August 1994, San Juan Puerto Rico, 8 a.m. in the morning. Martin Suarez has had a busy half a decade.

After six years in the drug game, operating at the highest echelons in the U.S., he's made the kind of

enemies that could cause someone to grow paranoid, always looking over their shoulder. You know,

the big players, Colombian cartels,

Caribbean narco traffickers, and top-level Monday launders with brutal enforcers ready to do their bidding.

He got his start in the late 80s in Miami, and he's helped them move a billion dollars worth of drugs as a smuggler.

We are talking the tail end of the Wild West days, Griselda, the Cowboys, Los Mucachos,

speedboats and nightclubs and Ferraris, planes dropping hundreds of kilos in the ocean.

Suarez was damn good, too, putting in the work for the boys in Medellin, at one point even

bringing in a massive $500 million load.

Let's just say he's a guy who knows how to get things done.

Soon enough though, he burns out on smuggling, burns out on Miami, and moves with his

family to Puerto Rico, where he grew up. He also moves

into money laundering after getting tutored by a real slick operator who knows how to work the system,

cashier's checks, putting it through legitimate businesses, import, export, everything above board.

They call it the black market peso exchange. And through it, Suarez helps a top-level

narco everyone calls the snail, clean tens of millions of dollars, bouncing around the Caribbean,

meeting with bankers and business leaders. The thing is, though, he does it all as an undercover

agent for the FBI. In fact, he's the first

undercover agent to ever infiltrate the drug world like this, the Donnie Brasco of the Colombian

cartels. No one had even attempted it before. No one in the FBI or the DEA had any real

grasp of the inner workings of the cartels or how things

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