SC men indicted in $30M money laundering scheme tied to Mexican drug traffickers
Acting U.S. Attorney for the District of South Carolina Brook Andrews, left, along with Mike Tooley, an assistant special agent with the U.S. Drug Enforcement Agency, right, announced the indictment of three men on Thursday, April 24, 2025, in Columbia, related to a $30 million money laundering operation with ties to Mexican drug cartels. (Photo by Jessica Holdman/SC Daily Gazette)
COLUMBIA — Three men are facing criminal charges related to one of the largest international, drug-related money laundering operations South Carolina has ever seen, according to federal prosecutors.
A federal grand jury indicted Nasir Ullah, 28, and Naim Ullah, 32, both of Sumter, as well as Puquan Huang, 49, of Burford, Georgia, acting U.S. Attorney Brook Andrews announced Thursday. Each faces a charge of conspiracy to launder money, which carries a maximum sentence of 20 years in prison.
Lawyers for the men did not respond to messages from the SC Daily Gazette.
The men stand accused of laundering more than $30 million in illegal drug proceeds, taking cash from known drug sales associated with two major Mexican cartels and using it to purchase and ship electronics to Hong Kong, China and the United Arab Emirates to be sold for a profit.
'Money laundering is the backbone of criminal enterprise,' Andrews said. 'It enables drug trafficking organizations to purchase and distribute fentanyl and other drugs to devastating effect. When we target those who launder drug money, we strike at the very heart of these operations.'
Law enforcement alleges the men collected money from various locations in York, Richland, Sumter and Charleston counties, as well as from other states across the Southeast. They stored the cash at a pair of business properties in Sumter.
Police and federal agents raided those businesses in late January, as well as two homes, arresting Nasir Ullah, Naim Ullah and one other man in Sumter, multiple television news stations reported.
They seized an estimated $230,000 in cash, three vehicles, 11 guns and hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of jewelry in the raids.
Court documents also reference hundreds of millions of dollars seized during multiple traffic stops in North Carolina, Pennsylvania and South Carolina between July 2021 and November 2024.
Police traced the money to the sale of fentanyl, cocaine, marijuana and heroin.
Two milligrams of fentanyl, which is roughly the size of the tip of a sharpened pencil, is a lethal dose, said Mike Tooley, an assistant special agent with the U.S. Drug Enforcement Agency.
By comparison, just one of the seizures involving $177,000 of cash would be enough to purchase seven kilograms of powdered fentanyl. That amount of fentanyl could kill 3.5 million people, or more than half the population of South Carolina.
'We are using every authority and resource available to keep these dangerous networks, these criminals and the poison they distribute off of our streets, out of our community and out of our country,' Tooley said.
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A gang bullet cut him down. How the worst day of his life began a journey of faith, forgiveness
At St. Francis Medical Center, a Lynwood trauma hospital serving poor, mostly Latino parts of southeast Los Angeles, Father Cesar Galan begins his shift as chaplain in the intensive care unit. Moving from bedside to bedside, he listens to patients' fears, prays with them and, if they are Catholic, as most are, offers to hear their confessions. Many eagerly unburden themselves, but some say they are beyond forgiveness. My sins are too bad, they tell him. God could not want anything to do with a person like me. In these moments, Galan might be tempted to pour out his own life story. He might say he knows they are wrong — not from doctrine or Scripture alone, but from the .38-caliber bullets he carries inside his body, the tattoos hidden under his clerical garb, the gravestone in Orange County and the face he envisions when he raises the communion chalice at Mass. He might tell them that it was in this very hospital, in this same ICU, that he experienced the lowest moment of his life and found the grace to change. Galan says none of this, though. He dislikes talking about himself and says he would never want to steal the spotlight, especially in what might be the last meaningful conversation of another person's life. Instead, he delivers a message he once needed to hear: 'The only sin that can't be forgiven is a sin that you're not sorry for.' Galan's own sins began in a rough corner of Artesia known as Chivas. The neighborhood took its name — Spanish for female goats — from the livestock residents once raised in their yards for slaughter. By the 1980s, when Galan was finishing grade school, the word had become synonymous with a gang that operated on its streets. As L.A. criminal organizations went, Chivas was small — about 150 members, many of them related, with territory that amounted to a few blocks of tract homes against the walls of the 91 Freeway. The gang had an outsize reputation from drug trafficking, connections to the leadership of the Mexican Mafia prison gang and bloody attacks on larger rivals from Norwalk and Hawaiian Gardens. 