a card with the flash, number and password on the bed. This was all the beginning. Greg later said he knew from the beginning that I was a police officer, but if it was true, he was the outstanding guy in the world. But that was the first time I went to Hurricane Grill. Greg handed me a business card, wrote Leo's father's name, and said he was my opponent. My limit was $ 5, 000 a week and the payment was $ 500.

It was interesting. When we drove the car and entered the parking lot, our partner Grant said.

And I can't believe he signed me.

He didn't notice. Before entering the store, we agreed that Grant would take the bartens. She was very cute. He sat next to me, but did not know he hooked him.