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@Elli: I got that. Still, what's the meaning of AVEN? lol I published chapter 13 of Better Dayz (And modifying the Hades plot for my fanfic.)

Better Dayz Chapter 13: New Jack City A/N: Now I’m continuing where I left off with Hidemi as realizing the ambulance didn’t arrive and more angry gangsters are on her way. LOL. All right, here we go… Hidemi Hidemi still watched Jodie. Dex hollered to Arnold in a sudden, “These pushovers always didn’t arrive on time, man! Let me take her to the hospital!” Donnie noticed several muscle cars, which painted blue with several gangsters inside. Gin looked at them with a sigh, “Welcome to World War VIII, sheep.” He reloaded his MP9. Hidemi identified them as Northside Rollerz, they aren’t in good mood because her colleague along with her cousin are their lifelong sworn enemies. One of the Rollerz stepped out from a ’97 Mustang. He wore blue jacket and black racing pants. Donnie knows him as Brian Clark. He was the man who led the Rollerz after the original leader behind them was dead. Brian shouted with a scowl, “Listen, Hondou. Your family are really fucked my life and my gang. First, you with that fool with shitty hair fucked up our annual race. Then you ruined out our shipment, and our crew just took it. And now the FBI killed Rica, then Spookie, and who knows what the fuck they do to Luka, my crack factory and etcetera.” Hidemi shouted in defense, “Maybe we’re responsible for crashing your race and raiding your shipment. But we didn’t know if Rica and your boss are killed. Even we didn’t know about Luka, your mechanic-” Dex snapped her words. He shouted with sarcasm, “Fuck Spookie and fuck his rich-ass assassins and fuck the whole game! Oh, the Ascoli don't give a holy fuck about some targets, frame other jackass, busta!” Hidemi frowned at him again. A Rollerz with blue vest draw an Uzi, “Now you listen to me, you loudmouthed prick. Now this is our game and you should find another rat slinger.” Several Rollerz thugs are drawing their weapon. Donnie aimed his Zastava M72 at the Rollerz. Dex manically snickered, “Aw, shit. The Mafioso would proud at me, the motherfucking genius!” Hidemi glared at him, which Dex replied with a scoff, “Hey, the Rollerz was your cousin’s lifelong sworn enemy. You should aid him, not glare at me fool!” Brian brandished a M654 carbine. He rallied his troops, “Light them up, brother! We’re bust these pesky fool and his ill-fated Araldi-” Before he could finish his words, a woman snapped his words. “I don’t think so…” Brian looked to a woman in front of Hidemi. She wore a red track jacket and a cream jeans. Brian looked at her with a scorn. He waved his M654, “Aw, great. Kaeko. You need to watch your daughter there. Or shall I’ll called you Kats?” Dex cursed, “Motherfucker! She’s should been dead!” Hidemi looked at her mother, “Kaeko? What are you doing here…?” She asked. Kaeko told her, “Hidemi, let me take over this.” She brandishes a MP7 and held it with her left hand. Kaeko looked at Dex “Dex, I’m still alive! Who’s said I was dead?” She asked him. Dex replied with a snort, “Hell, I don’t know!” Kaeko stared at him, “Dex, you should carry Jodie to the hospital. Arnold will head there first…” He was unsure about his, “You sure this can work, Kaeko? They could kill you right now.” Kaeko nodded, “We’ll hold them off as you with my daughter carry Jodie to the hospital. I also have problem with the Rollerz. Just go.” She ordered Dex and he runs to his car. He popped the trunk and Hidemi asked him, “Did you have any hardware?” Dex snickered, “Of course I have, Hondou-sama! I have four RPG-22s, the ‘K-74 with grenade launcher and drum-mag and the other thing at the truck of my car... My boy, 1ce will love it…” Hidemi took an Mk 46 Mod 0 from the trunk of Dex’s car as he takes the AK-74. Dex saw a Cactuz thug with white hat and black shirt approached him. He looked at Dex, “Yo, homie. We could used the alternative route to cut them off.” He stated. Dex hands him a MAC-10. “I need your skill to drive this shit and swerving through the n00bside Rich-ass crews, 1ce. But first we need to carry Arnold’s older sister to the car.” He ordered. Hidemi looked at his car, a tuned ’08 Buick Lucerne that Dex called it as ‘Infuego’. She got in the backseat. 1ce placed Jodie in the backseat, her head resting on Hidemi’s lap. “We should bring her to the hospital quickly or she couldn’t make it.” She said. Dex scoffed, “All I had do is set some drive-by songs. Arnold is heading to the Haido Central Hospital with his homie, while we must hold those dreaded Rollerz when carrying his sister to the hospital. 