tt_Will the informant who betrayed cartel kingpin El Mencho actually cash in on the staggering $15 MILLION bounty — proving that in the darkest corners of crime, betrayal can sometimes come with a deadly, lucrative payoff?

The U.S. government’s reward program sounds like money falling from the heavens. Give a good tip, get a few million dollars.

A $15 million bounty in the case of the kingpin they call El Mencho — one of dozens of criminal fugitives who have had multi-million-dollar price tags on their heads.

The question is: will the Mencho reward be paid? Or will it end up the same as a majority of government rewards — forever unpaid?

The most recent big-money U.S. government reward case comes on a dusty, rural road two hours south of Guadalajara, Mexico.

El Mencho': From California drug dealer to cartel kingpin - Los Angeles  Times

Heavily armed and armored, Mexican security teams were put on the right road to Nemesio Ruben “El Mencho” Oseguera Cervantes’ hideaway after information that law enforcement sources say was provided to the American CIA by a friend of Mencho’s mistress.

When they arrived at a well-adorned home in a luxury golf resort, El Mencho and his dozen bodyguards started a firefight, according to authorities, and tried to escape through the woods. Mencho, who was Chicago’s public enemy number one, was wounded and captured. He died while being flown to a hospital.

“Often in cases involving large rewards, the rewards are not paid out because the reward is paid if there’s apprehension and conviction of the person,” said former FBI agent Ken Gray, now a criminal justice lecturer at University of New Haven.

Now that El Mencho is dead, he can’t be convicted.

So even though someone did apparently provide information that pointed authorities to the fugitive drug lord, Gray says the reward wouldn’t have to be paid because the criminal died.

The U.S. State Department coordinates rewards currently posted for more than 100 drug cartel fugitives and transnational organized crime figures. Right now, the total of bounties on their heads is almost $480 million.

According to the most recent government data, $125 million has been paid out since the reward program started in 1984. Most fugitive rewards are not paid.

“For these large rewards, for instance, Osama bin Laden, $25 million reward, not paid out. A lot of these others for large rewards for the location, apprehension, and conviction often are not paid out,” Gray said. “The real advantage from offering a reward like this is that it brings it to the public’s attention.”

Gray worked on the famous Chicago Unabomber case: a 20-year odyssey of explosions that killed three and wounded two dozen until the bomber’s brother David provided information for his capture.

“So, the brother came forward with the information, not because of the reward, but in exchange for a promise not to have his brother, Ted Kaczynski subjected to the death penalty,” former federal agent Gray said. “There was a reward money that was offered to him. I believe that he gave it to charity, he did not accept it himself.”

David Kaczynski received what was one of the highest rewards at the time — one million dollars — and divvied it up among families victimized by his brother.

Many of the rewards today are $5 million or more. The most that can be offered for a single fugitive under the State Department program is $25 million.

Sometimes there are also private rewards, through Crimestoppers, corporations or families — as we’ve seen in the case of Savannah Guthrie’s mother Nancy Guthrie, who was abducted from her Arizona home on Feb 1. The Guthrie family is now offering one million dollars for her return.

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🚨 They sIapped cuffs on a female SEAL sniper in open court — called her a coward, blamed her for three dead Marines… and thought it was over. Then a four-star admiral walked in, took one look at the chains on her wrists, and the entire courtroom stopped breathing. At Naval Station Norfolk, the air inside the courtroom felt colder than the wind off the harbor. Fluorescent lights hummed over polished wood as Lieutenant Kara Wynn, 28, sat in dress whites at the defense table — posture flawless, face unreadable, hands pressed flat like even a tremor would betray her. Across the aisle, the prosecutor didn’t hold back. He said she abandoned her overwatch near Kandahar. He said she froze. He said three Marines died because she failed to pull the trigger. The gallery murmured. Families stared. Journalists scribbled. The headline had already been written: Female SEAL cracks under fire. They called her a fraud. Said her record was padded. Said the Navy needed to “send a message.” Kara didn’t flinch. Until the bailiff stepped forward with metal cuffs. Her attorney objected — no flight risk, base-restricted, decorated operator. The judge didn’t hesitate. “Standard procedure.” The click of steel around her wrists echoed louder than the accusations. Cameras zoomed in. Someone in the back whispered, “So much for elite.” And then— The courtroom doors opened. Not casually. Not quietly. Deliberately. Every officer in the room straightened at once. An older man in full dress uniform entered, chest heavy with ribbons that silenced the room faster than a gavel ever could. Conversations died mid-breath. Even the judge shifted. Because this wasn’t an observer. It was a four-star admiral. And he wasn’t looking at the prosecutor. He wasn’t looking at the press. He was staring directly at the cuffs on Kara Wynn’s wrists like they were a personal insult. He stopped beside her table. The air felt electric. And in a calm, controlled voice that carried to the back row, he said: “Remove those cuffs. Right now.” Why would a four-star risk his career to interrupt an active court-martial — and what evidence did he bring that could flip the entire case upside down? 👇 Part 2 in the comments.

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