'Every street had a dead end,' said Galan's sister Gabriela. It might have made some people claustrophobic, but the children of the neighborhood realized at a young age that it also provided protection. When other gangs came into the neighborhood to commit drive-by shootings, she said, 'it was hard for them to get out.' Galan grew up in the heart of Chivas, one of eight children in a two-bedroom house on 169th Street. Unlike many other neighborhood families, his parents had no connection to the gang. His father, a Mexican immigrant, was a janitor. His mother, the daughter of Texas farmworkers, worked at a factory. In junior high, kids the Galan children had known their whole lives started associating with the gang. The older siblings in the family steered clear. Galan, the youngest boy, was an observant, savvy teenager, and he remembers taking stock of his choices. His father, who worked two jobs and prayed daily on his knees, 'looked tired all the time. He didn't have any money in his pockets,' he said. The Chivas drug dealers had 'nice cars, women, [were] nicely dressed, and all they do is hang out all day.' He chose the gang. He brawled his way through four junior highs and two high schools, beating up rival gang members and any other comers in the name of Chivas. In a ninth-grade ceramics class, he met Catalina Garcia Hirsh, an honor roll student who lived with her mother in Cerritos and had no gang ties. 'He was all confidence and charisma,' she recalled. Though short and scrawny, Galan had what Hirsh remembered as 'a big walk' that reminded her of John Travolta in 'Saturday Night Fever,' she said. She joined Chivas, and they began dating. L.A. was at that time gripped by gang violence. The Sheriff's Department reported the deaths of 31 innocent bystanders in 1989 alone. Clashes with law enforcement were a routine part of life in Chivas. Decades later, Galan can still mimic the officers' shouted commands: 'Back up, back up, kneel, kneel, lay down, spread your arms, spread your legs.' He was arrested repeatedly, often in a 1978 Oldsmobile he had bought with wages from an after-school warehouse job. Neither he nor any of the friends hanging out in the vehicle were old enough for a license. Some who rode in the car had weapons and drugs, but he said he never carried a gun or used or sold drugs. In those years, Chivas struck him as less a life of crime than 'an adventure.' That changed in 1990 when his best friend, Jesus Diaz, a 17-year-old Chivas member, was shot dead by gang members from Norwalk. Grief drew Galan closer to the gang, he said, but it also made him question the life he was living. One night, a Chivas elder recently released from prison took him aside and, knowing about his warehouse job, asked to borrow $30. Galan, then 16, was stunned. Gang leaders had seemed so rich and powerful when he was a boy. But now, on the cusp of adulthood, he saw them as weak and helpless. 'This could be me, asking somebody for money,' he recalled thinking. 'It was like an epiphany.' If I live to 18, he told himself, 'I'm getting out of here.' On a Tuesday morning this spring, Galan, 52, ran his finger down a list of patients recently admitted to St. Francis. Its 354 beds can seem like an X-ray of underprivileged L.A. The busy emergency room on Imperial Boulevard treats shootings, stabbings and suicide attempts. The hospital's upper floors are filled with people suffering from diabetes, cardiac disease, sepsis and strokes. The maternity ward, where Galan is summoned only on rare and very sad occasions, delivered 2,789 babies last year. Now owned by a for-profit hospital chain, St. Francis retains aspects of its Catholic history. Galan and other priests celebrate daily Mass in the first-floor chapel, and every patient is visited by a chaplain within 24 hours of admission. Traveling from room to room, Galan announced himself with a knock and sometimes: 'It's Father Cesar.' In one room, an elderly woman reached out to him and began to cry. On another floor, a 31-year-old woman with terminal cancer told him how badly she wanted to live. Down the hall, a man with tattoos covering his chest and arms lowered his eyes as Galan anointed his hands with holy oil. Being a hospital chaplain means frequent confrontations with what Galan and his supervisor, Brother Richard Hirbe, called 'bad theology.' What did I do to deserve this cancer? I'm a bad mother because my son was shot. If I walk all the way to the basilica on my knees, will my daughter recover? One day in March, an alcoholic patient told Galan that God had given him cirrhosis of the liver as a punishment for his sins. Galan strives to meet people on their own spiritual terms, but when it comes to bad theology, he sometimes pushes back. 