1ce, you drive my car.” 1ce laughed and said, “I’m on it, brotha…” They were listening to 106.66 The Trash. The song, A Lesson Never Learned by Asking Alexandria was playing. 1ce drive his crew from the Teitan High School, leaving Kaeko with the others to face Brian’s crew. Several cars painted blue are chasing them. Dex hollered with sarcasm, “There’s no Northside Rollerz! But the N00bside Rich-ass would have their crew owned with the Ascoli family!” Hidemi opened fire and hit the driver in an ’86 Camaro and the car crashed into a lamp pole. Dex sarcastically laughed, “That’s gonna hurt…” He began unloaded on the front shield of the other car. He hit the driver in the neck and the car swerved, crashing into another car on the street. 1ce drive them passing Grand Toriya Bridge. He scoffed, “Man, she’s not looking good. What’s these fools doing at her? Throwing shoes?” Hidemi scolded him, “No time to explain, playa. Just drive to the hospital…” More Rollerz followed Dex’s car. He fired the GP-30 at his AK-74. He hit a Rollerz Magnum and killed all of the occupants. Hidemi aimed her Mk 46. She flattens the tire of a Rollerz Suburban and the car crashed into an oncoming traffic as it swerve out of control. Dex cynically yelled, “Take that, you pep school asshole!” 1ce asked her, “How you doing there, Hondou-sama?” Hidemi told him, firing her MK 46. “Don’t worry about me, I can tear these fools apart! Keep focusing on the front.” As she finishes her talk, the song was interrupted by a news. This is Rodney Calles from the newsroom. Several bloodthirsty Northside Rollerz is heading to Haido, chasing a maroon Lucerne after they engaged FBI and Cactuz in the gang war. I’m sorry if I interrupted the song. Back to you, Oden” The Trash 106.66’s DJ, Garen Raznović aka Oden spoke up, “The next song is Farewell, Mona Lisa by The Dillinger Escape Plan. If you hate this song, I am going to your house and kick you in the neck! So, enjoy it…” Hidemi sighed, “Great, I hate any kind of heavy metal.” Her words were abruptly cut as Dex snapped her words. “Yo, what the fuck is this bullshit? Motherfucker!” Hidemi frowned on Dex, she addressing him with a glare. 1ce hollered in a sudden, “Aw, shit. Someone could take care of them…” Dex took a RPG-22. He leaned out of the car and he fired the RPG-22. Two cars exploded and four Rollerz caught in the explosion. 1ce plowed the remnant of the roadblock, much to Dex’s outcry. He scoffed, “Aw shit! My car! My fuckin’ car!” Hidemi looked at Dex in an icy look. He complained at 1ce, ignoring Hidemi who glared at him. “Busta, watch the damn road! I should pay a shitload of money for this!” He switched the radio to 102.23 Ice-C Radio. The song I Don’t Give A Fuck by 2Pac was playing. Dex started to sing along the song as he kept firing his AK-74. 1ce groaned, “Aw, shit. He’s listening to rap!” Dex yelled back, “I don't give a fuck. They done push me to the limit I'm all in. I might blow up any minute, did it again. Now I'm in the back of the paddy wagon. While this cops bragging about the nigga he's jackin.” He said in reference to the song. Hidemi shouted at them in anger. “Could you shut the fuck up right now or I would do that to you!” Dex replied at her with a scoff, “Yo, fuck you! This my car and we can to whatever the I’m want!” He decided to switch the radio station to prevent Hidemi getting mad at him again even he owns the car. Dex changed it to Still Free FM. “Wrong song…” Dex grumbled and he switched the radio station to 97.5 CubeteX. System 11:11 by Powerman 5000 was playing. Hidemi aimed her Mk 46, letting off ninety rounds at Rollerz. She killed the passenger in the front seat and the driver. The bullet also shattered the car’s window. Hidemi let off another stream of bullets. She hit the driver in the head, causing the car crashed into a van. A civilian was in middle of the street. 1ce ran him over. The guy rolled off the hood as he put the pedal to the metal. “Watch your road, asshole!” He switched the radio station to 106.66 The Trash. The song Rise, Rebel, Resist by Otep played. Hidemi scowled at him, “You ran over a gangster, fool!” Dex yelled with a sarcasm, “I don’t fucking care, Hidemi! He’s wore green and this time changed to red!” He emptied the rounds from his AK-74 at a Corolla speeding after them. He lit the front seat killing both the driver and shooter. Hidemi started to aid him and she sprayed her Mk 46 at the other Rollerz’s car. Three rounds hit the driver in the chest while twenty rounds hit the passenger. Dex looked back. “That’s possibly the last of these pep school motherfuckers. That’s was tight encounter, playa!” He snickered. Hidemi replied with a laugh, “Tight? Man, that’s was insane. You almost killed us.” 1ce drove them through Haido City as fast as possible. Finally they got to the hospital and 1ce looked