LA FORMULA DEL NARCOTRAFICO
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Last published Tue, Feb 6, 2018
Esta es una historia donde el protagonista llamado tom es un niño genio pero lamentablemente es de escasos recursos , y tiene que trabajar de mesero para mantener a su familia, el tenia una vida normal hasta que conoció a Antonio uno de los jefes de un Cartel importante el cual tenia mente destruir a los carteles colombianos a través de una formula capaz de destruir el negocio de la cocaína , y solo Tom puede descifrar esa formula, pero sin embargo otros jefes de carteles ponen su mirada en esa formula y harían todo lo posible para poner sus manos en ella , mandando a sus sicarios a buscar a Tom y obtener la formula que cambiara para siempre el negocio del narcotraficante
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