And we are seeing ICE presence here in Northeast Florida this week.

Right.

Agents were spotted running joint operations with FHP throughout our area.

FBI agents are targeting people in North Florida.

They’re trying to get their hands on your money.

Yeah.

So the FBI is warning, don’t fall for it.

As News for Jacks reporter Aaron Ferrar tells us, these scammers are using threats.

I announced the other day, you know, we had almost 20,000 state and local uh of apprehensions just in the last 9 10 months.

The drywall came down in one pull and behind it, floor to ceiling, wall to- wall.

Cash shrink wrapped, rubber banded, stacked with the precision of a vault God forgot to put on the books.

$418 million inside a charity office in Miami.

And on the floor, fluttering like a receipt from hell, was a single donor acknowledgement letter signed by a sitting state senator.

FBI special agent director Marcus Crane stared at it for 4 seconds.

Then he picked up his radio.

We’re going to need the attorney general.

This moment ended an 18-month investigation, saving thousands and thousands of lives.

these brave men and women.

You know, we often talk about the Coast Guard and and and General, we talk about all the time our great men and women.

251 M Bickl Avenue, Miami, Florida, 32 federal agents, eight ice strike teams, and a DIA tactical unit moved in absolute silence through the fog rising off Biscane Bay.

No sirens, no announcements, just boots, body armor, and a warrant signed less than 9 hours earlier by a federal magistrate who hadn’t slept in two days.

The target, Luminos Global Aid, a registered 501c3 nonprofit operating out of a gleaming 14story glass tower overlooking Miami’s financial district.

On paper, they fed children in six countries, built wells in Honduras, funded disaster relief across Latin America.

Their CEO, Javier Mononttoya, was called a philanthropist of rare moral clarity by three major newspapers.

Governors attended his gallas.

Senators posted photos at his fundraisers.

The press loved him.

But inside a sealed FBI intelligence brief, three words described him differently.

Sinaloa cartel treasurer.

And here’s what none of the agents fully knew yet.

The building had been architecturally modified.

Seven walls across four floors had been quietly hollowed out and reinforced by a construction firm that no longer existed.

The charity office was a vault, but the walls weren’t even close to the most terrifying thing waiting inside.

An encrypted file on Mononttoya’s personal server held a single folder named blueprint.

Agents had the server.

They couldn’t crack it yet.

What was inside would rewrite the entire investigation.

Five government officials were potentially compromised, but which five? The raid was originally scheduled for 3M sharp.

Someone moved it to 251 after an anonymous tip suggested the building would be swept clean by 3004.

Who sent that tip? And why did Mononttoya’s personal calendar show a private charter to Geneva booked for 6:00 a.m.

the same morning as the raid? What they found in the first 10 minutes? Keep watching.

30:02 a.m.

Ice and FBI breach teams hit the Luminos Tower from three entry points simultaneously.

The lobby doors went down first.

Flashbangs in the stairwells.

White light, concussive thunder.

Agents moved like smoke through the corridors.

Voices clipped and controlled over radio.

Floors 2 through six were administrative.

Clean.

Too clean.

Filing cabinets empty.

Shredders still warm.

Someone had been there very recently.

Floor 7 was different.

Behind a false reception wall, donor names etched into brushed aluminum.

A monument to generosity.

Agents found the first room.

37 duffel bags, each one vacuum sealed and organized by denomination.

A DIA agent on scene later described it as walking into the back room of a central bank.

That was just the beginning.

Floor 9, a pharmaceutical finishing station, not a lab.

A packaging room.

2.3 million fentanyl pills already pressed, already bottled, labeled inside counterfeit vitamin supplement packaging.

12 crates addressed to distribution centers across three states.

41 militaryrade assault rifles.

Six RPGs.

body armor stencled with fake county sheriff insignia.

Floor 11, the servers, three rack mounted systems, militarygrade encryption, bagged and shipped to Quanico immediately because what was on those drives, that’s when the investigation stopped being a drug bust and became something else entirely.

First building total, 2.4 four tons of narcotics, $31 million in accessible cash, and a financial trail pointing to a network that had apparently run undetected for close to a decade.

If you think that’s the big discovery, the next one is going to shake you.

Stay with me.

Wine 6 hours later, FBI’s Cyber Command, Quantico, Virginia.

Operation Iron Veil.

Three analysts in rotating ships attacking Mononttoya’s encrypted servers.

Lead analyst Dileia Marsh, 29 years old, 2 years out of MIT, almost missed the hidden partition entirely.

It was buried beneath 14 layers of dummy accounting folders, but the file sizes were fractionally wrong, just slightly off.

She noticed the blueprint folder opened to a network map that kept expanding.

47 shell companies registered across the Cayman Islands, Panama, and Delaware.

Each one funneling real charitable donations through a layered wash cycle terminating in Sinaloa cartel offshore accounts.

But the money didn’t just vanish.

It came back cleaned, re-entered as construction contracts, restaurant franchise agreements, and agricultural import permits across Florida, Georgia, and Texas.

legitimate businesses, legitimate tax records completely laundered.

The financial map grew on the screens like something alive.

And at the center, one name kept surfacing.

Not Mononttoya.

Someone above him.

Mononttoya had a boss, a man the encrypted files called only Padrino.

Analysts cross referenced the digital payment ledger.

Padrino’s monthly wire, $340,000, disguised as a consulting retainer, terminated at a shell company whose sole registered signatory was Judge Theodore Harkin, a sitting federal district court judge in Miami who had dismissed 11 narcotics cases over four years.

Every single dismissal now looked like a paid service delivery.

One loop closed, but the blueprint file referenced a second tier.

A silent partner, military security clearance, someone controlling physical port and border infrastructure.

Pause for a second.

Guess who it is.

The answer is 60 seconds away.

5:23 a.m.

Joint Task Force Command Center, Doral, Florida.

44 red markers pulsed across the state map.

Miami Dade, Broward, Palm Beach, Orlando, Tampa, Jacksonville.

Every node in the Luminos network illuminated.

Director Crane authorized full activation.

1,200 federal agents, 58 SWAT teams, 16 Blackhawk helicopters, datactical units and ice strike teams deploying simultaneously statewide US Army drones running thermal imaging over three Everglades distribution corridors.