Arnold was waiting there with his crew. Dex and 1ce carried Jodie into the hospital. Arnold looked at them in confusion, “Yo where’s the Rollerz, man? I thought Kaeko want me to shot that motherfucker!” He asked them. Hidemi got out from Dex’s car. She looked at Arnold and answered, “We blasted them and outmaneuvered them. In the other day, we would bust them for their crime.” Arnold told her, “I know they are got mad over your cousin and my sister. But these pep school started to smuggling cars from Europe and using scrambler to cover their car from the law enforcements. Stupid gangstas…” He went to 1ce. They got Jodie on a stretcher and they began whee her away. Both Dex and Hidemi had their blood on their clothes. “I didn’t know why those pep school tried to kill us both! I hope Jodie could forgive me about this!” Dex growled. “Who’s gonna blame? Either the Suckass and with his rival, Coast Bustas or the Rollerz with their servants!” Hidemi was stressed with this but she calmly said, “I know these Suckass and the 87th shot Jodie. You just saved her life. You’re good than my cousin, Alec… We’ll find that fucker who shot Jodie. Rafik is gonna die too…” Her iPhone rings. She checked the message. It was from PBX. Yo, these Ass-side fuckers started to make us crazy. We will have a deal with them along with the Aliyev Family. Head to North Minorca on Banarec Island and don’t brought any fucking cats there or thing’s going sour. X Hidemi sighed, “I guess that I need to watch him from the Appeside Posse.” Her iPhone rings again. Punk crack bitches! These Ass-Side cats tried to play smart. Ice these crack-cats and don’t be playing! It’s a life or death matter… Hidemi frowned, “For real?” She then called Gin, “Gin, I need your help now. Some life-less gangsters tried to play smart with X.” He replied with a scoff, “What do you want, Kir? I just already kick some n00bside with your mother. Anyway, how about Jodie?” Hidemi flatly replied, “We’re just taker her into the hospital. The n00bside also trying to cap us but Dex owned them. This is about X. He was dealing with Appeside Posse.” Gin wondered, “X? What happen with him?” Hidemi scowled, “Hell, I don’t know about him. You need to pick me on Haido Central Hospital then pick him on North Minorca at Banarec Island.” She hangs up her iPhone. Dex looked at her, “Who are you calling, playa? I thought some ras clot would bang your cousin inna Hepburn, seen?” he asked. Hidemi shot Dex a funny look. “No, my cousin could smoked these ras clot before they are going fe the Liberty City. Anyway, I thought we may talk about the Fentanyl but I have some errands to do.” She replied and she runs into Gin’s car. Gin spoke up, “Kir. I have something on this car if the Appeside trying to ice us both.” He set the radio to Zarná FM, a new Hip Hop station in Hepburn. The song Throw it Up by D12 was played. Gin floored it, leaving the hospital. (North Minorca, Banarec Island) Gin sped down the street. Suddenly a shot busted through the windshield as he reached a bar named Vain FerN. Several gangsters wearing yellow clad emerged from a bar. They started firing at the people who wearing hip-hop clothing and Russian mobs. In addition, Hidemi found some dead bodies down on the ground too. She frowned, “I thought X want us to aid him but he just starting his own spree.” Just then, several rounds went through his windshield. Gin looked and saw an Appeside fired an AK-74 at his car. Hidemi took a MAC-11 from the dashboard and returned fire. She nailed the Appeside with AK-74, and he hit the ground hard. One of the Russian mobsters hollered, “Огонь в их направлении!” (Fire in their direction!) One of the Aliyev mobsters fired a Kedr PP-91. He hit two Appeside before he went to cover and reloaded his PP-91. Another, wearing gray jacket and jeans fired a .357 Desert Eagle one handed and he hit an Appeside gangsta with TEC-22. It blasted a hole in his torso due the velocity of the .357 rounds. Gin stopped his car near a T-intersection. He pulls his Beretta 92FS and he looked at Hidemi. “Clean these yellow-clad gangster and find Trey. I’m will sit here.” He told her. Hidemi got out from Gin’s car. One of the Appeside gangstas sprayed an Uzi on her. She returned fire hitting him in the chest, his Uzi still going off as he fell. An Appeside thug dressed in a white shirt and a yellow hat fired a MP5 on her from a red Mustang GT. Hidemi focused on the chest of the gangster. She fired. The white shirt turned instantly red. The gang member feels off the car. A Hustler wearing cyan jacket and baggy pants fired a MAC-10. He nailed an Appeside with Glock 21 in the chest. The guy staggered holding his bleeding chest and he tried to regain balance but the Hustler with MAC-10 put another