At the wheel, a driver and his accomplice, two aces of the steering wheel who thought they were driving under the radar. But the DGST, sharp-witted, had sniffed out the scam. The result? A road check that hit the mark and turned their fine machine into a rat trap.
The loot? Enough to make a drug baron pale: 1,150 ecstasy tablets (enough to make all of Marrakech dance until dawn), 192 grams of cocaine (a little off-season snow), 26 kg and 618 grams of chira (a stock to make Maghreb smokers shudder), and 992 grams of kif powder (the cherry on this poisoned cake).
Grounded, the two rascals exchanged their car seats for a police custody cell. Now, the investigators will play dentist to pull the worms out of their noses and dismantle this network that was running on illegal fuel.
Moral: Even taxis can pick up… bad habits!
The loot? Enough to make a drug baron pale: 1,150 ecstasy tablets (enough to make all of Marrakech dance until dawn), 192 grams of cocaine (a little off-season snow), 26 kg and 618 grams of chira (a stock to make Maghreb smokers shudder), and 992 grams of kif powder (the cherry on this poisoned cake).
Grounded, the two rascals exchanged their car seats for a police custody cell. Now, the investigators will play dentist to pull the worms out of their noses and dismantle this network that was running on illegal fuel.
Moral: Even taxis can pick up… bad habits!