'God is not punishing you,' he told the man. 'You are bearing the consequences of your own choices.' On his 18th birthday, Galan quit school and got a job delivering furniture. He and Hirsh moved to Anaheim and had a son, Jonathan, in 1994. They married in a 1996 civil ceremony and had a second son, Abel, in 1997. Tattoos on their hands still advertised their gang ties — a gothic CHIVAS on hers, three dots for 'mi vida loca,' my crazy life, on his — but they were living a different kind of life. He made $500 a week and they lived in a safe area close enough to Disneyland for their boys to watch the fireworks every night. 'We are really doing it,' Hirsh remembered thinking of their life. Then they made a decision Hirsh came to see as 'the downfall.' They moved back to Artesia to be closer to her family. The streets and friends Galan had left behind as a teenager were now two minutes away, making it easier for him, Galan said, 'to drive through, to be a little bit more involved … to not change too much.' Galan started spending more and more time in Chivas, according to Hirsh, drinking after his trucking shifts and seeing less of the kids. Her own father had gone to prison and died young. She wanted something better for their boys. She filed for divorce in 1998, writing in an affidavit, 'When he's drinking, he scares me. I don't know what he's capable of at those times.' They reconciled, but in January 2001 she alleged in a restraining order application that he had punched, kicked and pushed her and passed out while caring for the boys. A judge ordered Galan to avoid alcohol while with the children and to vacate the family home. He was 'still struggling with that' when he drove to 169th Street on April 3, 2001, with his brother Hector. The gang was in a garage converted to a man cave. One man was celebrating his release from the supermax prison at Tehachapi. There was beer, darts, guys playing guitars and a tattoo artist. Around 8:30 p.m., Galan heard gunshots and walked toward the street to investigate. In the driveway, he saw the man who'd been released from prison running directly at him. 'He pulled the gun from his waistband, and I thought to myself, 'Move or you are going to die.' And so I went for the gun,' he said. It was too late. A bullet spun him down to the ground on his stomach. As he lay there, he heard a second pop. Someone called 911, but in what is perhaps a testament to the crime rate in L.A. in those years, it took an hour before the ambulance got him to the hospital. That was enough time for Galan to borrow a phone and leave a voicemail Hirsh can still recite by heart: 'If I die, I am sorry for the life I gave you.' And it was enough time for him to register that Hector, who had watched over him since they were children on this very street, was nowhere to be seen. At St. Francis, the go-to hospital for gang casualties, doctors stabilized Galan and moved him to the ICU. Whenever he roused from the fog of morphine, he asked for his brother. They were just 21 months apart, and Hector had always shadowed his younger brother 'like a body guard,' their sister Gabriela recalled. As teens, they both joined Chivas and got the gang's name tattooed across their abdomens. As adults, they worked for the same trucking company. Each delivery vehicle had two positions — a driver and a helper who was paid slightly less. Galan started as Hector's helper and chose to remain in the role so they could spend the day together. None of the relatives sitting vigil could bear to tell Galan the truth: The man just out of Techahapi had shot Hector twice in the head, rendering him brain dead. He was two doors down from Galan in the ICU, kept alive by machines. Galan was already dealing with a lot. A bullet had severed his spinal cord at the fourth vertebra, news delivered by a doctor who, Galan recalled, didn't even take the time to sit down. ''You are paralyzed from your chest down. You are going to be like that for the rest of your life,'' he recalled the physician telling him. 