slug to his head. An Appeside thug emerged from the bar. He wore yellow sweater and a black bandana. He aimed an AKS-74 on the Russian mobster. He fired and he hit one of them and wound two others. Hidemi noticed him and she smirked on him, “Hey, I thought the Andrews didn’t want to screw my family out.” The Appeside with AKS-74 replied with sarcasm, “Yo, Andrew started to order your death after one of his crew saw a CIA agent snoop our operation. Therefore, I caught him and rigged that idiota to blow, blasting some Feds when they raid our front. Even we would shot that suckass redneck before we cut his body and sent it to his friends to show that we aint pushover!” He fired and three rounds hit the Hustler with MAC-10 stomach and the man fell and the second round tore into his shoulder and left his collar bone exposed from the gruesome gunshot wound. Hidemi retorted, “You cut his dead body, you racist fuck? Fuck you! This is what happens when you rip us off! That was our comrade!” The gangster with AKS-74 scorned, “Fuck you! Let you all die in misery and let Andrew took your brother’s eye-” his words were cut as Hidemi fired at him, emptying her MAC-11, hitting him in the chest, arm and abdomen. Despite his wounds, he kept firing his AKS-74 on her. Two Russian mobsters sprayed their gun on the gangster who insulted Hidemi and they gunned him with eight shots to the back. The Aliyev with .357 Desert Eagle looked at Hidemi, “Hey, thank you for helping us. Emir would be thanked for taking out the Appeside.” Hidemi smiled, “Thanks, actually I want to find Trey aka Playboy X. Did you see him?” She asked them and the Aliyev mobster with PP-91 asked at a girl with black shirt, “I don’t see that guy. Angela, did you see your brother.” Angela answered, “ I don’t see him- Shit, there he is!” Hidemi spotted Playboy X firing an USAS-12 automatic shotgun at the retreating Appeside crew. He hit a Appeside with yellow t-shirt in the left leg. Before the guy crumble to the asphalt, X fired again. The shotgun blast took the back of his head completely off, leaving only part of the skull still intact but with gray matter and broken teeth jutting out while his skull, fluids, and chunks of flesh rained down. Playboy X hollered, “You forgot this, nigga! Appeside killa! AK for that ass!” He said in disrespect to the Appeside. Hidemi watched the gruesome death. She sighed, “Trey…” Four Appeside crew ran into a car. A Hustler wearing red sweater fired an OTs-33 Pernach. He hit one of them. The three other got into a ’69 Polara and drive off. X looked at him. “Don’t worry about that shit, money. It’s all under control now…” He said with a smirk. X pulled a clacker and he presses it. As the Polara was pulling away from the apartment, Hidemi heard the boom of an explosion and this brought a frown to her face. She aimed her emptied MAC-11 on them. The Hustler with sweater aimed his OTs-33 Pernach on her but Trey told him, “Lower your gun, this is our allies, money.” He looked at Hidemi. “You got shocked with the surprise for our ‘guest’?” He asked her. Hidemi negatively replied, “What’s this” The Hustler with OTs-33 Pernach scowled, “Who this brunette, X? Are she from the rival-” Hidemi snapped his words. “No! We’re his friends. Lower your gun now…” She firmly replied and the Hustler with Pernach did what she says. Gin looked at X and the Hustler with OTs-33 Pernach. He got out from his car and asked them, “What the hell is going on? What I’m missing?” He slyly asked. Playboy X answered with a shrug, “We just talking about to infiltrate Luppo but the deal’s gone shit! These motherfuckers firing on me but thankfully the Aliyev are save my life! You miss a lot, Kelly!” Gin narrowed his eyes on him, “Don’t say that name again.” The Hustler with OTs-33 Pernach asked with a scoff, “Then who I called you, sucker? A fool wore trenchcoat and some shitty silver hair?” Hidemi silenced him, “Shut up, man. Gin didn’t like to be called Kelly.” Trey coolly replied, “Money, be cool. Alright? We do not need to argue about Gin’s name. We just argue about the apartment. Anybody agree about that?” A Russian mob runs emerged from a Pontiac Trans-AM. Playboy X told Hidemi, “Yo, easy. That’s my man right there. The Aliyev’s Pakhan, Emir Zhukov.” Gin looked at the mobster, “What do you got?” He asked them and Emir spoke up, “These mudak tried to be superstar. We aint got some shit there but they got the favor for Don Arteo.” X cursed under his breath, “Don Arteo? What are he talking about? Guns? Drugs?” The Aliyev with PP-91 looked at the Mustang GT which peppered with rounds, “Then I got this shit on the car over there. I don’t know if the drugs was heroin or what. Can someone identify it?” Hidemi nodded, “Fentanyl, a designer drug. Ari told me that this drug could kill you even when you tried it first. He called it Putaw. In his country, this was the most drug consumed, along with the deaths caused by it below the Methamphetamine.” X wondered, “What’s the difference between Fentanyl and Heroin?” He asked. Hidemi told him, “Because the Fentanyl were cheaper than heroin and the effect was bigger than morphine or heroin. Maybe can be around a hundreds of times stronger than the morphine despite the euphoria effect not so fast than the morphine and heroin. But the effect is fatal too, as the purity of the Fentanyl sold in the black market is unexplainable. As far as I know, estimated lethal dose of pure Fentanyl is 2 mg” X laughed, “2 mg? No shit! You gotta be kidding” Hidemi replied with a warning, “I not kidding, Trey. You should stay away from it if you want to enjoy your second-life.” Emir coolly asked, “So, Trey?” X spoke up, “Alright, we have some real problem. Not only the Ass-side who tried to took the package without paying, now the Seven Families tried to kill us right now. Especially the Ascoli and Araldi family.” Hidemi scowled, “Hold up, why Araldi Family was included in the Families?” She asked him. Emir cleared his throat, “Shit is rough, after a fierce war against the Tammaro in Tollburg they finally got a seat in the Families. They even tried to wipe out the Tammaro for their goal. First, they killed Tammaro’s mademan, Fabia Alivesi with a car bomb when he attending a meeting with Aldisi Family in Stanza Park. Then, the Araldi’s don, Macaria personally heading toward the Jolanda’s Pizza to kill every Tammaro gang member he can find following their attempt on his life. They even killed several FBI agents after they raid their front and killed Macaria’s son, Davide. Then Davide’s brother, Vitale killed a CIA agent, Herbert Rusnell and rigged his dead body with explosives while his goon killed Herbert’s family in a ruthless way and detonating the bomb in Willis Garden City.” Hidemi gritted her teeth, “Then how about the rampage at The Laurel Quarter?” Angela answered, “Macaria and his crew killed a lot of Bitossi Mafioso, along with innocent people. They wear military grade bulletproof vest, riding a modified Mercedes-Benz W212 E-Guard and circling around The Laurel Quarter to kill every Bitossi gang member they can find. At least 212 people dead because that.” Trey snickered. “Guys, here’s the deal. We need to lay low first before we plan these thing out. Shit, now where’s I gonna hide from these cats?” Hidemi replied with a smile, “Just don’t panic right now. Now just get to my house at Beachgate Park and lay low.” Rico Lokar’s Job: Resurrection (McClaffin Airport, Carver Island) Peter Lokar was arrived at McClaffin Airport. He had flown in from Los Santos. He wears grey jacket and an olive turtleneck. He comes with his dealer, Juan and his loyal soldier, Sasha. Juan recognized an Oldsmobile Delta 88. The car stopped in the front of Lokar and Rico got out. Juan greeted him, “Holla, my friend! How are you?” Rico replied with a grin, “I’m fine. Thanks.” Lokar looked at him, “Hey, we just arrived in this city. I gotta to take my car at Adler before we go to your house.” Sasha interrupted, “Bro, you can’t forget me. You helped Lokar to raise our gang. And why you brought same bucket ass car?” He thanked Rico. Lokar replied, “He can’t forget us. And why we must look at Bohan after a taxi depot was burned in Broker?” Rico had been living in Beika for nine months, ever since the assassination of Lenny Petrovic in Liberty City and Express Car Service was burned by Russian gangsters. He was born and raised in Florida. Their family was a part of a gang called the Eastside Nights. Sasha was a member of Wallachia Heights in Florida. Rico's parents feared that he would follow Sasha's footsteps so they moved him back to Liberty City. They were not people in legit businesses, sure but the crime game was a whole other level. It was dangerous. After Rico’s family was killed in an accident in 1998, he with his brother, Allen started to selling firearms to gangsters until now. Allen had been killed this morning and Sasha’s cousin had been murdered in a shootout in Alderney. Now it seemed that Sasha was only family Rico had left. “I’m sorry about Allen, man. The funeral is set for Thursday at 13:00” Sasha told him. Rico looked at Lokar, “What are you doing in Los Santos?” He asked. Lokar replied, “We got some gangster taking our stuff for coke. Shit, I can think if one of the smugglers was Reck, the manager of A-WOL. That smartass nigga who stole the CTV’s rhymes book and some Alleviant gangsters stole his prized car. I aint give a shit but it’s the truth now” Rico snapped, “Like that? What happen with Krazy