'And then he walked out.' Hirbe, the hospital chaplain, was no stranger to gang tragedies after 14 years as a St. Francis chaplain, but something about the scene playing out in the ICU gripped him profoundly. He had been on duty when the Galan brothers arrived and remembers the offhand remark of a sheriff's patrol deputy in the ER: 'Slow down, brother. It's an NHI.' The initials stand for 'No humans involved' — an epithet sometimes used by law enforcement to describe gang-on-gang violence. In the ICU, Hirbe told the family it was never going to be the right time to tell Galan his brother was dead. Eventually the chaplain agreed to do it. A devastated Galan asked, 'Can you take me to say goodbye?' The chaplain arranged for nurses to push Galan's gurney into Hector's room. With the beds side-by-side, Galan reached out and clutched Hector's hand. The family watched in tears as he told the brother who never left his side that they would be together in the next life. 'When I close my eyes,' Galan whispered. 'I know you'll be there waiting for me.' While Galan lay bleeding in the Chivas driveway, a sheriff's deputy had asked, 'Who did this to you?' Though well aware of the shooter's identity, Galan refused to answer. A police canvass of 169th Street, where dozens had witnessed the shootings and their aftermath, also went nowhere. 'Most everyone claimed to have heard the shots, but not to have seen the incident or any possible suspects,' according to a Superior Court filing. When homicide detectives tracked Hirsh to her mother's house, she told them, 'Don't ever come here again.' It was par for the course, said the lead case investigator. Jim Gates. Now retired from the Sheriff's Department, he had led more than 100 homicide investigations in his career and said he quickly learned, 'Most gang cases, no one's going to talk.' He eventually identified the shooter as one of the gang's own, Daniel Borja, 22, who had grown up next door to Galan. Borja was illiterate and a habitual user of drugs including methamphetamine, PCP, crack and heroin. Arrested for shooting the Galan brothers, he blurted out to a deputy, 'I guess it's 'cause I 187'd someone' — a reference to the penal code statute for murder, according to testimony at his preliminary hearing. On the day Borja's murder trial was to begin, the prosecutor announced that Galan would not get on the witness stand. 'We have a problem of a victim who clearly knows what happened refusing to testify,' the judge summarized. Borja, who had been facing life in prison, was allowed to plead to the lesser charge of manslaughter and was sentenced to 21 years. Asked recently about his refusal to cooperate with law enforcement, Galan shrugged and said, 'That is just how I grew up.' There was also the fact that Chivas' own justice system had already dealt with the matter. On the day before Hector was to be buried in Holy Sepulcher Cemetery in Orange, while detectives were still flailing for information, a delegation from the gang came to Galan's ICU room. Hirsh was in a chair by Galan's bed and said she remembered two men explaining that they had Borja in a hotel room, his hands and feet bound with duct tape. Galan said he recalls them only saying that they knew where Borja was hiding. Both agree that the men were going to kill Borja. 'They weren't saying, 'Should we?' They were just asking [Galan] to sign off on it,' Hirsh said. 'All he had to do was nod.' But, flat on his back in the hospital bed, Galan answered in a way that surprised everyone in the room. 'No,' he told the men. 'Just let it go.' 'That's not fair,' Hirsh recalled erupting in shock and anger. 'He gets to just keep living?' But Galan would not change his mind. It's hard to fathom why he spared Borja's life when his own wounds and grief were so fresh and when 'an eye for an eye' was the law of the world in which he was raised. Looking back on a recent morning, he saw several good reasons not to retaliate: the safety of a brother who still lived in Chivas, the possibility of prison, the anxiety of always looking over his shoulder. But as to how the person he was back then did not take revenge, he acknowledges, 'I don't understand that decision myself.' Galan's view of the events leading up to the moment that changed his life are complicated. He accepts some of the blame, but he also disputes the account laid out in court proceedings and parole hearing transcripts. Those records describe a motive that is heartbreaking in its stupidity and unflattering to everyone involved. Borja had finished a prison stint for burglary two days before the garage gathering. He testified in his parole hearing that he went around greeting the other men in Chivas with a handshake. He neglected to offer his hand to the Galan brothers, according to testimony at the pretrial hearing. It was an accidental oversight by Borja's account, but one that prosecutors say left the brothers 'incensed.' 'Cesar approached him and asked him if he was too good to shake his hand,' Det. Gates testified at the hearing. 