and R-115?” Sasha looked at him. His face is serious, “Shit happens.” Juan stops his car in front of a railroad crossing. “Grove blame Hustlers, Hustlers blame FBI. Bad blood leads to bad blood.” Sasha told Rico. Rico snickered, “Then what happen with the rivalry?” Lokar spoke up, “R-115 was shot dead by one of his fans in Berchem, Alderney. This wasn’t happen on his rival, Krazy because he was lucky. Word is, he’s performing a concert in this city next week. And we got some of his rival was affiliated with underworld gangs.” Sasha looked at him, “I got some fools were hate on R-115, that fake-ass before his death in 2006. He’s same with Loc, but he was dead in 1994. And they turned to Dogg and his manager, CJ” Rico raised an eyebrow, “CJ? Who is he?” The car passed the railroad crossing after the train passing by. “Carl Johnson aka CJ. The brother of Sean Johnson or some of his men called him as Sweet. They running a gang named Grove St. Families.” Lokar said. Rico smoking a Cuban cigar, “I know some of his crew. They were in war against his sworn enemies, Ballas before they have truce in 2000. Some people called it as Eternal Wars. How about the Ballas?” Juan spoke up. “The Ballas was founded in 70s either in Glen Park or East Los Santos. Around 80s, they controlling the crack market and use this tactic to take out his rival out of LS. They were in their overnight success before they were fall after several Ballas high member were killed. Between 1996 until 2005, they started to smuggle heroin from Balkan to be exchanged for cars and guns. Their tactics also invite FBI to investigate about the supplier of the H.” (Adler, Beika City) The car stopped near a garage in Adler one hour later. Lokar got out of the car and Sasha pulled a .45 pistol. Rico scowled, “Eh, eh? What the fuck is going on?” Juan said firmly, “I afraid those fools were lying about the car.” Rico brandished a Micro-Uzi. He looked at Juan and said, “If I were Lokar, I’ll smack those fools in the head.” Juan took a PM-06 from the dashboard. Sasha saw Lokar walking back to Rico’s car. “Well, how about it?” Lokar pulled an MP5K from his jacket, “The Westside are taking my fucking car. We gotta take it back by force!” Juan snickered, “What? You want us to retrieve your car back? From the Westside?” Lokar insisted, “They’re always stole my car anyway. They are in East Miramire. I swear that the mechanics was paying some protection money at the Westside. I got my Firebirds were taken by Vercetti goons in 1998. Now this? My fucking lovely car was taken by some buster for protection money?” Juan sighed, “Whatever. I aint got shit about that.” Lokar got in the back seat. Rico turns the radio to 106.66 The Trash FM. The song Resurrection by Chimaira was playing. The car leaves the garage and went to Miramire district where Lokar’s car taken. Juan finally arrived in East Miramire fifteen minutes later. He pulled the car near a house. Lokar looked at the housing in the north and found his car at one of the houses. Several Westside gangsters also found at the housing. One of them was holding an Uzi. He wears Tyrian shirt and a palm hat. The other Westside crew has their guns out too. Sasha recognized him, “Hey, I know this fool. He’s jack my car and sold it to a chop shop. Some of his crew called him as Lunky.” Rico shot him a funny look, “Lunky? Did those fools jack your car? He does have to pull this shit and joining the Westside. What a buster…” Sasha looked at him, “Whatever. Those fools didn’t know if we ready to cap them…” Rico scoffed, “I gonna order you to kill someone who I dislike.” He turned the radio to Shakehead FM. The song Lean on Me by Limp Bizkit was played. Lokar sighed, “Much worse than we encounter Erru and the FBI. Fortunately, they’re dead now.” Rico pulled his Micro-Uzi, “No, I was referring to a Polish hood called Karol, a Romanian cocaine supplier called Adohalv, an African American arms dealer who calls himself Paul, some rapper guy named Hang 27, an announcer called named Rena Mizunashi, and a doctor who buys dead bodies so he can sell the organs. If you're losing money at the tables you might be able to sell some body parts to him for a quick buck.” Juan scoffed, “Man, you know a lot of people who you disliked. Hold up, did you know about Rena?” He asked him. Rico told them, “Yeah, and we found that Rena was Kir, a Black Organization agent. They aren’t match for my crew!” He noticed two Westside thug was inside Lokar’s car. “Look, they’re scooped us out!” Sasha laughed, “Damn, Rico. You’re jinx!” Juan and Lokar got out and they approached his supposed car. He leveled his MP5K at the gangster inside his car, “Give up the car, asshole! This is our car!” One of the Westside homies at Lokar’s car flipped him. He got out from the car. The homie held a .40 pistol. He fired and two rounds grazed Juan in the thigh. He fired again, but Juan returned fire with his PM-06. He managed to hit the thug in the chest. The man stumbled to the ground as he screamed in pain. Juan decided to put him out of his misery with a shot to the back. “You aren’t a gangster anymore, puto…” He said with a grin. A Westside soldier ran outside Lokar’s car, he held a Glock 18. He yelled, “You’re really fucked up for what did you doing now, dickhead.” The Westside soldier sprayed his Glock 18 at Rico’s car. The front shield shattered by stream of bullets. Rico shouted, “Aww shit! I just got this car from Bohan!” He fired his Micro-Uzi from the car before the thug aimed his Glock 18 at him. Six rounds hit the guy in the abdomen and two more rounds tore his neck. “How you can aim perfectly from cover?” Sasha asked. Rico replied, “Learned from the best.” He ducked out from his car to the trunk as his car riddled with bullets. Sasha follows him and Rico opened up the trunk, revealing a M16A2 with M203 grenade launcher and an AK-47 with drum-mag and grip. The AK also mounted a Kobra sight on it. Sasha surprised with Rico’s weapons. “Where the fuck are you getting the weapon? You stole them from a military base?” He asked with a frown. Rico replied with a snicker, “It is Lokar’s gift to me. You can pick the AK or M16A2. Your choice.” Sasha took the AK as Rico acquired his M16A2. He saw a ’76 Impala pulled up near the street. Rico turned to the car and he shouted, “You want to play rough, motherfucker? Say hello to my little friend, sucker!” Rico fired the M203. BOOM! The grenade blew up the Impala and one of the passengers was killed by the explosion. The driver survived from the explosion but Sasha shredded him in the neck. The wound was deep enough to expose his spinal cord. Rico turned and fired his gun again despite a round slammed his leg. He killed three Westside crew. Lunky fired his Uzi, shouting, “Matija will lay your ass for that, fool!” He reloading his Uzi but Juan sprayed his PM-06 at him. Six rounds tore his chest and once in the mouth. Lunky stumbled to the ground, dying with his own blood. Sasha running to Lokar, bullets whizzed past his head. He emptied his AK at the group of Westside goons. Three rounds hit a Westside with Tokarev in the torso. Despite the wounds, the guy attempt to get up but Juan shot him in the head. Sasha protested, “Ow, shit. This gonna be long time to clean this up.” Rico saw Lokar hotwiring his own car. “Hey! Hey! What the fuck are you doing?” Rico screeched. Lokar snickered, “They were taking the keys! And I fell the cops are coming here!” He had a police scanner on his car. They listen to Juan. He listened at the scanner, “Okay look. They said a gangland shooting happens in East Miramire. Four gunmen, two of the gunmen are Eastern European and the other one is Bolivian. They attacked the Westside gang. All units, proceed with extreme caution…” He informed. Lokar turn the radio to 106.66 The Trash FM. The song Writing her Ballad by Asking Alexandria was played. Rico looked at his crew. “We gotta roll to my garage in North Henequen district to lose the heat.” He demanded. Sasha saw a Mercedes SLK near a dead bystander. He got into the car and realized the car’s engine still turned on. Rico told Lokar, “I’ll catch with ya later…” Lokar slapped hands with him and he replied, “Alright, comrades. Take care…” Rico ran to Sasha’s car and leaving the place. He pulls a Desert Eagle, “I got this scrap at my car.” Rico examined the handgun, “This things is not loaded. I think I’ll load it later.” Sasha looked at him, “Yo, what happen with your brother?” He asked and Rico told him, “Fate’s sealed him. FBI blames Vandals and some DV mobs are mistaking my brother as a VALC gangsta.” Sasha wondered, “You mean he is getting shot?” Rico replied with a snicker, “Yeah like that. He had been blasted this morning. So what are we doing now?” Sasha sighed but said, “If I were you, I’ll drive to your house and have some drinks.” He saw Rico racks his gun, “My brother will be buried in Sonora Hill Cemetery. I cannot think what FBI is going to do if I turned on them. First, my brother got shot then some Westside suckass stole my boss’ car and what will happen if they are found this. Shit’s fucked up.” He told him. Sasha spoke up, his face is serious, “I know those fools had been killed, including Erru Natake. You personally drive-by on them with him. But if they are cheated death, that anybody guess…” The song Stars by Hum was playing but then it was interrupted by a news report. Rico groaned, “Shit, can’t that news report interrupt another program than this one? That’s my favorite song!” This is Rory