'Mr. Borja declined to fight initially, stating, 'Hey, we're home boys, I don't want to fight.'' Hector, who weighed 357 pounds, according to the coroner's report, joined the confrontation and started choking and taunting the smaller Borja, according to the detective's testimony. By the time the fracas was over, Borja was on the ground, his clothing ripped, he told a parole board in 2021. He felt deep humiliation. Chivas was his identity, he told the board, and now the other gang members were staring at him with pity and disgust. 'How are you going to be hardcore or solid gang member after they just beat you up? Nobody's going to respect you,' he recalled thinking. Borja had three children, a girlfriend and parents he loved. He could've just stood up and walked away, he acknowledged to the board. He could have made a life in a different part of the city, forgotten about the entire evening. But at that moment, he could not think of anything beyond Chivas. When another gang member leaned down and asked if he wanted a gun, he said yes. 'I had to be a man and take care of this,' he told the parole board. Galan did not attend all the legal proceedings to hear the accounts about the events leading up to the shooting. He grew uncomfortable when some of the transcripts were read to him on a recent morning and said the testimony was not accurate. 'He was on drugs,' he said of Borja. 'He picked a fight with Hector for some odd reason. It wasn't over a handshake. Somebody had said something about him … and one thing led to another.' What was true, he said, was that some fault for what happened rested with him: 'I put myself in that situation, and there were a million places I could have been that night, and yet I chose that night to be there.' In the months after he was released from the hospital, Galan's last thought at night and first in the morning was that he hated being paralyzed. 'Seeing my wheelchair there, I wanted to kick it over,' he said. He was just 28, but the monologue that ran through his head all day told him his life was over, 'You are never going to be complete. You are never going to be normal again.' He worried constantly about how he would care for his boys, then 4 and 6, asking himself, 'How do I get them not to live a life that I lived?' Hirbe, the St. Francis chaplain, had stayed in touch with him as he moved to rehab and then to an apartment. He would visit Galan and talk to him daily by phone. His interest initially confused Galan. 'The way I grew up was [asking], 'What's this person's angle,'' Galan said. Over time, he realized Hirbe wasn't trying to get anything from him. Later, after he had spent a lot more time reading the Bible, he came to see that 'at that point in my life, he was Jesus for me.' A year after the shooting, in April 2002, Hirbe told Galan he'd gotten him a job as a chaplain trainee at St. Francis. 'He had a credential that nobody else had here — his chair. His ability to turn suffering into joy,' Hirbe said. Galan wasn't sure. He didn't know very much about the faith. He hadn't been to Mass regularly since he was young. Still, he said yes. Initially, he stumbled. In the training sessions, other prospective chaplains who were Protestant asked questions about Catholicism he couldn't answer. In the hospital, he was overcome with fear before entering a patient's room. How could he possibly help, he worried. 'Some of the trauma I was seeing, I had been through that trauma myself,' he recalled. This was especially true on the eighth floor where patients were often recovering from shootings and stabbings. Some looked familiar, maybe members of Chivas' old enemies from Norwalk and Hawaiian Gardens, but he didn't ask or volunteer his own background. Watching his new employee, Hirbe saw how the wheelchair opened patients up, 'Immediately there was a recognition. 'He's where I am.'' It turned out that a lot of being an effective chaplain was just listening. He did not need the perfect words to help. He just needed to be present. 'I enjoy serving,' he realized one day. He started attending daily Mass in the hospital chapel and reading the Bible. He had always believed in God, but he began to sense Jesus in his life. He thought constantly of Hector and prayed that anything positive he did would accrue to his brother too. Those close to him saw the changes Galan was making as deeply connected to guilt he felt about Hector. 'If he had just lost his legs, maybe he would have wallowed and maybe he would have gone down a darker path,' Hirsh said. Though they did not reconcile, the former spouses remained close as they co-parented their boys. 