Stephen, Bucket TV. A shootout occurred at East Miramire. Eighteen people were killed in the gunfight. Most of the victims are Westside gang members, including, two high-ranking members, Rane Travolta aka Lunky and Victor Jackson. MPD have no leads as to the identity of the suspect, other than that he was driving a Cadillac coupe De Ville. One of the suspects is fleeing to the West Miramire. If you know one of the shooter, call MPD hotline. Rico sighed but he gazed at Sasha. “Victor Jackson? Who is that shit?” He asked. Sasha smoking a cigar, “I dunno, but we sure that sorry ass Lunky was dead…” He replied. (North Henequen, Beika City) Fifteen minutes later, they are arrived in North Henequen district. Sasha pulled his car near a tune garage. Rico looked at the sign, the sign says ‘Commodore Low Customs’. Three Eastside Nights soldier approaching Rico’s car. “That’s my crew, the old time Eastern Nights. I’ll talk with them.” He said. One of them wore orange shirt and a black jeans. He holds a Glock 17 on his hand. “Yo Rico, who’s the Caucasian on the driver seat?” He asked Rico. Rico looked at him, “He’s old friend. His name’s Sasha and he are Bulgarian. Where’s my crew?” An Eastside Nights soldier wearing orange sweater and red bandana snickered, “You said it yourself, most of the old crew are either dead or busted by FBI... we're gonna have to start fresh.” Rico sighed but said, “That's my point. We can't really run a gang if we don't have, ya know, A FUCKING GANG!” The thug with orange shirt blinked, “Hey, Rory is good enough but we need more. Do you have any contacts?” Rico replied, “Well, I have a lot of contacts. Maybe we have to recruit some lieutenant and some enforcer.” Sasha saw Lokar’s DB9 pulled near the other side of the road. He with Juan got out of the car. They walk to Rico’s car. “Well, it’s my friend and his dealer.” Rico announced. The Eastside with sweater asked him, “Yo Rico, did you think the friend of yours is interested to running with us?” Lokar sighed, “If I want to roll with you, I want you to whack some Syndicate up.” He was talking with the Eastside with sweater. The Eastside with orange shirt nodded. Sasha has been interested with this offer. He told the gangster with orange shirt, “I really want to help this gang, but I need you to do me a favor. I have a friend who has my money. Could you kidnap his family?” Juan gazed at the thug with shirt, “Before I joined your crew, I need you to have some hardware deal. It’s alright?” The Eastside with sweater recognized Juan, “Yo, your face is look alike my chief mechanic, Luka. But I appreciate you all. We still need a lotta of crew.” Rico told him, “Don’t worry, we can think about that later. This is your crib?” He pointed at an abandoned hotel near the mod garage. The Eastside with shirt answered him, “Yeah. We just ‘evicted’ the current tenant. We have ‘moved’ them before we revive this gang. Back after when we scoop Hades Sabara in the Wimbledon and some Strelets crew for the contract killing.” Rico shot him a funny look, “Wimbledon? For real?” The Eastside with sweater told him, “Yo, he lends some money from his friends for a heart operation for his ma but she died. Then he killed some people who owe the money in his own house. Along with the man who suggested him invest in the stock market. Hades slaughtered him along with his family and he ripped out all of their hearts one week later. One of my crew was the victim. So we decided to take revenge on Hades.” Rico looked at the Eastside with orange sweater, “You went to London, Jonathan?” He asked. TO BE CONTINUED… So that’s all for this chapter. I hope you liked this chapter. This is the first appearance of Kaeko Hondou, Hidemi’s mother. Kaeko is based on Lindsey Ferris from Mission Impossible III. As for 1ce, he was based on K2 from District B13. On the next chapter, I’m will make an alternate ending on Holmes’ Revelation, where Jonathan with his crew killed Hades in revenge than Conan (Shinichi) and Yusaku taking him to police. In the case that people don’t know, Eastside Nights was based on Logan Heights gang, a gang of assassins from San Diego. On the next chapter, I would explain Hidemi’s cousin, who hating the Northside Rollerz more than her and her family. I also make the chapter for the gang-war against Rollerz. Just wait for the next chapter As for Playboy X, he based on Nino Brown from New Jack City. Moreover, I just loved him. After The Holland Play, he decided to rebuild his operation, hiding it from Hidemi and her family. However, he also have relation with Hidemi’s cousin in the past. Only time will tell… Anyway, tell me what do you think. Leave details! And of course read and review. Ari

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