'Because of Hector dying that night, it made him feel like he had to do good.' The midday Mass at St. Francis typically included a prayer that God might inspire more men and women to become priests and nuns. Galan said he had listened to the prayer 'a million times' when one day about a decade into his chaplain work, the words took on a different frequency and 'kind of rung in my ears.' When it happened a second time, he told Hirbe he thought he might be receiving a call to the priesthood. His boss recommended he put it to the side for a bit. Six months later, Galan told him, 'It's still there.' People in the hospital wanted to confess their sins, and he was constantly having to explain to them that only a priest could perform that sacrament. Sometimes the available priests did not speak Spanish or English well or understand the particular challenges of life in neighborhoods like Chivas. Patients 'just don't want to confess their sins. Sometimes they want to explain themselves,' Galan said. 'I think it's important to just hear them out.' In his family, the reaction to his vocation was shock, not because of his pursuit of religious life, which by then was not surprising at all, but because becoming a priest meant going to college. He had been a terrible high school student before dropping out. Now, he was signing up for what was functionally a seven-year master's program with required courses in Greek, Latin, church history and the writing of Plato and Aristotle alongside classmates who already had degrees in physics and philosophy. With only a GED, Galan struggled. It was so bad that his sons, then in their late teens and early 20s, raised the possibility of him dropping out, telling him, his son Abel recalled, 'it wouldn't be the end of the world if this isn't meant for him.' He kept at it. As the years passed, he got better at studying. He started reading for pleasure and stopped speaking in slang. His children teased him, 'Look at him! Smart guy!' Both boys and Hirsh were at the Cathedral of Our Lady of the Angels in 2023 when Archbishop José Gomez ordained Galan a priest. There was no question about his assignment. He was sent back to St. Francis. People made sense of that trajectory in various ways. His sister Janet said she believed Hector died so Cesar would become a priest, explaining, 'He was only here temporarily to help Cesar get to that point.' Galan had a different view. 'God did not send that bullet to my spinal cord,' he said. 'God that. He's there picking up the pieces with me and putting things back together.' While still in the seminary, Galan got a voicemail informing him that the man who killed his brother was up for parole. The message startled him and, after some thought, he decided not to attend the hearing. Borja had been behind bars for two decades. Early on, he had affiliated with the Mexican Mafia and carried out two brutal assaults on other inmates that he said were ordered by the prison gang. He told the parole board he had since disassociated from the gang, converted to Christianity and taught himself to read and write. 'I'm here in prison for 20 years … because I didn't shake someone's hand,' he told the parole board in 2021. A commissioner cut him off: 'You're here because you shot two people.' The board found him unsuitable for release and made the same decision two years later. Asked in the first hearing about the pain he'd caused, Borja said he could scarcely imagine how Galan managed to get through each day in a wheelchair. 'It's depression. It's misery,' he said. 'How can you live?' In a phone call from prison, Borja said that he had not had any visitors since 2010. All three of his children have served time in prison. He said he expects to be released next year and to move back in with his elderly parents on 169th Street. 'Where else am I going to go?' he asked. Told that Galan had become a priest, he said, 'That's weird,' and then, after a pause asked, 'He's not mad at me or what?' At the mention of Borja's name, Galan's open expression and easy smile disappear. He seems to fold in on himself, closing his eyes and sighing. 'There's been times when I've said, 'Yeah, absolutely, I've forgiven, yes,'' he said. 'Because for me to be the person I am, to preach what I preach, and to do what I do, I can't have that in my life.' But he said, 'There's still work to be done on my part.' On his rounds at St. Francis ICU, Galan sometimes finds himself in 3122, the room where he said goodbye to his brother. The flooring and the curtains are the same, and on occasion a nurse who tended to Hector is on duty. 'A lot of things I do, I give him purpose through it,' he said. One is bringing Hector to mind when he lifts the chalice to consecrate the wine at Mass. He wishes his brother were still alive, he said, but he has no regrets about the course of his own life. 'I would do it all over again,' he said. 'I've just found a peace and a joy that I never would have found except this way.' Times staff writers Ruben Vives and Matthew Ormseth contributed to this report.
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